Your magic sword!

It took master craftsmen more than a year to forge that blade and the kingdom's enchanters another two years to magically imbue it.

Now it's just a shiny trinket for some stupid goblins.

Your face turns read with anger. Tears of rage begin to well up in your eyes. You start to shout and spit and curse at the goblins, and flail your arms wildly as you try to reach them, but you're too high up to make contact with them.

They look up at you and point and laugh, but their merriment quickly turns to terror as the branch holding you starts to creak and bend. You're too darn heavy, and a moment later, there's a loud *SNAP* as the branch breaks and you plummet towards the ground.