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“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.
