Hobgoblin chief pov


    As the chief of a small village of goblins he had evolved into a hobgoblin fighter. He had thought he was the strongest thing in the forest.


    Then a demon had arrived a black armoured Monster with a silver spear and a blue bird like creture that’s songs put his goblins to sleep.


    He had tried to attack but the demon had nearly twice his speed and that spear shot through his leather wolf armour. The one attack he had gotten in seemed not to faze the monster as if it didn’t feel pain .


    Pain shot up his leg as the ground lifted up to catch his face gently smashing his ugly face.


    - 49 hp


    The blue bird monster landed on his face she started to sing and vines rapped around the hobgoblins arms and legs. Her face looked away from his as she smiled and pointed at him. “Got the big one”


    A sliver spear shot into his forehead makeing the lights go out as the last message he would ever see popped up.


    [you died]


    Farm Guard povThis book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.


    [You have reached leval 3]


    [ statues opened as you are out of combat ]


    name Farm Guard


    titles monsters hunter /slaughter


    class crafter


    spices [ greater living scarecrow]


    level 3 [0/1300]


    Hp 210/210


    mp 180/180


    stam 160/60


    strength 21 + 2


    vitality 16


    dexterity 15


    agility 19 + 4


    inteligance 18


    wisdom 17+1


    [stat point] 1


    [skills]


    [Wepon building leval 3] % 78


    [crafting skill woodwork leval1]


    [crafting skill metalwork leval1]


    [crafting skill sharpen leval 1]


    [item appraisal leval 1]


    [ inhance leval 1] %18


    [Spear mastery level 12] % 23


    [wepon imbuement leval 3] % 76


    [aura leval 2] 99%


    [ spear skill thrust level 3 ]


    [aura shield level 1 ]


    [hatred of crows] leval n/a


    [Hand to hand combat] leval 2 89%


    [charge stab] leval 1 15%


    [blessings]


    Gift of life [ plus 2 to all stats] [ plus one skill points per leval]


    That last member of the village was the strongest but had still fallen easily. Looting the village had filled his bag with 34 silver and 6 copper and a staff that after being used to bludgeon the the goblin shamen that owend the staff was turned into a useful wepon that the scarecrow had disided to keep.


    Looking at the slowly burning village a slight bit of regret shook through him as he remembered the fire place he had hit with a aura bolt causing the fire to spray over the wooden houses. Tho it had fixed the problem of the goblins inside the houses.


    Looking at Hannah he shrugged and sent a message to say he was confused as what to do. Hannah smiled as she said “ let’s go to my home” she flew twords the trees the scarecrow running after his cloak flapping.