{Name – Rick}
{Age – 20}
{Race - Royal Goblin}
{Tier – Two}
{Strength – 55}
{Agility – 40}
{Dexterity – 40}
{Intelligence – 18}
{Endurance – 50}
{Essence – 0}
{Evo Points – 5/180}
{Skills}
{Velora}
‘Exactly as expected, I guess. I'll have to remember in the future to absorb when I can, so I’m not incapacitated for long periods of time.
‘Now with it being day two way from my little goblin Tribe, I wonder how much longer I should stay away. I have already progressed so much in a measly two days that it feels a little pointless to stay out for longer.
‘I’m a little worried about the Tribe, but surely Jaba has it under control, right? It would really suck returning home to a destroyed Tribe, because ?what’s a Goblin without his Tribe? Nothing, that is.
‘A Goblin should be around other Goblins, especially when it seems we’re one of the weakest races around.
‘Soo…
‘Despite everything I just said, I’ll stay out a little longer. At least until all the pelts are fully dry and I can walk back home somewhat clothed. I need to maintain some sort of dignity, especially as a Royal.
‘I wonder if they know… probably not. Hm. I’ll tell them one day.
‘Anyway, I guess I just need to go around killing a bunch of beasts, do a little training with punches and stuff, maybe even practice making a better spear. I’ll do all of this until…well until I’m ready to go back, I guess.
‘Okay, let's use the last bit of daylight I have left to dispose of the wolf remains at a location far from here to not attract beasts to my rest spot.
‘After that, it’s eating a little, a bit of rest for the night, then continuing to hunt until I reach where I want to be!’
- ??
And that is exactly what Rick did for three whole weeks. He hunted beasts of various sizes, strengths, and abilities. From small and strong ones to big and weak ones, he’d fought and killed it all. He’d done so much relentless fighting over the course of that three-week span that you could no longer refer to him as just a regular Goblin.
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Not that he was ever regular in the first place.
Even calling him a strong Goblin might not do him the appropriate justice.
No, Rick could only be described in one word, Warrior.
By no means was he now a seasoned veteran at fighting with many years under his belt, but he was no longer that Goblin who was a little frightened by a Horned Rabbit.
He definitely became far better at fighting over the course of the past three weeks, and although he never really figured out how to make a perfect spear, his close combat abilities improved by leaps and bounds with each battle he fought.
Of course, being forced to fight for the first couple days of that week with his crown jewels on the line helped force him to be better.
Though eventually he could string together something resembling a skirt to wrap around his waist and cover his prize possessions, the zeal he fought with didn’t seem to stop after that.
As if he was born to battle, born to fight, born to give his opponents every single thing he could bring forth and then some, Rick grew stronger. On the inside, he was still that cheerful Goblin who only sought to better his strength and his race, but he became a different being altogether once engaged in battle.
He became an existence that only yearned for the absolute decimation of any adversary he seemed to face, but accompanying this yearning was the pure joy he experienced in any fight he had participated in.
He developed a solid and profound love for the ways of battle, but he never let this deep love distract him from the fight or urge him into reckless decisions.
This was partly because of the respect he gained for fighting. He eventually seemed to believe that a fight should be ended at the earliest convenience, meaning any form of torture and hesitation were two things he became distant with.
He wholeheartedly thought that a true fight should end as quickly as the fighter’s abilities dictate, but each second of that fight should be enjoyed to the fullest extent.
One might question how someone could change so much in ?just three weeks but they would fail to realize the gravity of getting into fights where your life (and jewels) was on the line for every single second of every fight for that entire time. Because of that, it's no surprise that Rick’s mentality went through such a drastic change.
This brought us to the current situation, a situation deep in the forests north of the lake, where Rick stood unabated in front of the strongest beast he had seen since entering the forest.
In fact, Rick believed this beast might be stronger than the wolf that he and Jaba almost died ‘fighting’.
Standing not too far from the beast was a tall and muscular Goblin with tribal tattoos covering his left shoulder down to his elbow. He was likewise covered in head to toe in the pelts he got from killing various beats such as wolves and even some type of beast deer.
While some pieces like the loincloth around his waist were crudely made, others such as his makeshift vest showed off just how much effort he put into getting better at skinning.
With his latest attempt at making a wooden spear that matched him in height and was topped with a sharpened bone that took him one entire day to make, and a couple of rather long fangs now turned daggers hung at his waist, Rick stood his ground firmly in the beast's face.
Not taking a step forward or backward, he just stood there with every single cell in his body screaming danger.
Apart from his natural instincts telling him to flee, there were two reasons that caused additional worry for Rick. The first one being that when Velora tried to scan the creature, only question marks showed up.
The beast was out of their scope.
The other reason, and probably the reason that brought Rick more worry, was the fact that the beast spoke to him.
“Haven’t seen a Goblin of your size in a long time. Where’d you come from?” The massive foxlike beast said.
It had a slender and lean build despite its size, and its orange-ish pelt was littered with black and brown streaks.
The feature that stood out the most though was its eyes. Pitch black, with fiery blazing red pupils in the center.
Just looking into its eyes was enough to give Rick a sense of fear. Although this foxlike beast was technically smaller than Rick, it definitely wasn’t any weaker, something Rick could immediately feel.
So, with no apparent way to beat or safely flee from the beast, Rick could only respond to its question as he remained in a constant state of both fear and alertness.
“South of here.” Although he spoke somewhat calmly, Rick’s mind was anything but.
POV Rick
‘FUCK, WHERE THE HELL DID THIS DAMN DEMON FOX THING COME FROM
‘Velora!! There has to be a way to get out of this, right?! Please tell me you have a solution!’
[The situation exceeds current capabilities, I advise caution.]
‘Dammit!’
“South, huh? Are there more of you?” The massive Fox softly asked in response. Seemingly not feeling the same level of stress as Rick.
‘There’s no way I can sell out my fellow Goblins back home, right?! What the hell do I even say?!’