Like lambs to the slaughter

The girl at the adventurers guild reception desk, pointed the group of Porcelain class newcomers towards the heavily armored Obsidian class adventurer. The heavily armored figure was sitting at a table near the door, looking bulky and male in the thick plate armor. As the small group moved closer, they could see the dents and scratches in the batter metal. The helmet in particularly looked like it had been heavily bashed in, and then crudely repaired by beating back out. 'Mangler.' was scrawled across the undamaged side of the helmet, cut into the steel crudely and filled with some dark brown substance.

"So you're looking to put a party together... to kill a few Goblins." Marta the dark haired martial arts girl demanded, as the small group approached that armored figure. Watching as the more experienced adventurer looked up at her for a moment. "I'm Marta the martial arts, this is Kyle the mage and Darna the cleric." She gestured to towards a robed, red headed, girlish looking young mage and a tall blond cleric in short robes and half plate. As they spoke a four novice adventurer came swaggering over, a young spear-man in studded leather joined them.

"Yes..." The armored Mangler replied simply, in a gravelly voice that had a surprisingly high pitched feminine lilt to it. He didn't both introducing himself, perhaps he figured they already knew who it was if they came to him.

"Hey I hear yer looking to slay some Gobo's..." The spear-man interrupted brashly, puffing out his chest while clutching his spear in one hand. "I'm Tovan the spear-man..." He announced proudly like that should know that name, although it was plain they had never heard of him. "I hope yer not putting together a all girl party." He joked flashing the girls a bright white toothed smile, only to blush in embarrassment as Kyle leaped up shouting.

"Hey I'm a guy!" Even though the mage looked very slender and feminine, his long red hair and full hip's giving him a female appearance. While those long purple robes with their pink trim had a stylist, girlish cut to them that.

"Errr... what? Really?" Tovan questioned in shock, plainly he really had mistaken the mage for a female. "You're not just yanking my chain... are ya?" The spear-man asked dully, making it plain that he wasn't the sharpest spear in the rack. This quickly drawing shouts and arguments from the others, until the Mangler stood up gesturing for them all to calm down. It took him more than a few moments to break thing up, but at last the shouting ended that the planning could begin.

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"Are you sure there's a goblin nest out here?" Tovan asked the heavily armored Mangler, as they paused to look over the forest ahead of them. The party had traveled four days after leaving the guild hall, earlier that day they had discovered the looted Molson family farm.

"You saw the farm... that was a Goblin raid without a doubt." The Mangler pointed out with a cold sneer, Tovan got the idea that the armored warrior didn't like him and was trying to keep a distance between them.

"Yeah but where was the blood... there had to have been males there. But it didn't look like any killing had been done... and as I understand it Gobo's are only interested in girls... You know because they like to... Ahem... that is because they need breeding stock." Tovan didn't want to just come out and what he was thinking, that the Goblins captured females so that could fuck them over and over again.

"Perhaps the Goblins have a shaman..." The Mangler replied in and plain way of his that most people found very annoying.

"What difference would that make?" Tovan demanded as he sat down on a nearby log, it was going to be getting dark in a few hours. It had been a long day of walking, made worse by having to explore the looted farm stead. The air inside the building still reeking of sex, and a kind of sweet salty musk that had made Tovan uneasy.

"You haven't hear about how the Goblin shamans can use magic... Magic that can change even the mightiest of warriors into..." The armored warrior paused as a shudder so powerful ran down his spine, that it made his steel armor rattle loudly. "Females so that the Goblin hordes can breed their offspring into them..."

"Wha... NO way!" Tovan choked in shock and horror, joining the Mangler in shuddering at that idea. "I... I'd die before I let anyone do that to me!"

"That is easy to say... but when you have a dagger tip brushing your eye lashes... As they threaten to stab you in the eyes... until you die from it. Well you might just look at things differently..."