Well Duh.

The cheiftess certainly made a... Persuasive argument. It wouldn't really cost you anything to help out the goblins, and for what they were offering in return...

"Well" you say aloud "I guess it wouldn't hurt to try. And" you add with a predatory grin "Far be it for me to refuse your.... Gratitude"

You set down the carcass and walked towards the pile of building materials, the gobliness seemingly glued to your side. You crouch down in front of the pile and use the opportunity to twitch aside your loincloth, revealing your erection. It was quite a respectable package; 7 inches long, an inch and a half around and flared at the tip, your gobliness licked her lips at the sight of it.

"Oooh! Big Horn lives up to name" she exclaimed before beginning to service you. The sensation of her tongue as it rolled across the edge of your tip was indescribable. You grunted as she went to work, barely restraining the urge to just grab her and fuck her. You held out your hand and one of the goblins gave the hammer the chieftess had been using. Thus prepared, and urged on by the gobliness beneath you, slowly teasing you with her tongue, you examined the resource pile.

Pine wood X 20 (common)

A pale, easily harvested wood. Cheap and plentiful, It has many uses, from building to firewood, though the latter is more common due to it's softness.

Well you supposed that was to be expected. It was nice to know that things you'd already perceived stayed perceived, at least.

Stone X 5 (common) ????

That was new. You looked closer and the pop up obligingly expanded. You didn't notice the grunt of surprise this provoked from the watching goblins, though they didn't interrupt.

Stone X 5 (common)
The most basic resource, it is often used in buildings and occasionally in weapons or tools. Cheap and plentiful.

Well that told you nothing. There was also a small pile of what you really hoped was mud, and decided not to examine too closely. The gobliness was beginning to slow down at your lack of progress, so you experimentally taped the pile with the hammer, receiving the now familiar pop up and progress bar.

Crafting: Goblin hut
Skill penalty, Tool bonus, Dexterity bonus

A transparent image of what you were building also appeared over the resource pile, (it looks a bit like this) which didn't surprise you as much as it probably should have. That probably had something to do with the renewed enthusiasm of the distraction between your legs. You swing again and again, urging the gobliness on with your other hand on the back of her head. The progress bar filled quickly from your frantic swings. Your gobliness had her face buried in your balls, getting drunk off your musk. The goblins around you were obviously getting in the mood from the show you were putting on, some of them began pairing off and fucking in the middle of the clearing.

Your release approached as the progress bar filled when

DEE-OOH

You hear back in surprise at the noise, even as the wanton strumpet underneath you pulls herself out of her sex daze. She looks at you with confusion anger and disappointment. "Why music? Why no hut? Why you fail?!" You look around in confusion as the orgy grinds to a halt and the gobliness gets up and glares at you. you notice a pop up floating behind her head

You have not claimed this land, you cannot build here. To claim land, find a Claimant Crystal

You wonder why the hell the goblins didn't get the message.... Then you remember the comments about "squiggles". Of course goblins can't read, otherwise life would be too easy, wouldn't it? You look at the gobliness and point to the pop up. "According to that, we" you deliberately use the plural pronoun "failed because we haven't 'claimed the land'"

The chieftess' face goes through various phases of confusion, frustration, and desperation before saying " but goblin always live here. This goblin home." There was a plaintive tone to the last word, showing just how close she was to the breaking point. But you didn't have the answer she was... Wait. You looked at the pop-up again, then started to think. Claimant Crystal. Where had you heard that recently? Then you remembered: the update notes!

But how can I see them? You thought wildly. You knew that the adventures could check the update notes as they liked but you weren't an adventurer. Then again, it seemed that you could do quite a few things you thought were reserved for adventures. You concentrated on the update notes and, sure enough, a pop up appeared. That same vast wall of text, and at the first bullet point, exactly what you were looking for

Claimant Crystals no longer drop from unique bosses, you will get one automatically at level 3

If this update was geared towards players, then that meant that all you had to do was kill a level three adventurer. That was easier said than done, but still....

You were broken out of your thoughts by the gobliness saying "What Big Horn doing? How you make big floaty?" You look down at the gobliness and then up at the watching crowd. The goblins looked at you with a mixture of surprise, frustration and awe on their faces. You noticed that most of them seem thin and ****. You look back down at the cheiftess and make a decision.

"I think I may know how to get your home back" you stated. That simple statement lead to a flood of questions from the crowd, one which was abruptly cut off by the gobliness putting two fingers in her mouth and letting out a shrill whistle.

She turned to you and said simply "Explain"

You take a moment to order your thoughts, then begin. " According to that" you indicated the resource pile "the land can be claimed with something called a claimant crystal. According to this" you indicated the still open update log "adventurers get claimant crystals when they reach level three. Therefore, if we want to build, we need to claim the land. If we want to claim the land, we need a claimant crystal. If we want a claimant crystal, we need to kill an adventurer who has just reached level three"

You weren't sure what you were expecting from the goblins in response to your declaration. It certainly wasn't the response you got, however. A collective groan rose from the crowd, and some of the goblins slumped dejectedly to the ground. "Then it hopeless" the chieftess said. "Goblin never get home back."

This was... confusing. Adventurers were strong yes, but not that strong. You'd managed to kill one or two yourself, and you were far from the strongest mob around. You'd usually had the advantage of surprise, yes, but still. "Why do you act so defeated? Adventurers are strong, sure, but they're not invincible."

The gobliness looked up at you in disgust. "No difference. Goblin may kill one, maybe even two, but they always pre-pear-duh" She sounded out the word carefully "And never alone! Always in groups, always watching back. Or if alone" at this point she shuddered "too strong. Goblin no win."

Now you understood. This village was far enough away from the nearest town that few adventurers came here, and the ones who did were likely here to destroy the village. The tribe was also strong enough that it would require a party to clear, unless someone was massively over-leveled for it (such as the charming fellow who fed you your own legs a while back). However, it was also weak enough that any moderately serious party wouldn't have much trouble. So the goblin's only experience with adventurers was when someone came to kill them, and won handily. This... This would pose a problem.