Role

Chapter 5

He got some stares as he entered the Goblin Outpost. His bright red skin and
patch of fiery orange hair certainly made him stand out in the crowd. But he
was left alone. He was well traveled and seasoned now, unrecognizable from
the goblin who left and was chained as a prisoner before he got to the raid
site. But he wasn't here for social pleasantries or to puff his chest out in
bluster. He was puffing his chest out for other reasons. This felt right,
this would do nicely.


The ululation began the same as at the Spiderhaunt Woods. Other goblins
stopped and stared at him as the deep pitch resonated in their bodies. A
breeder orc with a very strange hat eyed him lustily as she felt his call
deep in her womb. Suddenly from nowhere she was bowled over and trampled by a
giant wolf. It had solid black fur, deep as the deepest night. It had
wide-wild eyes and long yellow fangs. It outweighed and outsized Gebble by
several sizes, yet it answered his commands willingly. Its tongue lulled out
of it's mouth giving it a rather goofy appearance, as goofy as it appeared
deadly. It was already trained, already saddled, it was clearly someone
else's mount, yet it came to Gebble instead. It made it all the better for
Gebble as he rode away at full speed from the outpost.


You will be called Night. Yes yes yes.