The Wolvir Saga

The great-axe struck the leaping goblin in the ribs. The monster squealed, and blood splattered onto the wolvir’s black fur. The now lifeless body of the goblin was suspended in the air. The Wolvir could feel the weight of the corpse connected to his great-axe. But due to the wolvir’s muscles, the creature barely weighed anything whilst attached to his weapon. With a grunt, the wolvir jerked his great-axe to his side to throw the corpse off his weapon, and saw the body crash onto the field. Before he could get his bearings, a screech came to his left, he turned. Another goblin leapt toward the wolvir, a dagger flashed in its hand. The wolvir caught the goblin by the throat whilst it travelled midair. The Wolvir squeezed, adding enough pressure to **** the creature. It dropped its dagger. The Wilbur studied the goblin in his grasp. It was a short creature, with a protruding belly. Its skin coloured a sickly green and wore dirty rags to hide its modesty. It had pointed crudely shaped ears, not as long as elves, nor as majestic. Lastly, what the Wolvir noticed, was the goblins eyes a horrible mixture of yellow and black, which were now rolling into the back of its head, reacting to the tight grip on its neck. It gasped and choked as it tried helplessly to free the grasp of its adversary with its small hands from its throat.

Without further delay, the wolvir threw the creature to the ground, and placed his foot on the goblins chest, with enough **** to keep it trapped beneath him. The Wolvir then bring his great-axe above his head, and struck down-words to the goblins skull. A geyser of blood spouted out of the goblins head, further dirtying the wolvir’s beautiful black coat fur.

With the battle concluded, the wolvir took note of his surroundings. He was in a clearing that was surrounded by trees. A small campfire smouldered that the goblins had crafted in the epicentre of the clearing. Around the campfire were two more dead goblins that the Wolvir had killed quickly before the other two goblins had time to react. The bodies showed fatal wounds caused by his great-axe. Scanning the area around, the Wolvir listened intently to hear any other threat that may be near. He also gave a sniff to see if he could catch the scent of anything else. Save the chirping of birds and alone squirrel that skirted away beyond to the trees, the Wolvir relaxed himself and took his foot away from the goblin corpse under him.

He examined himself and was satisfied that he sustained no injuries during his fight. Only blood that had caked his fur, which disgusted him. He then brandished a hunting knife from a scabbard attached to his waist. The wolvir then began to slice off all the ears from the goblins. Once all collected, he wrapped them in a linen cloth and placed them in his satchel that hung off his shoulder.

The contract was completed. Four goblins slain, and their ears collected as proof, and as trophies for the adventurers guild. But before he could return, he wished to be rid of the blood and viscera that was upon him. The Wolvir knew of a waterfall that was only a mile away from here. So with great-axe in hand and his spoils. He made way to a beaten path from the clearing, into the woods and towards his next goal of taking a well deserved bathing.