Under the moonlight the previously ransacked caravan. The moonlight bathed the ruined caravan in a silvery glow, casting long shadows across the wreckage.

  The air was thick with the scent of earth and decay, the remnants of the pioneers’ journey scattered across the ground.

  Fiara, crouched low, her steel claws glinting in the moonlight as she examined the tracks. Her tan fur blended seamlessly with the shadows, but her sharp, amber eyes stood out like twin flames. Her lupine ears twitched as she listened to the sounds of the forest, her nose wrinkling, no doubt about it these are definitely goblin tracks.

  She moves her hand to footprint she doesn't know and something else.

  “These tracks are old,” Fiara said, her voice low and gravelly. “But they’re definitely goblin tracks. And… something else.”

  She stands up, her amber turned to Creed who moved to study the footprint. “It looks like it belongs to a young griffin.”

  Creed, assessed his bow slung across his back. His tall, slender frame moved with a grace that seemed almost otherworldly, his green eyes glinting with curiosity. He wore a lightweight tunic and trousers, his attire designed for stealth and mobility. A quiver of arrows hung at his side, the fletching meticulously crafted.

  His long, auburn hair was tied back in a loose braid, and his pointed ears twitched as one of his teammates talked.

  “A griffin?” Mikalien, the halfling alchemist questions her purple skin glowing faintly in the moonlight. Her single horn, curving gracefully from her forehead, caught the light, giving her an almost ethereal appearance. She wore a patchwork robe adorned with a large pouch with potions and vials, each one filled with a mysterious substance. Her small frame was dwarfed by the others, but her sharp, violet eyes betrayed her intelligence and wit.

  “Interesting. It seems this clan of goblins specializes in taming them." She theorized.

  "Guess Living on this sky island must have changed their priorities." Creed added. "Making them less obsessed with gold and," he turns to his female companions, earning a glare from both.

  Mutarea, the large orc, lumbered forward, his massive hammer resting on his shoulder. The tattoo of his clan, accomplishments and heritage glistened in the moonlight, his muscular frame towering over the others.

  Despite his intimidating appearance, his expression was one of gentle curiosity, his small, beady eyes scanning the scene with a kind of childlike wonder. He wore a mix of iron and leather. His hammer Mary-Ann, though crude, was clearly well-used, the head dented from countless battles.

  “Don't know if goblins cool or bad” Mutarea said, his voice deep and rumbling. “But griffins… griffins cool. Maybe we make friends with griffins?”

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  Mikalien giggled. "Not this time Muta, where here to find out what happened to these pioneers before reporting back."

  Mutarea scratched his head, his expression one of mild confusion. “But… griffins still cool.”

  Creed lips curled into a smirk shaking his head. This guy, never change.

  Fiara however is focused on the scent of where the where the goblins have gone to listen in.

  Perking her ears up she turns to the team rising from her crouched position. "I got the scent, let's head out."

  The group snap to attention.

  "Alright let's move on"

  "Let smash somethings"

  "Let's just leave some of them alive, okay"

  The group heads of the direction of the scent Fiara smelled. The night was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant call of an owl.

  Not after the faint light of a torch is seen. The group hid near a bush scouting. Seeing the multiple huts scatter with some goblins apathetic of patrolling with the larger ones hobgoblins were talking amongst themselves.

  "Okay so here what happened I grab me axe took a swing and and the human got cut in half." Said the one with the mohawk.

  "Mukal, last time you said you got the human head off, starting to think it's fake." Replied by one with a fake scar.

  "Hey it real got proof it right here a piece of gold I took from human."

  "I don't know you sure you didn't took that from Glint's pile," Another replied.

  "Hey as if, you know what I tell story again prove I not fake it," the hobgoblins continue to banter.

  Creed’s green eyes narrowed as he reached for his bow. “Looks like we’ve found their camp.” Turning his head Mikalien.

  "Mikalien the potion,"

  "Don't worry I got it," Mikalien held a vial of a sickly green concoction she then throws it near the most goblins.

  One of the goblins began sniffing the air before puking in disgust before the others follow suit.

  "What that smell it awful!."

  "Did Grum poop again!"

  "It not me this time!"

  "Oh yeah well let see."

  One of them throws a rock aiming at the goblin named Grum but missing and hitting another goblin.

  "Hey why hit me want to die"

  And so like a domino effect the goblins began to fight among themselves.

  The hobgoblins who where chatting notices goes over to the goblins making a mess.

  "Oy you runts stop or your gonna di-" his words cut short as a bolt of arrow hit him dead in center on the head.

  The every single goblin stopped their infighting to see the hobgoblin lay there on the dirt and stone lifeless.

  Then they looked at the arrow to the direction of where the arrow was fired to see Creed waving at them. Come and get be assholes.

  All goblins move between the dead body and Creed their brains processing before finally realizing whats happening and all said in unison.

  "INTRUDER!!!"

  The goblins charged at Creed.

  The remaining hobgoblins both looked at each other and nodded as one with the fake scar turned to the cave.

  The goblins continue to charge forward as Mutarea feel from the sky crushing an unfortunate goblin and creating a shockwave.

  Letting out a deafening roar stopping the goblins from advancing more making the less willed rethink what they are doing.

  One of the hobgoblin copied the roar and charged at Mutarea before swinging his large axe in a wide arc.

  Mutaria in turn swung his hammer as the weapons clashed. Good opponent to smash

  The goblins seeing an opportunity goes passed to the duo.

  Creed draws his bow, aiming then begins shooting all of his shoot aiming either the head or torso. But goblins did not slowed one bit. Persistent I'll give them that.

  Then Fiara blitz passed grabbing a goblin by the throat with her mouth before tearing the poor goblins into shreds blood spraying around. bleh, goblin flesh still taste disgusting.

  The goblins were not scared no they were horrified to the point that even the sexual urge to ravage a female when they see it was overridden by the will to live.

  Fiara dropped the body down the very visible spine on the throat with pools of blood flow her face covered blood before taking the spine ripping of the body splattering blood everywhere. The sight of this scene would make almost anybody scared and gag at the sight.

  Huck, dammit Fiara why did you always make it so fucking morbid and disgusting, by Lunara I'm gonna hurl. Creed covered his mouth and resist to puke.

  Most of the goblins also puke while some tried to resist urge.

  "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!" A loud voice rang out catching everyone attention and turn their heads to Glint who looked like he was contemplating pretty much everything.