Goblins, it was always goblins.
Brutus found himself heading further west than he'd ever found himself before. Leaving the bounds of Faldren for Astorea, which...honestly didn't seem like much of a difference since he was essentially in the same forest he called home. Ironic really, he though traveling across a border would have some sort of pomp or circumstance, maybe a change in the backround OST (if there had been one to begin with) or some sort of atmospheric shader applied.
There was none of that.
Instead he found himself hunting goblins as per usual. His eyes hunting the same tracks he'd been following for the last two hours. A hit and run on some huntsmen that had earned the ire of Old Man Stankins, who in return sent his problem solved out to stomp it out real quick.
Brutus' worked double time, the green menace had a headstart on him and if he gave them any slack they would disappear into the woods only to strike again at another date. He had to nip the problem right in the bud and remind them that Brishal wasn't free game anymore.
There were heroes back in town.
Suddenly he stopped, craning his ears slightly. Something was coming, a snap of a twig, the rustle of leaves and then-
HAIYA
A trio of goblins dove from the branches above him, daggers brandished. Brutus chuckled, they'd sprung a trap on him. The goblins descended like lime green dropbears, and with one wide swoop of his canon he managed to knock all three of them from the air with practiced ease. They landed against the trees with a loud THWAM, one of them was out like a light from the word go. One was up quickly, and ate another smack before it could even think twice about what had hit it. The slower of the two survivors had a little more wit to it than the others and tried to flee. He found himself catching a canon ball to the back with a loud BOOM.
That was three of the seven down, but the other four definitely knew he was in the area now. And he was packing heat.
Brutus found himself heading further west than he'd ever found himself before. Leaving the bounds of Faldren for Astorea, which...honestly didn't seem like much of a difference since he was essentially in the same forest he called home. Ironic really, he though traveling across a border would have some sort of pomp or circumstance, maybe a change in the backround OST (if there had been one to begin with) or some sort of atmospheric shader applied.
There was none of that.
Instead he found himself hunting goblins as per usual. His eyes hunting the same tracks he'd been following for the last two hours. A hit and run on some huntsmen that had earned the ire of Old Man Stankins, who in return sent his problem solved out to stomp it out real quick.
Brutus' worked double time, the green menace had a headstart on him and if he gave them any slack they would disappear into the woods only to strike again at another date. He had to nip the problem right in the bud and remind them that Brishal wasn't free game anymore.
There were heroes back in town.
Suddenly he stopped, craning his ears slightly. Something was coming, a snap of a twig, the rustle of leaves and then-
HAIYA
A trio of goblins dove from the branches above him, daggers brandished. Brutus chuckled, they'd sprung a trap on him. The goblins descended like lime green dropbears, and with one wide swoop of his canon he managed to knock all three of them from the air with practiced ease. They landed against the trees with a loud THWAM, one of them was out like a light from the word go. One was up quickly, and ate another smack before it could even think twice about what had hit it. The slower of the two survivors had a little more wit to it than the others and tried to flee. He found himself catching a canon ball to the back with a loud BOOM.
That was three of the seven down, but the other four definitely knew he was in the area now. And he was packing heat.

