From Humble Beginnings

There was a town several days travel away, host to all the fancy things of life, multi-story inns, bars packed to the gills, and a mansion overlooking it that screamed wealth! You spotted it on multiple occasions, some Lord and Lady decked out in finery, hosting parties up on the hill.

You wanted to break in right now and take everything you could, but...

The same thing that was driving you was also holding you back. Even one good haul from that mansion would no doubt give you one, if not two, level-ups. But you lacked the skills to get in and out reliably.

So it was that you wandered down the mountain, leaving behind all your belongings, which consisted of a bedroll that you stole some time ago. You knew there was a quaint village nearby, less than a day's travel and the comparatively small size should hopeful make it not only easier to scout out but pilfer their goods.

As you crossed the forest surrounding the mountain, you practiced your stealth skills, darting from tree shadow to tree shadow, pretending that someone was watching you. The various birds you spotted didn't look impressed.

'Dee Doo' You heard in the distance, curiosity overtaking you as you crept closer to the sound, spotting a clearing up ahead with muffled garbled murmuring audible.

'Dee Doo' there was that sound again as you reached the edge of the tree line and spotted the culprits.

You'd never known there was a goblin camp so close by, and judging from the size, or the previous size, they vastly outnumbered you... there had to be at least 30 here! Every house, er, hovel you could see was a pile of rubble and sticks, several goblins were surrounding one such mess, furious hitting it, so maybe this wasn't the goblin's camp, maybe there were just raiding it while the owners were away?

Regardless, you doubted they would appreciate your presence as you started to back away into the underbrush when you saw her.

"Again!" The female goblin ordered, different from the rest, not only in that the rest of them looked like someone took a carving knife to an avocado and left it in the sun for too long, but she was dressed in clothes that marked her as important.

Her tits were popping out of a tattered piece of leather armor, breeches pulled tightly against her with the help of a few bone pieces used like pins cut a delicious picture of the shortstack, and it made you lose focus as you retreated, a resounding 'crunch' echoing through the clearing as you tripped over a bush, breaking several sticks in the process.

Before you even had a chance to turn and run using Flee, you were surrounded by goblins holding daggers, a few even had makeshift bows pointed in your direction.