“Time to roast a few creeps,” Lyndi said as she attempted to move forward.
Celeste held her arm, “Wait. Look what they’re doing,” she pointed at one goblin that wore what looked like a crown made from bone. It climbed upon the table and rose up at tall as it could, waving its scrawny arms to get the crowd’s attention. They were chanting something in a foreign tongue but once the single goblin raised his arms they became instantly silent.
The single goblin said something with determination. Eli shared a look with his companions when the name ‘Brimstone’ was mentioned.
“It’s hard to imagine they still worship him after what he did,” Frunz whispered. “Good thing the creep is still locked up on Prison Island.”
The lead goblin began to chant the word ‘crum’ over and over. The others echoed it until the entire meeting hall hummed with the word.
Flitty stopped screaming and had the peace of mind to respond, “Look guys, as I said before, you don’t really want to do this. I’m just a small fairy. Not really worth all this fuss. How about instead you just untie me and we can all sit around and sing songs by a camp fire? Wait. What you got there?” Her bright yellow aura caused several goblins to shield their eyes.
The lead goblin raised a silver dagger with a wooden hilt. It seemed to be the only weapon among them and it was pretty clear what he intended to do with it.