With the fear and respect they rightfully should hold for me.

As you finish speaking, silence stretches out through the room as the goblins gathered look at each other, to you and to the corpse already cooling on the ground. They all seem to ponder the situation (or as much as they can ponder anything) and try to think things through. Eventually, though, they all seem to collectively come to the only conclusion that makes sense, given the situation.

"Minion. Minion! MINION!", comes the chant of your name from the goblins, sparsely at first from a few until it picks up and, finally, the entire room is chanting your name. Goblin voices, male and female, rise as one to cheer out for their new leader as they all know that your strength is not to be questioned.

You nod as you move over to the "throne" that Rizlyx had crafted from scraps of other furniture and, with a roar, you slam your hammer into it. The makeshift chair comes apart like a matchstick tower under your onslaught as you destroy the last symbol of Rizlyx's rule. You smash the throne to splinters and then you turn towards the still chanting goblins and lift your hammer into the air, the goblins all howling and cheering out as you do so. They know who their leader is now. That is clear.

After the group of goblins has settled down, you start dividing out tasks to groups of them. Some are set to clean the room, to dispose of the filth and debris that litters it (including Rizlyx's corpse). Others are told to gather up weapons and start maintenance on them so that they will be ready for when you run them through drills. And others are instructed on what to expect from now on, told to make sure goblins maintain discipline and do not run wild again. You tell them all to dress themselves (though most only have loincloths of leather by way of clothing) and to keep from falling into their animal urges. They grumble about this, but you brandish your hammer and bare your teeth at them to keep them in line.

You know that straightening up the goblins as a whole will take time and effort, but they are now under your leadership and you know you can get them sorted out. If you could not, your master would not have entrusted you with this task. His faith in you is all the proof you need to know that you will be able to bring your brethren to heel and change them from hopeless rabble to vicious warriors soon enough.

For now, though, you have completed your task and must report to your master for further instructions. You tell your people that they should continue to follow your orders and, if you find them slacking and falling to their animal urges in your absence, they will be punished...severely. They collectively shudder at the memory of what you did to Rizlyx and hurry to their tasks, cleaning the room and taking inventory of the weapons they possess as you leave the room and head to your master's throne room.

As you enter your master's throne room, you find him standing in front of what appears to be a magically created map that hangs suspended in the air before him. Lighted lines trace along the map that seems to be of the continent of Theras as a whole and you look at it interestedly as you approach, though you fall to a knee as soon as your master turns his attention to you. You know to show your fealty to him by now.

"Minion, you have returned. I trust you had little trouble in deposing the so called ruler of the goblins?", he says to you and, seeing the blood that stains your changed weapon, he chuckles, "I can see that is the case without your even having to speak. I assume that is what is left of Rizlyx upon your weapon. And an impressive weapon it has become. I am impressed, my minion, that you were able to inspire change in your weapon so quickly. It recognizes your strength, it seems. As do I."

He gestures for you to stand and, as you do, you feel a change in the armor you wear as metal studs now line your hardened leather armor and you feel chain-mail interwoven beneath the lacquered surface against your skin. Gloves of hardened leather now encase your hands and you flex your fingers within them with a nod, even as your sharp nails pierce the tips of the glove's fingers to show through the leather. Your feet are also no longer bare as good sturdy boots appear on them and, though unused to them, you find them more than suitable as you take an experimental step.

"Much better. You have earned those extra accoutrements and will need them in this next task I have for you.", your master says and you bow your head to him in gratitude and understanding as you wait for him to outline what your next task will be.