Goblin Brothers Part 23



Zyx was meditating and trying to commune with the spirits around him when he was dragged from his state by his brother’s screams.

“Zyx!” the call echoed through the hall. The young shaman heard his name but could not at first decide whether it was from the spiritual world or the physical.

Again Nyx screamed, “Zyx!” and this time, the small goblin knew it was his brother calling him and his eyes opened sharply, straining to adjust to the dancing light of the fire in the room.

“Zyx!” his brother’s screams roused him to his feet and he began to run towards the direction of the cries.

In only a few strides, Zyx caught sight of his brother. Nyx was dragging Kevnos with him and his eyes were filled with tears and mouth drooling as though he himself were poisoned by the centipede. Zyx saw immediately that there was something dramatically wrong.

Kevnos’ eyes were still wide open but red with blood and his mouth was sputtering saliva and foam as he coughed, choked and vomited, hanging to life with the last ounce of his constitution.

“Save him!” Nyx shouted at his brother who stood frozen in his steps by alarm. “He bit!”

“What bite him?” Zyx asked.

“Don’t know! Huge monster! Many legs! Fangs!” Nyx spat as he continued to drag his new friend to the throne room. Zyx brushed aside the fear that gripped him and grabbed one of Kevnos’ arms and together the brothers got their clan leader next to the large fire pit in the Sharpspear throne room.

Nyx crumpled to the ground next to the poisoned goblin and panted in raspy breaths; chest heaving.

Zyx stared at the dying goblin eyes wide. He turned left and right and as if hoping to find the answer as to what to do but there was no help around him. His heart began to beat faster and he breathed too quickly.

Nyx shouted, “Help him! Save like you do me!”

Zyx recalled the time his brother was badly hurt and he somehow reached out to him spiritually and healed him. The thought strengthened him and filled him with confidence. First he had to settle his self so he closed his eyes. It took all his effort, but Zyx managed to focus on his breathing and begin to slow it. Once he was in tune with his breath his heart followed and the physical world around him began to fade as he was increasingly sensitive to the spiritual one.

Immediately, Zyx could feel the pain Kevnos suffered as though it were his own and his screams shook him to the core. He tried to maintain his concentration through the agony and terror and reach out to the dying goblin. With intense effort Zyx managed to block out the distractions and find Kevnos’ spirit.

Kevnos was writhing on the ground, arms flailing about and screaming so loudly that it was difficult for Zyx to tolerate. Face contorted and muscles tense, the shaman clung to the spirit and tried to reach out.

“Calm! I here! I help you!” Nyx tried to say through his spirit. He had never actually spoken in this manner before, not to a spirit that was still connected to its physical form. He didn’t actually know if it was working or not. The words were thoughts in his mind and not actually verbal so it was a strange sensation.

Kevnos rolled into a ball and held his body with his own arms and sobbed, “I no want death! I feel slipping, falling.” He moaned and wailed some more while he rolled from side to side on the ground.

“How I help you? What make poison stop?” Zyx asked. The shaman could sense the poison but had no idea how to neutralize it. He was very aware of the pain and agony the goblin ranger was in. He tried to focus on that.

The pain rolled through Kevnos like waves of thunder coursing through his veins. Zyx could almost see it in his body. It rushed through him and was attacking his nervous system causing his nerves to fire uncontrollably and attempting to shut down his lungs and heart. The venom was moving quickly, that much Zyx knew. Time was short.

With Kevnos in so much pain, he was not much help to the shaman. Zyx decided to try to ease it. He concentrated on the agony. It in spirit it appeared as flashing light like the twinkling of stars but red and hot. He reached out and began to smother the lights with his hands as he stood over the huddled lump of goblin still screeching in misery.

The lights burned Zyx and he now felt their affliction but he continued to try to take them from Kevnos. Each one he touched burned him and seared his own spirit but after taking a number of them from Kevnos, the goblin ranger stopped writhing and merely laid still, sobbing, yet somewhat calmer.

“What you do?” Kevnos asked, eyes open wide, filled with tears, but looking through Zyx unable to process the spiritual world.

“I take your pain,” Zyx explained.


“I help you.”


“You our clan. How I stop poison? What I need do?”

“I have potion. I cure me.”


“Weapon room. It in gourd.”

Nyx sat up after recovering his breath and watched his brother in trance. He had no way of knowing what the mystical goblin was doing but he hoped it was somehow helping their new friend. As he sat and waited he saw that Kevnos’ body was growing pale and his breath was so shallow he could hardly see his chest rise or fall. He didn’t know a lot about venoms but he could tell that the goblin was near death. All he could do was wait.

When Zyx opened his eyes his vision was blurred and it took a second to get a sense of his environment once more.

“What happen?” shouted Nyx as he leapt to his feet. “He live?”

Zyx shook his head and snapped back into the physical world. “He dying. Need potion.”

“What that?”

“It in gourd.”

“What that?”

“Don’t know! Look in weapons! He dying,” Zyx finally shouted. Nyx didn’t hesitate and rushed to the weapons room and began tossing weapons and armor about looking for anything that might even appear like it would help cure a poison.

Zyx focused on his breathing as his head spun and he battled to stay upright. His body still burned and he squinted his eyes and tried to endure the wave of searing pain he absorbed from the dying goblin. Kevnos’ body was still. His eyes were cloudy and lifeless. His mouth and face covered in foam. A faint raspy breath struggled from and back into his lungs.

Nyx found a collection of gourds in a corner. He froze and considered them for a moment then peered in. Each contained a fluid. Nyx tried to figure out whether this was what he needed. He decided that since the venom was a liquid then the cure would also be a liquid. It was reasonable enough. Since he had no idea which was the one he needed, he grabbed half a dozen of them in his arms and then rushed back to his dying friend.

“Which one?” Nyx blurted as he looked at the various colored liquids in random colored gourds.

“No know.”

Nyx considered them for a moment and then picked one up and dumped it into Kevnos’ open mouth. Much of it spilled all over and soaked the ground. He paused a moment and then when nothing changed he began pouring another, then another and another. With the fifth one Kevnos groaned.

The boys stood over their sick friend and waited. Kevnos blinked his eyes and milky tears ran down his face. He began to choke and foul fluid spat out with each cough. The brothers stepped back mostly out of fear and confusion.

Kevnos rolled to his side and vomited. He gripped at the ground and cried out. His eyes focused enough to sense that he was still alive and upon looking at the mess of empty gourds around him, pointed at a greenish one and whispered, “This. Bring me more.”

Nyx understood the request and dashed back into the weapons room, found another two gourds that looked similar and ran back to their goblin king. He held one out to Kevnos. The sick goblin crawled to sit half upright, gripping his abdomen as he winced with every motion. He held out a hand once he was seated and Nyx placed a gourd in it. Kevnos strained to lift it to his mouth but once there, began to sip some of the fluid contained within.

“You save me. I live,” the Sharpspear king whispered. The brothers cheered and hopped about to celebrate.

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TBT: Goblin Bros Part 1

Started the story nearly 3 years ago. Hoping to finish it this year. If you like it, check it out on its own page on this blog!

In a deep dark cave far away from the eyes of civilization live creatures that no one cares to acknowledge let alone meet. They are monsters, they are nightmares, they are goblins. Hideous and cruel the lurk in shadows, steal and maim and murder all they can. They abide by a different set of rules than the civilizations of the realms. Even evil creatures such as dark elves have order; no, goblins are ruled by chaos. They survive only if they are strong enough and if they are not they are devoured by the very clan that birthed them; stripped of all they possess and forgotten as quickly as the sun sets beyond the mountains. Goblins are despised a reviled creatures; unloved and unwanted. Theirs is a frightening world.

As the flicker of flame from torches danced a hypnotizing dace two goblin whelps crawled along the cave searching for food. Their tummies growled as they often did and already they learned the first lesson of goblin life. Food is always difficult to come by and you will never cease searching for it. While the stomach may rule many creatures and all beings must eat to survive, the goblin is driven by it in a way that is difficult to understand. These two whelps, brothers they were, crept together in search of it as they had a hundred times before and would thousands of times after.

The deep caves of the world were not abundant in food. In pools of water there were sometimes slimy creatures that one could consume, mushrooms were common as well as some insects and bats, but none of these would be considered food by sophisticated beings. Only the creepy crawlers of the dark would consider them edible. That was the life of a goblin.

The boys stuck their hands in cracks in the rocks trying to discover a grub or a beetle of some sort, or if there were very lucky they could find a rodent. For quite some time they explored and searched unsuccessfully; pushing and shoving each other as they did. Yet, their stomachs continued to growl and their temperaments worsened.

At last a glow beckoned from ahead. They ducked down behind some stone when they first noticed it and clung to one another, but the glow did not harm them and so their ears perked up and they chose to follow it.

The light shone from some place much further than they anticipated and their keen eyes noticed it far before their other senses caught up. As they neared a tapping sound was added to the mystery. The goblin boys looked at each other blankly for help or reassurance but found none. There was no other option but to follow the light and the tapping and learn their origin.

With soft, light feet the boys slinked towards the light and the tapping, which they had never quite heard before, when an even stranger sound joined the tapping. It sounded like a creature but they never heard such a sound. It vaguely resembled the sound some of the goblins made when they were very much drunk from cave wine but those were typically unpleasant sounds while these were something harmonious, something happy. Harmonious and happy were entirely foreign concepts to the goblin brothers and they could not make sense of it whatsoever.

The sounds of the tapping turned to clanging and yet it was the humming that pierced their ears and their hearts. The boys crawled, knowing they were very close, and as they slipped into the shadows of a hallway they nearly tripped over themselves as they found a lone dwarf mining away in this section of the cave.

The boys dove behind more stone and huddled together limbs shaking and lips quivering. For several long minutes they remained, clinging to each other awaiting certain death. Yet death did not seem interested in the boys. As the fog of fear lifted slightly the sound of the dwarf humming eased their spirits. Their hearts slowed and they loosened their grip on each other enough to peer over the stone and study the dwarf.

Their eyes widened as they watched a grey haired sturdy dwarf dressed in leather and swinging and iron pickax and humming. He didn’t notice the boys as far as they could tell. The dwarf swung his ax heavily against the stone then inspected the result of his blow then struck again, all the while humming a steady tune. Behind him a few feet away there was a leather pack large enough for both the boys to fit inside if they wanted to stow away to where ever this dwarf lived, though the thought never occurred to them as the grumbling of their tummies interrupted their enjoyment of the hypnotic tune and their keen noses alerted them that there was some dried meat in the pack along with ale. This was the prize they sought.

The boys looked to each other and knew they would try to steal the dwarf’s pack, or at least what was inside. Without the benefit of a plan they pressed themselves to the cold stone floor of the cave, their loose loin cloths leaving them exposed to the coldness of the stone and its jagged edges but they learned long before to ignore both. They were life.

Like snakes along the floor they slithered to the pack, the dwarf intently mining for a gem which caught the boys’ eyes. It glimmered from the dark stone surrounding it and the light from the dwarf’s torch reflected from one of its finer edges. Distracted for only a moment the scent of food kept them focused enough and soon they found themselves upon the pack.

A drawstring was tied round it securing it from the boys, but one of the brothers pulled a bone dagger from his waistband and began sawing the string. The dwarf still did not notice the boys as he hammered away at the stone and hummed his song. At last the string was cut and the boys reached in and quickly found the food they longed for. As they did so however at last the old dwarf turned and saw the boys.

“You filthy buggers!” he roared and kicked at the two whelps catching one on the back side and sending him toppling end over end before crashing against the stone wall. The
The other raised his bone dagger to threaten the dwarf but with pickax in hand a mighty swing sent the puny goblin ducking and scampering away for cover. Both goblins quickly fled running on all fours like monkeys they never looked back but shrieked and tripped and crashed their way from the dwarf.

The old dwarf cursed at them but was in no mood and no shape to chase a pair of goblin whelps so he gave up pursuit before it even began.

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Goblin Brothers Part 22


Over the next few days, Kevnos continued to teach Nyx more about hunting, trapping and tracking. Zyx did not care for the tasks and so he chose not to participate. Not only did he not enjoy the physical exertion that was necessary to keep up with their ranger leader, but he did not enjoy learning about the skills that Kevnos had mastered. He was preoccupied with the whispers in his mind that whirled all about him like a breeze that he could not catch.

Not about to tolerate laziness and lethargy in his new tribe members, Kevnos gave Zyx the task of preparing the fire and cooking. Zyx was not especially thrilled to be the cook, but he learned the basic task from Kevnos quickly and he soon was proficient in skinning and cooking the beasts that Nyx and their new goblin king captured or killed on their daily trips through the caves around the Sharpspear town.

This new job gave Zyx a chance to get to know the anatomy and more important the spirits of the beasts he had the opportunity to handle. Zyx did not know it yet, but all living creatures have a spirit of sorts. Some are stronger than others, but all have one. Even plant life has a spirit, though many times it is called an aura. These are not typically the focus of priests, shamans or clerics but the druids and often even the rangers of the world are sensitive to the spirits and energies of plants. The Deep had very little plant life with no light to enjoy so Zyx had no chance to feel flora energy.

Even though the beasts Kevnos and Nyx brought to Zyx were already dead, he could still feel their spirit. He even noticed that it felt as though the animal spirits were fading the further they got from life. It was as though the spirit clung to the physical form for a time and gradually separated from the corporeal world. The young goblin was eager to receive new beasts to prepare for their meals every day so he could interact with their spirits.

The process Zyx used was very rudimentary. With no training and no real knowledge he could only learn through experience and trial and error. He knew that closing his eyes to the physical world helped focus his spirit sensitivity so he often spent time with his hands hovering over the animals and his eyes gently closed. He body relaxed and his breath slowed and then his ability to feel the auras of the beasts grew. He did not learn much from these experiences as the spirits of the animals did not speak to them, but he could feel what they felt. Mostly there was a sense of disappointment and pain in the spirits he sensed. Zyx learned that the animals caught in Kevnos’ traps and with his arrows and spear were afraid of dying. Their own death confused them and they clung to their physical bodies as long as they could. Zyx wondered if a spirit could be reunited with its body but had no idea how to explore that question.

Another bit of wisdom that Zyx gleaned from his new job as clan chef was that even the bones of the beasts contained some of their essence. With the Sharpspear clan eating like kings, there were many bones left over when their meals were completed. When Zyx was cleaning and disposing of these bones he could feel energy in them when he held them in his hands. The larger the bone the more energy was contained within. He found the blood as well held energy of the creature that created it.

Zyx experimented with these bones while his brother and Kevnos were hunting and trapping. He used the totem he stole from Nakbor during the skirmish far in the distance back at clan Trickyfoot to compare the energy. Zyx could feel very strongly the energy from the totem and it certainly empowered him to strengthen his spirit and focus his own energy. The bones from their meals were much less powerful. Zyx could not sense much with them beyond the animal’s own existence. He figured that the more powerful and strong the animal, the stronger the energy in its bones and blood.

Back out in the caverns and caves surrounding Sharpspear Clan, Kevnos was busy teaching Nyx all he knew. The pair were filled with energy as they roamed together in the Deep. Kevnos was eager to show the whelp all about the world of a goblin hunter. They worked with their spears early on being one of the simplest weapons they could train with.

Kevnos showed Nyx how to thrust, slash, parry, block and all sorts of other maneuvers with the spear. Nyx internalized the moves easily. His balance and strength was already sound for a whelp his age and he was growing even stronger with the solid diet he was now on with the abundance of food they caught. When not searching for prey, they practiced basic sparing.

Besides the spear, the goblins practiced with their short bows. They were small, given the goblins’ relatively short stature, and did not have great range, but they fired an arrow with decent velocity and they were effective in the narrow and low caves of the goblin world. With this weapon too, Nyx was proficient quickly. He was already comfortable with the weapon, having found one earlier, but with the ranger’s training, he became quite accurate and deadly with one. That skill would soon be put to the test.

One day, while Kevnos and Nyx patrolled the caves around the Sharpspear clan, Kevnos halted his protégé with a hand signal. Nyx froze in his steps and immediately drew and arrow and notched it in his bow, quickly scanning their surroundings. Nyx saw no threat, but Kevnos studied the tracks intently and eventually pointed to them.

Nyx looked with eye squinted but the tracks appeared to be little more than some light scratches on the cave floor. When Kevnos looked up at him, the young goblin merely shrugged.

“Cave centipede,” the hunter whispered. Nyx didn’t really know what that meant. His ignorance did not allow him to be afraid. If anything, he was curious.

Kevnos studied the tracks for a long minute then decided they should had back in the direction they came. They turned and silently began back towards the clan village but they had already been detected.

From a crack in the cave ceiling, a clicking suddenly began like the sound of rain on glass. Nyx looked about trying to find from which direction the sound was coming but it was undetectable to him. The clicks echoed off the cave walls and through the stone and Nyx continued to spin about trying to find a target, bow readied.

Kevnos was more experienced and knew precisely which direction the sound came from. He readied his spear, pointed at a crack above him as the sound neared. The hunter looked back however, in a moment of strange concern for another goblin, Kevnos looked back.

“Whelp!” he shouted, “Run!”

Nyx looked at his mentor just as huge long antennae came poking through the crack followed by legs, fangs and many more legs.

The centipede bolted through the crack like lightning, legs cracking against the stone, mouth wide, ready to attack and kill the goblin hunter.

Kevnos got his spear up in time but the centipede knocked it to the side with a swing of hard sharp legs and lunged at him. The ranger dove to the side with the spear and barely managed to avoid a quick bite from the beast.

Nyx shrieked and loosed an arrow at the attacker but it struck a hard tergite, a hard plate that protects the centipede’s body, and fell harmlessly to the floor.  He shouted a primal bellow and fired again and again as Kevnos scrambled away from the beast. One arrow finally hit the soft tissue as two plates separated and the creature cried out in pain and swung its head to face Nyx.

The young goblin stepped back when he saw the large fangs dripping with venom and the hungry mouth waiting for soft goblin flesh, but his mentor would not let the beast feast on him.

Kevnos hopped to his feet and threw his spear at the monster hitting it near its head and burying the weapon deep in his body. Once more a scream like scrapping rock echoed through the halls and the centipede turned back to his first, and larger, target.

Kevnos gripped his bow and drew an arrow but was not quick enough to escape the many legs of their attacker which was on him before he could get his weapon up. The centipede toppled Kevnos to the ground and buried his fangs into the ranger who yelped as his eyes went wide and his face contorted in agony.

Nyx, seeing the attack, gripped his spear and sprinted toward the centipede. He leapt over the beast’s body and then drove his spear into a spot just under his head plate, deep into his brain. It made no sound except for the clanging of its hard exoskeleton as it collapsed lifelessly to the cave floor.

Nyx rolled from the beast’s back and pulled his mentor from under it.

“King! No die! I kill it!” he cried, but already Kevnos’s eyes were rolled back and foam spat from his throat and mouth. The venom rushed through his veins seeking to smother the life from his body.



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Goblin Brothers Part 21


The tiny goblin tribe ate well that night. They danced around a bon fire as if they were celebrating a mighty victory, spears in hand and shrieks of joy filled the stone halls of the Sharpspear tribe.  Bellies filled with meat and hearts filled with joy, though the emotion was strange to them, they slept well.

Kevnos was up early and roused the brothers with an enthusiasm of puppy. The brothers looked to one another and then back to their new tribe chief.

“Come! Kevnos teach you!” the ranger encouraged.

“What you teach us?” Nyx wondered.

“I teach you be hunter, trapper, I teach you survive,” he beamed.

The brothers nodded though their new friend’s energy was a little overwhelming for them. They gathered their things and prepared to follow their new trainer.

“We go on rounds,” explained Kevnos, “We check traps. We search tracks. Must learn be silent. Lots creatures here in caves. Many bad. Orcs bad. Elves bad. Very dangerous. All hate goblins. All kill us. Must learn kill first.” The brothers search each other for a sense of what their new friend was talking about but neither showed any sense that they had any answers. They were still very young and very naive. The only lessons they learned from their time with Trickyfoots were out of survival and necessity. No one had ever trained them. They didn’t even know the meaning of the word. In fact, goblins didn’t so much train as they did torture one another into crueler and more vicious ways. This would be different.

Kevnos tossed the boys a spear each and a bow with quiver. Nyx slung the bow quiver like it as natural then gripped the spear tightly as if ready to strike. Zyx on the other hand, fumbled with all of it. Watching his brother, he managed to mirror what he was doing but none of the equipment felt comfortable. With the spear in one hand, the budding shaman picked up the totem. That implement felt perfectly comfortable and Zyx could feel the energy contained within. It was like whispers from the souls that helped build it encouraging him and filling him with power.

“Come!” Kevnos ordered, “Follow Kevnos!”

The Sharpspear king bounded out of the throne room and began navigating through the ruined goblin town. They passed endless ruins and rubble. Nyx kept pace with the hunter and mimicked his movements while Zyx, with difficulty, followed. His totem seemed to vibrate in his hand and the whispers increased, though, he could not decipher what they were saying. They were like many voices at once that just sounded like white noise. So many whispers made a wind in his mind.

The group made it to the edge of the goblin town where hewn and formed stone became rough rock. Kevnos stopped to teach his new protegees.

“From here we move silent. Stay on toes, less noise. Crouch and step light,” the goblin ranger explained. The boys nodded.

Nyx had no issue stepping on his toes and traveling silently, his brother however, struggled. Zyx did not balance well and his steps were hardly quieter than they had been before he tried to step lightly. His gear seemed heavy to him even though it didn’t weigh much.

Kevnos glared back at the smaller, weaker brother several times and even hissed, “Quiet! You loud!”

The ranger led the boys to a trap down the length of the cave. It was a simple design, just some leather skins with dirt to disguise the hole. Nothing had fallen in the trap, so they continued on. There was a labyrinth of caves that the boys could not track, but Kevnos had no problems whatsoever. He knew where he was at all times and the caverns and caves were as familiar to him as the spear in his hand.

The group traveled through the caverns and checked multiple traps. At last they came upon one which had captured and killed a large lizard.

“Cave lizard!” Kevnos smiled. “Very tasty!”

The ranger used his spear to pry the reptile from the spikes at the bottom of his trap and with Nyx helping his new teacher, they pulled the catch up from the hole. The pair carried the lizard together while Zyx followed them.

“Easy carry, two goblins!” Kevnos laughed. “I carry all myself. Good with more.”

Nyx beemed at his teacher’s praise. Zyx just trudged behind them.

They returned to the throne room to drop off their meal and then headed back out to search more traps. The day continued like that. Kevnos occasionally stopped to explain some trick or tip about survival. Mostly the lessons of the day were about trapping. Kevnos was very clever at trapping. There were different styles and manner of traps to suite different prey. Kevnos taught them about the various creatures that roamed the caves of the “deep,” as the ranger called it. He described the various subterranean animals and which ones were best to eat. Nyx ate up every word, but Zyx had no appetite for it.

Zyx continued to have difficulty keeping pace and the more athletic pair but his spirit was sensitive to a great many things as they traveled. He found the whispers much louder in the destroyed village and very quiet beyond that. That was much more interesting to the small goblin than trapping and wild beasts in the deep. At last Kevnos had a story that interested Zyx.

“This path,” began the ranger, “it lead to the open.”

“The open?” Zyx asked.

“The open a place outside mountain. Cave leads to the open. I been there.”

“What open like?” wondered the whelp.

“It big. It bright. It feel unsafe. No hole to hide. Many beasts. I went on raid one time to open. We attack when no light. We attack village. They have many shiny things. We take them.”

“Do you go there?”

“No. It not safe in the open. Not for one goblin. Whole clan must go.”

Zyx wanted to know more about the open but Kevnos stopped them. “Tracks!” he exclaimed.

The boys stopped at looked but they could not see anything. Kevnos leaned over on all floors and looked closely at the cave floor. “Fresh.”

“What it?” Nyx inquired.

“Look like goblin track. Many goblin.”

Zyx’s eyes widened and he looked behind him and glared down the corridor. He saw nothing. Nyx raised his spear and also spun about as though an attack was imminent. Kevnos studied the tracks intently and traced them with his fingers in a few places before declaring that the goblins who made the tracks went away from them.

“I no see goblin tracks long time,” Kevnos explained calmly. “Maybe other Sharpspear live!”

Kevnos continued to study the tracks and began to follow them. Nyx followed directly on his heels, but Zyx plopped on his rear and gripped the totem tightly. He closed his eyes and concentrated.

The whispers were quiet. Zyx breathed deeply in and tried to sense the air around him. A feeling of warmth washed over him and he could feel the would around him beyond the visual. The footprints on the ground glowed. Zyx tried to focus on the footprints and the beings that made them. Slowly, the image of goblins appeared to him. They were fuzzy and Zyx couldn’t make out much about them at all. Then suddenly an image of a giant rat leapt out screaming at him with claws outstretched and sharp teeth bared.

The small goblin screamed, “No!” Eyes wide as he jumped to his feet. “We need leave.”

Kevnos and Nyx froze in their tracks and turned to stare at their companion.

“What wrong brother?” asked Nyx.

“These goblins no good. We need leave. Back to village.”

The pair studied the little goblin and could see the fear on his face. Nyx knew enough to heed his brother’s warning.

“We do what Zyx say. We go back.”

Kevnos paused but when Nyx moved to his brother’s side, he decided to do what they said and they quickly made their way back to the goblin town and worked on preparing the prey they recovered from Kevnos’ traps.

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Sunday’s are for Writing

If you haven’t noticed, I’ve been doing a lot of writing lately. Since publishing The Sureshot Rises I’ve been re-energized and motivated to do more of it. I’m working on editing the finished draft of Sureshot the Assassin, the sequel, and several other projects as usual.

One of the projects I’m working on is my Goblin story that started a couple years ago. I figure in order to keep up the idea of being a writer, I need to publish something once a year. I gave myself the best possible chance by publishing in January. Not sure if I want to publish Sureshot 2 right away or wait and publish something else first, so, in the meantime I’ll keep writing.

Last week I finally jumped back on my Goblin Brother’s story, which you can check out on its own page. It was a pain in the butt because I hadn’t written a word of it for over six months. I do that to myself all the time. Finishing Sureshot 3 is going to suck, I haven’t written a word of it for about five years. It meant reading through the whole story again and then figuring out where I want to go with it. Good news is, if I fall off the wagon I completed a detailed outline finally so that I can get back on track easily. Its a fun story to write and I think readers will like it too. With that, I’m going to get to it. Cheers!

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