The Adventures of Nugget: A Goblin's Tale (presently closed for partner colab)

[SapioDreams]

Onowell was a grand city, with many races lining it’s streets, though the primary would be humans; the pesky things are just everywhere. The walls were high and thick, sturdy and well maintained; it’s imports were many but they lack the exports that could make the city a thing of wonder. With the intent of lining his pockets and seeing the city grow, the King Regent Aronald the Second, proposed the domestication of outlying territories; the most fruitful being a nice strip of land that runs through the Arrowshade forest, a lush and thick forest that was a good five miles beyond the city and rumored to house more than a few goblin settlements. A small caravan of farmers, explorers, along with a few guards and other necessary folk were sent beyond the wall in hopes of swaying the ‘locals’ , establishing the lay of the land, its potential fertility and report back any difficulties while doing their best to soothe, or eradicate the locals.

Deep within the trees of Arrowshade lay a sprawling network of huts, firepits, an entire little village if you will, all quite nomadic in nature, all easily broken down and moved as it’s inhabitants knew better than any how important flexibility was. A surrounding marsh put a good barrier between them and the stinking city of Onowell, the Elder goblin was named Blizzik, his gnarled features and avian-esque nose were prized and his cleverness moreso; he guided the goblins with a tender hand but was always very true to keeping his children pure, untainted, one of which he held close, a red-eyed little oddball named Nugget. “Green is clean.” was the motto of the village, the only thing the smelly pink skins were good for was a laugh at their expense and their shinies, what goblin in their right mind could resist such treasures? The rumor that things had gone missing over the years since Aronald the Second took up power had proved true, though if you asked the man he would blame the goblins and if you asked the goblins, well not many were unwise enough to cross the swamplands to do so but change was afoot.
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Nugget hung upside down from one of the highest branches amidst the swampland trees, leaves trembled and fell to the ground as she swung herself upright and got to her little feet; ballanging, the goblin looked out over the canopy of trees, something was moving. Suddenly a pinecone was whipped at the back of her head, rocking it forward and eliciting a snarl from the female, behind her on the branch appeared another young goblin named Licker, doing just that to some defenseless snail while looking down the length of his twisted nose at Nugget.

“Time to head back, old man Blizz will want his report, get yer ass moving fugly.” he gave a derivative curl of his fat lips and turned to scurry down the tree.

The prised thick, lengthy nose, the blotchy or warted skin, almost slimy in appearance seemed to be lacking from Nugget’s genetics; her nose short, rounded and her skin was more of an even tone riddled with freckles as if someone had taken a wet paintbrush and flicked it at the lass. Thankfully she possessed a rather ample backside, her figure pudgie and rather shapely; it was seen as a saving grace amidst the clan as the little ginger was not all that popular amidst her fellow goblins.

Throwing a shitty look after the impatient Licker, Nugget would take one last look and narrow her eyes, she had news for the old gobbo and she wasn’t about to let the dimwitted ass who stuck everything in his mouth like a six month old get to him first. Down the tree she went, her bare feet hitting the leaves and muck with a wet squelch, soon it would be time to bundle up but not now, not yet; If it weren’t for the repercussions, Nugget would be running about in not but a strip of fur.

 

[BradBurns]

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"So, it's simply. We must establish a good relationship with the goblins of Onowell. I know most of you don't like it, but to make sure this domestication goes well, we must see to it that the goblins are taken care of. I have contacted the Durnatel Trade Company and they will happily join our diplomats to see if something could be done with the green-skins. As you know, they have stolen from us in the past but this would be the time they could redeem themselves as a race. Now then, you are all dismissed." The King presiding over the area dismissed his council, some carrying a sour look though they each stood up and began to leave, some disappearing in the shadows talking in quiet voices about what they were just told. The city of Onowell had stood for a very long time underneath the King's leadership and so it shall stand for longer though only if a good relationship is established with the people, even those who weren't human. And taking away the land from the goblins, that would result in a very unhappy populace with the goblins. So it was simple, either integrate the green-skins into their fine city or their bodies will be the building blocks of the domestication.

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Bradford Blackwell had joined in the caravan as a guard, having known someone within the trade company who took up his contract despite only be eighteen. His black locks covered his baby blue orbs from view whenever he looked down which seemed to be every time someone came up to talk to him, to either give him a task or to make small talk as they prepared the caravan for travel. Soon they set off from Onowell and started to make their way towards the forest of Ebosea, the land changing from the grassy lands and forests to a more of a swamp land.

Bradford brought a hand up to smack at one of the mosquito as it tried to bite him which earned a laugh from the man on the horse next to him. "First time being out in the swamp, boy? Don't worry, you'll get used to those little buggers wanting your blood," the man told him, having introduced himself as Conrad. What he didn't mention was that he was in charge of the caravan until he had gotten a chance to learn more about Bradford. He saw some of the boy's potential so he had let him come on the journey, figuring it'd be a good experience for the young lad. Conrad was in his thirties, blond hair cut short and styled upwards and what would've been a handsome face was marred by an ugly burn on the right side of his face. No one knew how he got the scar, if it was caused in combat or if it happened in his youth. Regardless, the man terrified Bradford despite the man's friendly nature. "Yeah....hopefully they just don't bother me," Bradford told the man as he walked with him, not being provided a horse and his boots pressed heavily into the moist ground with each step. The caravan was consisted of twenty people, The bulk of it being farmers and explorers. There was only two diplomats and the rest were guards, most of them working for the trade company itself. There was three carriages, one for each group while the guards were either on horses or on their feet walking.

They progressed through the woods of Ebosea, not bothering to be quiet in their travel as they tried to find where the goblin settlement was. "Damn goblins, I don't know why the King just doesn't have us 'take care' of them. It'd be easier then wasting all these resources," Bradford heard behind him and he looked over his shoulder, seeing another guard talking to the carriage driver for the diplomats. The carriage driver offered a weak smile before answering, "Well, just think of it like this. What would be more beneficial? I think having the goblins integrated would prove better for the community. Sure, they steal sometimes...well a lot but they have other talents that the city of Onowell could use."

 

[SapioDreams]

“No Licker keep the damn snails!! Piss off!” Nugget tromped up towards the elder’s tent, making a rather violent and crude motion with her two short arms at the slovenly goblin who had been out scouting with her; as she entered she saw the old goblin hunched over a small cauldron, tossing in a few ingredients. He seemed studious if not peaceful and focused, when Nugget dropped a string of squirrels to a rock slab, Blizzik lifted his gaze.

“Well now if it isn’t my favorite little freckle.” an easy smile crept across his face.

“Am not! I told you not to call me that old man…” Nugget objected with a scowl, but her lip pursed and she lost commitment, she couldn’t well stay angry at the old gobbo. Dropping her fat ass down onto a stuffed, fur cushion she took the seat beside him and lifted a solitary droopy ear to listen for any interlopers. When the coast was clear she began “I was out scouting the swamps, got some dinner, but I saw something...Blizzik I think someone's coming. “ she continued, the goblin’s language was harsh like a hoarse whisper, but the majority of the camp, those that went on ‘constitutionals’ had learned the common tongue for self preservation.

The old goblin began to stoke the fire, slowly he pointed a gnarled finger over towards a fur draped stump in the corner of the hut, atop it were scattered bones. “I saw, the pink skins are coming. The spirits said not many, no..not many but they come for us.” He reached over and patted the redhead’s hair to soothe her, as she was quick to rile and despite his best efforts, the nature of his own personality to think long before action had not rubbed off on her. “We will see them, tonight I will tell the others and we will be the ones to meet them.” No goblin worth it’s salt let a human get the drop on them. Goblins were sneaky, goblins were stealthy and above all, goblins were better than those pink skinned humans.
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Dusk yawned over the forest of Arrowshade, engulfing the swamplands in a thick and heavy fog; Blizzik lead his goblins through the muck and myre, the small scouting party was well armed but not with bulky armor or heavy irons, no they wore furs, some leathers, and other still more mud than anything else. Their weapons were suited to the terrain, their sizes, and played to their strength as sneaky little buggers; daggers, ropes with stones to fell a creature, bows and arrows and the like. The orders had been handed out before they left the cluster of huts, investigate, secure and if safe, make first contact.

Nugget, swaddled in a wolf’s pelt, crept silently along the swamp floor, spying the caravan waggons she would take to the trees to circle the gathering and come round behind where few of the giant’s lingered. Her thick little frame was hidden well, and her chubby toes splay out in the squelching leaf littered ground for balance few could achieve, she came to settle beneath a large berry bush at first, peering out amidst the branches while gripping a dagger fashioned from bone. Ruby red eyes would scan the caravan, wide and curious, she couldn’t help it; she had not been around many humans before and there they were, not feet from her and well out of their element, it was almost like watching a flock of birds settle in a tree before moving on.

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[BradBurns]

"Alright, set up camp for the night. We can't get the carriages past this point anyways so tomorrow we'll need to approach on foot to talk to the goblins. I'll need two men to stand watch for two hours at a time once we settle in. Bradford, you got first watch with me," Conrad ordered as they entered Arrowshade and found a place to make camp in one of the openings. Bradford moved to help the others start to make camp, removing supplies off their carriages since they knew they would be here for a little while. Bradford found it hard to make conversation with most of the people though Conrad constantly made a reappearance to chat with Bradford as the two worked. Soon the camp was set as the fog started to set in, making their visibility after a certain distance impossible. Bradford adjusted his leather bracers, not wearing the heavy armor that Conrad was sporting as he chose to wear a simple leather vest with a sword on his hip. It's all he could afford really. He began to see fires start to light up around the tents as each group made their own fire and began to cook some food, laughter filling the clearing after what seemed like minutes.
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Bradford felt a tap on his shoulder and with a jolt he turned out only to see Conrad chuckling at the boy's reaction. "You're jumpy, that's good. Our watch is gonna start to make sure we don't get any wild animals running through the camp. I imagine besides the goblins out here, it'll be quiet. Tomorrow morning you'll be joining me and the diplomats to go to the goblin settlement and talk with their Elder." Bradford blinked a few times before pointing a finger at his handsomely boyish face, "Me? Why me?" which caused Conrad to laugh again. "Because you'll be guarding the diplomats with me. Isn't that why you're here? To be a guard?" Bradford nodded after a moment before he looked over to where the two diplomats were, both were men who were in their late forties and they were currently enjoying cooked meat by their own seperate fire. Bradford looked back in time to see Conrad walk over to a fallen tree, sitting down on the dirty log and patted the spot next to him, telling Bradford, "Take a seat boy. Tell me about yourself." Bradford after a few moments slowly moved forward and sat down on the log, feeling his butt become a bit wet from the log and he told the man, "Well...I was born in the slums of the city, only child. Nothing is that interesting about me Sir." Conrad rolled his silver eyes before smacking the back of Bradford's head, telling the young adult sternly, "Don't write yourself off like that boy. You think I was also like I am now? I was like you back when I was your age, scrambling for a job but no one wanted to hire a young lad who could barely hold a sword. But then the war happened and I found myself fighting Orcs that were two times my size. Turns out if you just keep swinging a sword, you'll eventually get recognized by folks as some sort of hero." Conrad shrugged and looked away, not wanting to talk much about the war that had happened ten years prior with the orcs. Bradford remained silent as well and soon the crickets came out and joined in the noise making as the other humans ate and drank. Bradford took this time to really give Conrad a look over, not finding the man as scary as when he first met him, all he had to do was look past the man's large frame and his scar. Bradford offered a smile and muttered, "Thank you," to Conrad who simply offered a smile and then began to talk more about their mission to Bradford.
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An hour passed, and then another, and another, and then it was shift change and Brad returned to his bedroll, falling asleep as the last of the embers went out besides the fire the guards had going. He opened his eyes after feeling like he needed to go to the bathroom and he got out of his cot, moving over towards the current guards to tell them, "I need to go pee real quick," which earned a nod from one of the men who told him, "Stay in eyesight," before Bradford walked off towards the tree line. He stopped at a large berry brush and began to work off his belt before he lowered the front of his pants slightly so he could pull his cock out. He dropped his bleary gaze and stared past a decent amount of dark pubic hair to the length he held, with a moment of thought he hummed, it was a decent size, even flaccid, at least he didn't have to worry too much in that department. With a heavy sigh he relaxed and began peeing into the bush.

 

[SapioDreams]

Ruby red hues peered through a veil of flora, droopy ears perked and Nugget’s attention swung towards the crunch of boots on dirt, her heart thudded in her chest and she pushed down the urge to move; some young human male spoke as he made his way to the edge of firelight and unfurled something entirely male, unbeknownst to him, for the goblins private viewing. For a moment she found herself staring, letting her guard slip in favor of fulfilling a mild voyeuristic urge; it was when a stream of pungent gold splattered through the bush and began trickling down her prized wolf pelt that she recoiled, the chattering of her teeth and a low growl bubbled up from her throat, high pitched but a growl nonetheless. Before she could be seen, the shadow within the bush broke into the shadow of the swamp, a pitter patter of wet feet in muck could be heard and as if a dream, fell silent.


Blizzik cursed inwardly, his long ears picking up the sound of nuggets alert, forced to move early while unsavory, was not an issue for the little greenies had prepared well. All at once their small, angular features began appearing from the bushes, dropping down to the lower branches of trees, a few even crawled out from under each wagon. They were everywhere all at once, poised to raise hell at one twitch of the gnarled elders finger,but fortunately for the humans Blizzik held a sense of humor, his curiosity while on the back burner in dangerous situations did show faintly when he spoke. “Humans…” he greeted as if offering a sweeping bow at the kings ball.

Flanking the leaders right, a short, very disgruntled redhead crept forward, settling into a crouch with two nasty looking blades at her thick, green thighs. A low growl started again, a chattering of her teeth and she slung a few unintelligible words to the elder; who in turn shot a withering stare down the length of his nose to the young guard who had just relieved himself. “I see you've made yourself comfortable, are you enjoying our hospitality?” his scratchy voice rose as did his hands in gesture to the swamps around them. To a goblin, it was indeed their territory.


Nugget’s big eyes shot over to the young guard, then spat into the mud before straightening up, her shoulders squaring beneath the pelt as her chin lifted, still, by the stance she held the goblin was willing to move in, even as a sneer broke out among a few of her compatriots. Piss rolled down to the mud off the corner of fur but she didn't seem affected enough to remove it, “They piss on us Jicho!” she suddenly accused in common tongue.

 

[BradBurns]

Bradford let out a heavy sigh as the yellow stream burst forward from his uncovered privates though a low growl startled him and when he took a step back he saw the bush rustle as whatever was inside the bush ran away. He loss the urge to finish relieving himself and began to tuck himself away when he heard more of the foliage around him become disturbed with movement. He looked around as there seemed to be goblins everywhere and he heard the alert sounds of his fellow humans and looked back to the camp nearby to see that goblins had appeared there from underneath their wagons. Bradford looked back to see an older looking goblin step forward and bow in their direction and Conrad had moved forward so he was a small distance away from the older goblin, looking down at the wrinkled green-skinned creature with a curious gaze.

Bradford's eyes however went to the female who had appeared by the Elder's side, seeing her almost suffocating glare and judging by the fact that she was a bit wet he guessed that he accidentally relieved himself on her. With a blush he moved to look away but Conrad's pat on his back made him look forward once more as the older man told the Elder, "Your land here is quite remarkable. I can see why you choose to live out here. I hope you don't mind us squatting here for the moment."

Bradford kept his blue eyes on the ginger haired goblin, his mouth gaping slightly as he never knew a goblin could look so....human. She lacked the more define features of a goblin, her nose short and round while freckles seem to decorate her skin like someone had splashed mud on her. Though she didn't seem so stunned to see him as she spat on the mud and accused him of pissing on her. A chuckle escaped Conrad as he looked to the younger man with a grin and Bradford's blush increase as he tried to defend himself from the accusation, "I-I didn't mean to! How was I suppose to know you were there? That just makes you an expert in hiding yourself if I didn't even notice you were there!"

Conrad rolled his eyes and moved a hand up to ruffle Bradford's hair as he jokingly told the boy, "No flirting while on duty Bradford," before he dropped his hand so he could look back to the Elder. "I want to make it known we are NOT here to cause trouble for your clan. We simple wish to talk," Conrad told the Elder before he waved to diplomats over who came scurrying over with slightly frightened looks as they weren't used to be so close to weapons. "The King of Onowell and the surrounding territories is interested in setting up a more....definite alliance."

 

[SapioDreams]

The other goblins began grumbling, a few cries of objection were heard from the shadows surrounding the camp and Blizzik held the humans in a silent but suspicious gaze for some time before he finally replied to the older guard, “Ours by birth, ours by right. You pinkskins live all walled in, why don’t you go on back there?” it was as if he had offered the caravan a pot of tea. Reaching out a hand to quell Nugget, he lay his gnarled digits upon her little forearm to silence her; at least for the time being he knew it might prove lucrative to have the humans interested, and the big dumb creatures never were the best with negotiating, it was that ego, just like orcs.

A set of rubies settled disdainfully on the young, stuttering guard, he sure didn’t have a way with words; the goblin’s face wrinkled up when she saw that he was staring at her so intently; from atop her head she jerked down a bone mask, it was made of the brow bone, eye sockets and upper mandible of some poor small being but it did well to mask her face. She disliked being stared at, let alone by outsiders, hiding behind her mask she spit on the ground again, “Like a stinky pinky would know!” threw back in common, rejecting the compliment and baring her teeth again, turning her face away when the lead guard mused about the pisser and his flirtations.

Seeing that Nugget wasn’t about to make any negotiations any sweeter, the sage elder patted her forearm and then jabbed an arthritic finger at the ground, it contained a rather fascinating blue mineral formation that seemed to pulse with its own life, like the mountains in the winter. “Show us what you’re worth.” he said simply, giving the humans a chance to offer up any goodies, or lay themselves bare in the name of peace. By nature they were a curious race, a greedy race when it came to something shiny and thus, his curiosity was piqued, they had the humans surrounded and the big pink bastards knew little of what goblins could accomplish en force.

The clearing in the swamp vibrated with tension, some of it even anticipatory, even Nugget looked up to the cowering diplomats and as they pressed forward two more rough looking goblins flanked Blizzik and the reg-head. Licker was near Nugget again and the tension in her shoulders was apparent even beneath the piss-soaked pelt. A long unseemly tongue lolled out of the goblin’s mouth as he slid it over his lips to leave a sheen of saliva while in his little hands he clutched twin bone blades ; his swampy green hues seemed locked on the approaching quill pushers but they flicked over to Bradford on occasion with unsavory intent, he had noticed the male eyeing Nugget and by the dip of his sweaty brow, did not appear to approve.

 

[BradBurns]

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Conrad kept his smile at Blizzik's words and the older of the two diplomats stepped forward and his hands came together, rubbing them as he gave a wide smile at Blizzik, staring down at the elder goblin with dark orbs. Bradford kept his gaze on Nugget however who seemed to be staring him down even though he was taller then her though her face was covered by a bone mask which hid her more appealing features, only leaving her ruby tinted eyes to glare at him. He moved a hand up to scratch the back of his neck as Nugget seemed to reject his compliment and muttered, "Sorry."

"Ah, yes. We did not come here empty handed. Your cooperation would be must appreciated after all. And so our King is offering quite the treasures," the older diplomat said as his eyes would move back and forth between the two tougher looking goblins for a moment before he would turn to the side and wave to a small group of guards who were by one of the wagons. They gave a nod in return before moving to the backside of the wagon and two of the guards hauled off a chest that was on the wagon and carried it over towards the small group. They put the chest down in the middle of the diplomat and Blizzik and the diplomat opened the chest to reveal an assortmant of gold, gems, golden accessories, and much more.
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"There is more where that came from, as long as we can come to a....middle ground between us and your tribe," the diplomat stated, rubbing his wrinkled hands together as Conrad crossed his arms as he watched the diplomat try and work his magic. Bradford on the other hand looked to the goblin who had joined Nugget's side and he felt a small chill roll down his back as the goblin seemed to dislike him for whatever reason. Bradford looked away to watch what the elder would do though his blue eyes would look to Nugget once more to gauge her reaction.