Goblin' deez nuts

You fly over the trees, not quite sure where you're going, but you do your best to go in a straight line so you know where Riverbend is. You spend some time scouting before you spot that the forest seems to become denser, with more and taller trees filling the surroundings a ways ahead of you. Why didn't Carnachias tell me where these tribes even are...I'm just heading due we- Your thoughts are interrupted by what appears to be a small clearing in the trees. It's not much to go on, but it's more interesting than what you've seen so far, so you decide to drop down nearby for a closer look. You've gotten a lot better at your landings, enough so that you can land through the trees without much worry.

Folding your wings behind your back, you draw your sword, preparing for possible ambush. As you sneak toward the clearing, you hear some quick, nasally speech, but are unable to determine what's being said. You move closer to the sound coming from the clearing, spotting several lookout points attached to the trees, camouflaged (poorly) by a bunch of leaves. One of them has a small green person in it, looking around into the forest, but not spotting you, yet. Thinking you want to keep as many goblins alive as possible, instead of a light or dark elemental bolt, you conjure an earth one, lifting up a chunk of rock and launching it to the goblin before you're spotted.

The goblin nearly ragdolls in their scout nest. Using God's Eye, you confirm you didn't kill them and continue sneaking forward. You're unsure why there's only one lookout when there are clearly more places for lookouts to be, but you're not going to look a gift horse in the mouth right now. As you get closer, you find rudimentary tents using branches and furs leaned up against trees, with a couple dozen goblins doing various tasks in between them, such as sharpening sticks and tanning hides. Fortunately, some of them seem to be the shortstack goblins that porn from Earth make them out to be. Unfortunately, you only spot a few of them compared to the tens of ugly, fearsome goblins that make up the camp.

Very primitive stuff. All they've got is stone, so I should be fine. You take another look around the camp before you notice a much larger goblin seeming to plow into a female, smaller goblin sitting on his lap. The 'boss' seems to be around your size, or at least human-sized (you've noticed you're taller than all the humans you've come across so far, at least in your true form), but all the others get to your waist, if that. Relatively confident in your capabilities, and if nothing else your ability to outrun them, you walk up to the center of camp, with several goblins shouting in a language you don't understand.

They come at you, thrusting with spears and daggers made of sticks and stones. They're clearly untrained, relying on swarm mechanics to try to overwhelm you. Since they're so weak compared to yourself, you decide to experiment, using your wings to fling away the smaller enemies in broad strokes, their stone weapons seemingly deflecting off your feathers. You take your time slashing through the small green people in front of you as you make your way to the one who's supposedly their chief.

He cums, spasming a bit before he lifts up the goblin woman and tossing her to the side, semen still dripping out of his average-sized member. "You not with other tribes." His speech is broken, but the message gets across. "Why here?"

There seems to be a lull in the goblins' **** on you. "This," you gesture to the entire camp of goblins, "mine." You pat your chest with your free hand.

His already angry face becomes enraged, and he picks up a spiked club next to him, recklessly rushing forward and swinging it at you. You sidestep and through God's Eye, determine that he actually has a level in Fighter, but know it won't do him much good against you, considering how easily you were able to defeat Camilla when you tried. He swings again, this time being stopped by your sword. His attack is strong, but that's all it is. Even blindfolded, Cap could beat him.

You beat him away with both wings before launching a dark bolt at him. The darkness encapsulates him, beating him back further and into a couple of his subordinates. You know that should kill him, but you launch another bolt just in case. I'd prefer not to have a guy fall in love with me... While Aphroditism can be useful, you mostly picked it to get the Demon King (among others) to like you once you beat her... and maybe even more than that. You shake your head. That's a ways off, so I should be a bit more careful before then. The remaining goblins around you seem to quiver, barely pointing their weapons at you.

You shout to all of them. "Can any of you speak with me?" You sheath your sword, not seeing any need for it with the few remaining conscious goblins shaking in their figurative boots.

Behind you, you hear a soft, only slightly annoying voice. "I-I can." You turn, finding the goblin the chief had tossed aside to face you raising her hand. You notice now that she's smaller than even the other regular goblins around as she stands on shaky legs.

You walk over and kneel in front of her to get her closer to eye level. "How well can you speak my language?" You blink, surprised as God's Eye reveals she actually has four levels of Ranger, with Lore of Men being one of her traits.

"I-I can speak it really good, I think." Her fists are clenched at her sides in an attempt to stop her shaking.

You set a hand on her shoulder. "I'm going to need your help, okay? I can't speak to goblins normally, so I need you to translate for me."

She nods frightfully. "I-I can do that, sir!"

You shake your head. "I need you to calm down, first. Let's take deep breaths, okay? In...and out...and in...and out... I don't want to hurt you or anyone else here more than necessary."

She follows your breathing prompts, and even continues after, which does seem to calm her down a bit. "O-okay sir. Sorry, sir."

"And you don't have to call me sir. I'm Dusk. What's your name?"

"Cocksleeve, si-, Dusk." She blushes, her green cheeks turning an odd shade of brown.

You blink. She said it with a completely straight face (as far as you can tell for a goblin), so you don't doubt that that's what the others call her, but it's still harsh. "Okay, that's a terrible name, and we're gonna get you a new one. But for now, let's get the rest of the goblins together, okay?" Why in the world was the one who's arguably the most useful and maybe even strongest person in the tribe reduced to a cocksleeve, in both occupation and name?

She nervously shouts something in her native tongue, and while the other goblins look to each other at first, once you gesture for them to come closer, they hurriedly and fearfully approach. Cocksleeve... I'm definitely changing her name... looks to you for instruction.

With a bit of time, you communicate to the goblins that you're their new chief, and that you plan to conquer the other goblin tribes in the area as well. That earns a roar of approval from the goblins present, enough to rouse some of the others that you knocked out in the earlier fight. As a last order, you tell the goblins to tend to their wounded and spread the word of your conquest.

"Not you," you grab Cocksleeve by her shoulder as she begins walking off, "we're gonna have a bit of a chat."