This choice: Goblinslay-ahem- Goblin punishing! • Go Back...Chapter #6Goblinslay-ahem- Goblin punishing! by: LordwithEyes   Goblins didn’t seem too difficult for Gwyn, even alone, and she reached out to grab it before another hand gripped it first.
The first thing that Gwyn saw was a fully enclosed helmet staring back at her, one that had certainly seen better days.
The second thing she noticed was her form fitting leather armor with metal plating around the chest, elbows, and knees. The leather hugged her figure generously and Gwyn could make out a faint pantyline through the tight leather. She was knocked out of her musing however when the armored figure just up and left, without even saying anything!
“Hey hold on a minute! I was about to do that! Aren’t you even going to ask?” Gwyn exclaimed incredulously at the stranger,
“No.” Was her flat response, and she began walking away. Angry that she was being blown off in such a way, Gwyn marched over and was going to give her a stern nagging when a pair of mischievous halfings ran past and pantsed the half elf, causing the disgraced lordling to trip and have her arms reach out for the closest thing to grab. The stranger’s tight pants.
The tight pants seem to have no problem sliding down and the stranger’s pale bare legs and luscious bubble butt seemed to shine the tavern as they were exposed along with her blue and white granny panties with clouds floating on them, complete with a smiley face sun blaring on the butt.
Laughter immediately filled the tavern as everyone got an eye full of Gwyn‘s frilly teddy bear panties and the stranger’s childish panties. Gwyn‘s face flushed deep red but the stranger seemed to sigh and walk over to the receptionist’s desk, who for her part had a light blush and eyes that said she fancied the stranger.
They were too far away to make out but Gwyn was busy pulling her frilly skirt up to notice. Once she fixed her dignity and patched it up as best as she could, she turned to see the stranger marching out, having pulled her pants back up and now sporting a small shield, a buckler she recalls, and Gwyn rushes out to meet her before she could leave.
She was stopped by a few patrons, particularly a dwarf being thrown around by a blond barbarian, but Gwyn dodged the squat projectile and marched outside. The stranger passed by a stall and picked a potion from it up and deposited the coins in the same instance, walking off again as quickly as she came. The merchant woman for her part barely batted an eye, more focused on her book then a pesky regular.
Gwyn passed by with barely a glance as well. She finally caught up to the stranger when they got to the gate and she shouted for her attention.
“Hey there stranger! Sorry about the tavern but I was wondering if you’d like my help! The quest recommends at least two people!”
The stranger stood still and seemed to consider it, she likewise turned around to glance at Gwyn, giving her a stern shakedown.
She nodded her head and said, “Very well.” And walked towards the quest’s general location. Blinking Gwyn hurried after her.
While on the road, Gwyn noticed two things. One, there were debri and trash everywhere, be they discarded equipment or ripped underwear, and two, her companion was hardly a social person. Like at all.
Her words can be summed up as “Is that so?” “Yes” “No” and “Maybe” and Gwyn found that if she wanted anything that resembled a conversation, she would have to be very specific. She found it her nickname was Orcbolg (Or Goblin Punisher) but not much else. That she had been an adventurer for only a week but had gained valuable experience and a journal she keeps cataloging her experiences.
She had some nice art skills as Gwyn studied the rump of a slavegirl taken by the goblins, and admittedly the goblins themselves. They were quite cute in a monstergirl sort of way.
They reached the village and talked with its Village elder, who pointed upstream to a cave opening, seemingly resembling that of a monster’s ravenous mouth. When they got to the entrance they saw nothing but darkness down there. Regardless Orcbolg as she’s called had no fear and lit a torch, walking down. Before they went though, the Elder notified them of another group that had ventured before them but failed to return...a week ago. Orcbolg nodded and carried on.
“Goblins are dull, but they’re not stupid. Just idiotic. There’s a difference. They are clever and cruel and love humiliating everyone around them. Nobody knows where they come from, other then that it was the result of some magic spores. The world is filled with these disgusting pervert, and I will punish them all for their transgression!” This was the most emotion Gwyn heard from this Orcbolg, and was curious to see what they did to earn her ire.
As they walked deeper, they got to the first totem. It was a crude staff made of wood and had hooks on it with torn fabric, along with a crude drawing of a goblin face leering above a butt. The sign was illegible but the warning was clear.
Orcbolg tore it down and gripped the staff in her hand. She twirled it a little and nodded to herself, before snapping it over her knee. She turned to a bemused Gwyn and said,
“These totems are early warning signs. They mark the edge of a goblin territory. Seeing how they’re still in the cave, I reckon the goblins aren’t a large clan here right now to expand outward. Watch out for ambushes, they can come at any time.”
She waved her torch at a wall, revealing another entrance, causing Gwyn to gasp. It was very well camouflaged in the dark and with her eyes glued to the peculiar totem in front of her, there would've been no doubt that Gwyn would've missed it.
"How about we ambush Goblins for a change?" She walked forward, gesturing at Gywn to follow. She obliged and the two steadily creeped inwards deeper. Ripped panties and...discharge showed where struggles were and Gwyn blushed at some of the aftermath results. Orcbolg however stoically carried on before holding up her hand.
"What can you do? Your abilities?" Gwyn boasted her proficiency in swordsmanship. Sneaking...not so much.
"If we continue, there would be no doubt that the Goblins will see the light and stage an ambush. Either we douse the torch, and go in blind in hopes of remaining undetected, or we prepare to fight prematurely."
Gwyn began to nervously ponder their situation
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Name: Known only as “Orcbolg”
Age: 19
Race: Human
Class: Fighter/Hybrid
Height: 5’4
Bust: C-cup
Booty: firm but perky
Eye color; Tough to know, helm covers much but some say bright red
Hair: Black, worn in a long pony tail from the helm
Outfit: A tight set of leather armor, one that hugs her body nicely and leaves faint pantylines. She has metal additions to her armor in key areas that goblins usually go for.
Undies: Ever since they disappearance of most of her village and her beloved big sister, Orcbolg was left alone and penniless. She scavenged what coins she could but found a solution to her panty situation. Now that her Big Sister is gone, there are drawers filled to the brim with nothing but her “big sister panties” and Orcbolg made due. If only they weren’t all littered with childish prints and cutesy frills. No two panties are the same but they’re all big, stretchy, and embarrassing.
Weapon: a large buckler and a small studded club, useful for knocking heads and smacking butts.
Bio: Her village was once just like an other village that dotted the Frontiers. They were simple farmers and fisherwomen and had little need for anything resembling combat. After all, things were peaceful. Then the Goblin Incursions began. Battling the Dwarves in the East had finally exhausted many Goblins and they decided to pack up en mass and go out in search of easier prey and toys. The helpless inhabitants of the plains were thus perfect targets.
Orcbolg's village was just one of many. Now she swears vengeance against goblinkind for kidnapping quite literally her entire village in a blink of an eye. It is her hope that she will be reunited with her Big Sis one day. Having no training and no experience however, she failed many of her attempts at vengeance, her ambushes against wanderers doing little besides helping the Goblin get better practice in the art of giving wedgies and humiliating girls. It is only through pure luck that the Goblins never thought of simply kidnapping her, finding the foolish human's attempts amusing.
That would be their final mistake, as long as Orcbolg learns she will prevail.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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