Reality of Life

The scent was unmistakable, even powerful enough to penetrate the thin cloth separating this smaller cave from any outside area. In fact along with blood, faint yet also unmistakable screeches, screams, and howls can be heard from a location nearby. The echoes of the screams indicate that this cave is in fact connected to another indoor area.

Suddenly a massive hulking creature grotesquely blew into the room, sporting a large wound spreading from its torso to its lower neck. Along with its profusely bleeding corpse, it tore the cloth from the entryway, to reveal a gruesome scene. Within this goblin den, arguably the greatest threat to their species had appeared, adventurers from the races. They were even larger than that massive creature that had fallen centimeters from on the holes containing the green masses. These adventures sported bulky frames, clearly not of their skin, but their armors and cloaks. They outsized the green creatures massively, with their legs surpassing even the tallest of the small creatures. The also appeared sturdier, shinier, and based on the fact that many corpses surrounded them, stronger than these meek monsters. Their weapons alone outsized the green animals, with many of the arrows fired from the adventurers bows looking as large as the torso of any monster there. But there was one difference, the adventurers were evidently outnumbered greatly, almost 3 to 1! With such odds, surely these intruders would be brought down. Wrong. The goblins were being decimated by steel, strength, and magic.

Very swiftly the numbers of goblin fell to a mere 7. These seven were most likely the craftiest bunch and immediately retreated towards the small cave now inhabited by only shadow, glow vine, corpse, and those suspicious masses of green flesh. In their retreat 3 were caught in a ball of scalding flame as their very bone could no longer be seen as a long tipped-hat adventurer pointed a wooden stick at them. The goblins all thought, "Wood stick strong!" They immediately picked up the few clubs scattered by corpses of their bretheren amounting to only seven sticks to that small cave.

"!^#^!*;#, hdbrb;#;#^^$,; hshdb;#;÷;=::/;&×>(," One of the adventurers made a loud screech towards the other intruders. Those green things started to move vigorously, well all but 2. The goblins immediately threw 3 clubs into different pits. Why? Because suddenly one by one small green fingers rose above the hole. Emerging, was small goblins, each holding a weapon, understanding by some instinct this will help them get strong. In barreled a hulking figure clad in a shining white armor and holding a massive one handed mace and sheild.

Almost immediately, the nearby newborn goblin, literal seconds old, was smashed to paste by the immensely powerful strike of the adventurer. The other 2 goblins, seemingly a rarity amongst this group, were clever, and knew now, there was no hope. They turned crazed with their minute of lifetime to their name they charge fearlessly at their enemy stick in hand! How valiant they were like noble heroes their tales would be sung! Of course if they were not instantly incinerated by the strong stick user. The final goblin child, returned to its pit. The adult goblins charged in a battle fury! They rushed stick in hand and struck their enemy. Or so they thought. That feeling of tension was their necks coming loose from their bodies as a truly exemplary shot of magic In origin, had cleanly sliced through them.

Unluckily enough, all their bodies and all their weight immediately tumbled upon the hiding goblin child, squashing and suffocating it slowly and painfully. All that remained were the two unmoving green masses.