Differences in The Wandering Inn 3.31 G
[Leader Level 15!]
- [Conditions Met:
- [Class Consolidation:
- standard for any Chieftain.
But it was enough and appropriate.
- The only other thing Goblins did was stare at Rags and pat her approvingly as she passed—that got annoying fast for her.
- The first order of the day,
which she’d been planning on without the addition of her [Chieftain] class was testing out her tribe’s warriors.
- Rags had a new tribe,
- laying about with sticks and enjoying themselves immensely by the looks of it.
They were dominating any other Goblins who came at them with ease.
- The Redfang warriors bashed their way through the Goblins,
aiming for the edge of the fray where they could defend themselves easier and wait to regroup with their friends.
- They were of a higher quality than steel,
which meant her warriors were outfitted as good as or better than most city militias.
- Even Liscor’s City Watch didn’t have magical weapons.
- of course.
Redscar commanded the Redfang warriors as Rags’ mobile attack force and vanguard.
- And the female Goblin warrior—Rags had learned her nickname was Poisonbite thanks to the two poisoned daggers she wielded—Rags put in command of another group.
- Rags summoned Noears and made him tell her and Pyrite all he could about the surrounding area.
He was happy to do it and Rags found she liked how intelligent he was and the breath of his knowledge.
- the sound echoing for miles,
the product of shifting tones of snow and dirt and rock.
It was only when they got this big when Snow Golems got less funny.
- In the Winter,
- And now,
as the monster charged her Goblins she saw what it was.
The flaming insect-bird burned at it struck the monster,
- but the searing heat seemed to do nothing to the monster’s thick hide.
- Goblins screamed and the formation broke as the pikes failed.
The crawling thing snatched up five Goblins and pressed them against it’s oval mouth full of teeth.
- Rags saw the Goblins screaming,
Lighting struck the crawler as it dropped the remains and crawled towards Rags.
- She pulled her mount back as Noears ran forwards and zapped the crawler.
- the keen eyes of the Goblins began to pick out the inhabitants.
They wandered among the ruins of their home,
- It seemed like the light was darker around this place,
or maybe the sun was just setting quicker.
- But this was a famous spot.
- More were rising from the snow.
Rags looked at her Goblins warriors.
- She had a good box formation—a phalanx if Rags had known the word—going on.
- The pike Goblins hit the zombies hard.
Rags saw countless bodies being impaled on the spears,
- and those that survived ran into the Goblins in the formation with swords who hacked at them.
- They just kept reforming,
making the dead villagers and countless victims over the years into a truly immortal force.
- And if it were just zombies it would be fine.
- Goblins were lying or sitting in small groups in the cold night.
Many of them glanced up at Rags passed by and then looked down.
- She couldn’t meet their eyes and the food in her hands cooled as she lost her appetite.
“The Goblin King was a peaceful King for many years.
- Six years he ruled and we lived without fighting.”
- calm and unsurprised.
He knew Greyberad was smart.
- They saw huge Hobs,
a match for any Silver-rank adventurer among the Goblins’ number.