Fanira's lair

I still had to flee to another land to a lair of my own. It wasn't easy finding something that was not already taken but I persevered and after a few weeks, I found a really good lair. It was a large mountain in the forest containing a fairly extensive cave complex.

There were also plenty of animals running round the forest itself and even human villages that are a short flight away.

The lair itself was already occupied by goblins but since they only had ineffectual spears, I just flew and slaughtered two of them. The other goblins backed off as I took a look round the cave. It was defensible and spacious another for a good amount of treasure.

"I am the new ruler of this cave." I said. "You goblins all serve me now."

The goblins all immediately knelt down on one knee, acknowledging me as their eternal sovereign and overlord.

I explored the cave further to find some fighting pits. The goblin chieftain was sat on his little throne, watching as goblin children would fight to the **** for his amusement. I guess this guy was gonna be my lieutenant. My first order of business was to forbid the fighting pits. My goblins do not have my permission to needlessly kill themselves. I want to keep as many minions alive as possible.

"How dare you fritter away the lives of my minions for your entertainment!"

The chieftain stuttered. "Your... minions?! You dare to-!?" He fell silent once he noticed I was a big fire breathing dragon. "My apologises, great dragon. I meant no offence but our traditions demand that young goblins see bloodshed to learn bravery." He cowered.

"You want them to see bloodshed?" I smiled cruelly.

I showed the little goblins some bloodshed by eating their chief. Means I need a new lieutenant now.

"Who was his second in command?" I asked.

A goblin stepped forward. "That would be me. I will shut down the fighting pits immediately. Truth to told, the traditions were just an excuse for him to get off on killing children." he said.

"You will be my lieutenant." I said.

The goblin accepted my offer. I let him keep the throne since it was too small for even my human form to sit on. I'd much rather sleep on a pile of gold anyway. I'm a dragon, its what we do.

The goblins themselves had enough sense to give me their best treasure and almost their finest foods.

The very best was burned on an altar to their goblin god. I let that slide, knowing not to piss off the gods and as long as the goblins are loyal to me, I don't care if they worship a unicorn covered with polka dots. I wouldn't have been able to maintain the loyalty of my goblin minions if I forbad worship of their god either.