Role

Chapter 4

Outside of taking the oath of the Battlerager with Tahren, this would be the
most sacred event he has participated in.


He had planned it out carefully upon receiving knowledge from the Veteran
Raider in the Goblin Village. While he was confident he could do it, having
not done it before he wasn't sure what, or who to expect. He knew where he
would go. The Spiderhaunt Woods. Not deep into it, just skirting the edges.
He carefully navigated his way through the Forest Road and to the woods. He
made eye contact with a group of brigands, and he felt a surge of confidence
as they avoided him on the road. In his mind they were scared, in their minds
he was a lone goblin not worthy of their time.


He arrived at the woodline and planted the butt of his spear into the ground.
He took a deep breath and his chest puffed and distended further than ever
before. A low rumbling came from his chest cavity, instinctively it bellowed
forth deeply into the woods. Suddenly hundreds of eyes lit the edge of the
woodline. Perhaps he would have felt fear long ago, but now this simply was.
This came natural to him. Suddenly a spider launched itself out of the
woodline faster than a mustang might sprint. Gebble only had a moment to
admire it's beauty. Far larger than he was, with a reddish-brown carapace.
This is what he grabbed on to and swung himself up on.


The spider ran and skittered on, being led by Gebble's kicks. Gebble held on
for dear life as the spider ran up the road, across the sides of trees,
upside down, all at breakneck speeds. Gebble had never moved so fast in his
life. He may as well have been riding a great bird for as fast as he was
moving. Before he knew it he was in the plains of Udgaard. His spider was
tired out. It dug itself a hole and rested as Gebble admired his newfound
ability.


I will call you Spinner.