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Eszter stood in a forest clearing, hands on her hips, doing… well, nothing in particular really. She had left her ‘home’ (essentially just a small hideaway in a local cave system) that morning ready to take on the world, but now that she was in the heart of the hinterlands, the dragonkin had stopped in her tracks. She gazed aimlessly into the distance, mumbling to herself as she wondered what exactly she should be doing.
“Arcadia isn’t going to squash itself.” The demi-dragon murmured, itching compulsively at the base of one of her horns. Pursuing her lips, she briefly considered the truth of that statement. With Anders and his gang of self-righteous thugs running around, the kingdom actually might squash itself, and the thought of Arcadia falling without her input really pissed her off.
“Maybe I should see if I can contact Anders, work something out with those heirs…” the dragon queen mused to herself, pouting a little at the prospect of playing nice with people like them. “I doubt either of us are going to be ready to let the other take the lead though…”
A few moments later, a goblin came sprinting past the clearing. It clutched an armful of random stuff to its chest as it ran by screaming, moving as fast as it’s little legs could carry it. “Please! Leave me alone! They’re miiiiine!”
A few more moments later, a pair of humans came running after it, one carrying a bow and the other wielding nothing but a pair of brass knuckles.
“Get back here you little shit!” the pugilist shouted at the fleeing goblin, a muscular man who, for whatever reason, decided that a shirt was unnecessary when venturing out into the Hinterlands.
“Yeah,” his friend shouted in turn, loosing an arrow which thumped harmlessly against a nearby tree. “Just hand it over and we’ll spare ya, gobbo! Promise!”
None of the trio paid Eszter any mind as she stood there, a coincidental spectator to the chase. None of them hand the smell of dragonblood on their hands, so there was no real reason for the demi-dragon to intervene…
Even if, for some reason, seeing those two chasing that goblin really got her blood boiling.
~~~~~~~~~
Vaat’s little legs pumped faster than they ever had before in his life, desperate to carry him away from the pair of adventurers hot on his trail. Slowed by the sack of belongings in his arms and his little legs, only the sheer surge of adrenaline in the goblin’s body was what kept him ahead of his pursuers.
“Please!” he wailed, pleading with the murderous duo. “Go away! It’s mine!”
“Hurry up and shoot him!” Chris shouted to his brother, sweat glistening on his brow. “I’ve never done this much cardio before!”
“I’m tryingggg,” Ben groaned, sending another arrow careening off into the treeline. “Shooting and running is haaard.”
Fortunately for the adventurers, their slightly embarrassing inability to catch a single goblin would soon be forgotten as Vaat tripped on a raised root, unable to see it with his bag of stuff obscuring everything below his now. The goblin fell flat on his face, the wind knocked out of him as coins and personal effects went flying across the forest floor. He desperately attempted to climb to his feet and keep running, but he barely made it to his knees before a boot connected with his ribs, sending him rolling across the ground.
Vaat rolled to a stop against a nearby tree, landing face-up, giving him a convenient view of Chris leisurely walking towards him, planting his right fist into the palm of his left hand in an intimidating gesture.
“Alright,” the pugilist grinned, “let’s see what else you’ve got on you. Gotta make sure nothing’s hidden in those pockets.”
Before the adventurer could pummel the goblin into a green mess on the ground, however, he heard a weird gurgle from behind him and felt something wet on his bare back. Confused, he whipped around and his heart froze.
Before him, Ben’s near-lifeless body stood, held upright by the gore-soaked fist that was plunged through his chest. With a kick, Eszter dislodged the butchered adventurer from her arm, sending his body sprawling to the ground. Chris opened his mouth to let out a dismayed cry, but it was immediately drowned out by the dragonkin’s own wordless scream. Her eyes burning with draconic light and her face twisted into a mask of pure fury, Eszter roared furiously as she stormed towards the adventurer, fists clenched tight.
“What the fuck?!” Chris shouted, taking a proper combat stance as his foe approached him unphased. “What are you doing?! It’s just a goblin!”
“Just a- grah! Just shut up and die!” The dragon queen spat. When she looked at the sight before her, she didn’t see a pair of adventurers, a person and their dying, still gurgling friend. She just saw vermin, ready to die.
Chris moved with expert precision as Eszter stepped recklessly into his reach, bringing a right hook into his side that had crippled lesser men. Well, it had crippled goblins, actually, but to him that constituted lesser men. The demi-dragon, however, made no attempt to dodge and barely flinched as the strike hit home, instead reeling simply back her own fist.
The pugilist would have doubted that she could hit him too hard had he not seen her plunge her hand through Ben’s torso, but now he was all too aware of what she could do to him. Desperate, he attempted to weave backwards, creating some distance between himself and the raging storm in front of him, but before he could get anywhere he felt a stabbing pain in his right leg, just above the foot.
With a vengeful snarl, Vaat has plucked up a makeshift shiv that had spilled from his sack onto the ground and plunged it into Chris’ Achilles’ tendon. The slash from the clumsily-made knife was not clean, mangling the flesh rather than severing it, but it did its job.
The adventurer stumbled, unable to dodge, and a beat later he felt his rib cage give way as Eszter’s fist crashed into his torso, sending him flying in much the same way he had sent Vaat stumbling with a kick. Thankfully, unlike Ben, he had been spared the fist-through-the-chest trick, leaving him winded but alive as he came to a stop.
Desperate, The pugilist began to crawl away, painfully aware of the sound of footsteps behind him. He didn’t get far before he felt a weight on his lower back.
Then, he heard another furious scream and it all went dark.
~~~~~~~~
Vaat sat and caught his breath as he watched the strange woman plant one foot on the small of his pursuer’s back and then raise the other, stomping down on his head, neck and back again and again and again and AGAIN.
“Fuck you!” she screamed between stomps. “You’re not better! You're worthless! You’re nothing! You’re nothing but FUCKING VERMIN!”
Then, long after his upper body had been reduced to nothing but a red puddle, she paused and slowly lowered her foot, panting hard. Wiping her brow, Eszter made her way back to the tree that Vaat was slumped against. The goblin tried to remain as still as possible, unsure of what exactly she was going to do, but when she reached him the dragonkin simply regarded him for a moment before crouching down, slowly picking up the belongings scattered around her feet.
The dragon queen picked up each piece of gold or random trinket and placed them back in the goblin’s knapsack, giving a quick scan of the area to make sure she didn’t miss anything. Vaat simply cowered at the base of the tree, terrified that his ‘rescue’ was simply going from being killed to being robbed, until Eszter was satisfied that she’d collected up everything and, after one last longing look at his humble gold supply, held the bag out for him.
“Here,” she said, offering it to him.
“Y-You’re not taking it?”
“Don’t be absurd.” Eszter scoffed. “The only way a queen takes gold from her people is through taxes.”
“Arcadia isn’t going to squash itself.” The demi-dragon murmured, itching compulsively at the base of one of her horns. Pursuing her lips, she briefly considered the truth of that statement. With Anders and his gang of self-righteous thugs running around, the kingdom actually might squash itself, and the thought of Arcadia falling without her input really pissed her off.
“Maybe I should see if I can contact Anders, work something out with those heirs…” the dragon queen mused to herself, pouting a little at the prospect of playing nice with people like them. “I doubt either of us are going to be ready to let the other take the lead though…”
A few moments later, a goblin came sprinting past the clearing. It clutched an armful of random stuff to its chest as it ran by screaming, moving as fast as it’s little legs could carry it. “Please! Leave me alone! They’re miiiiine!”
A few more moments later, a pair of humans came running after it, one carrying a bow and the other wielding nothing but a pair of brass knuckles.
“Get back here you little shit!” the pugilist shouted at the fleeing goblin, a muscular man who, for whatever reason, decided that a shirt was unnecessary when venturing out into the Hinterlands.
“Yeah,” his friend shouted in turn, loosing an arrow which thumped harmlessly against a nearby tree. “Just hand it over and we’ll spare ya, gobbo! Promise!”
None of the trio paid Eszter any mind as she stood there, a coincidental spectator to the chase. None of them hand the smell of dragonblood on their hands, so there was no real reason for the demi-dragon to intervene…
Even if, for some reason, seeing those two chasing that goblin really got her blood boiling.
~~~~~~~~~
Vaat’s little legs pumped faster than they ever had before in his life, desperate to carry him away from the pair of adventurers hot on his trail. Slowed by the sack of belongings in his arms and his little legs, only the sheer surge of adrenaline in the goblin’s body was what kept him ahead of his pursuers.
“Please!” he wailed, pleading with the murderous duo. “Go away! It’s mine!”
“Hurry up and shoot him!” Chris shouted to his brother, sweat glistening on his brow. “I’ve never done this much cardio before!”
“I’m tryingggg,” Ben groaned, sending another arrow careening off into the treeline. “Shooting and running is haaard.”
Fortunately for the adventurers, their slightly embarrassing inability to catch a single goblin would soon be forgotten as Vaat tripped on a raised root, unable to see it with his bag of stuff obscuring everything below his now. The goblin fell flat on his face, the wind knocked out of him as coins and personal effects went flying across the forest floor. He desperately attempted to climb to his feet and keep running, but he barely made it to his knees before a boot connected with his ribs, sending him rolling across the ground.
Vaat rolled to a stop against a nearby tree, landing face-up, giving him a convenient view of Chris leisurely walking towards him, planting his right fist into the palm of his left hand in an intimidating gesture.
“Alright,” the pugilist grinned, “let’s see what else you’ve got on you. Gotta make sure nothing’s hidden in those pockets.”
Before the adventurer could pummel the goblin into a green mess on the ground, however, he heard a weird gurgle from behind him and felt something wet on his bare back. Confused, he whipped around and his heart froze.
Before him, Ben’s near-lifeless body stood, held upright by the gore-soaked fist that was plunged through his chest. With a kick, Eszter dislodged the butchered adventurer from her arm, sending his body sprawling to the ground. Chris opened his mouth to let out a dismayed cry, but it was immediately drowned out by the dragonkin’s own wordless scream. Her eyes burning with draconic light and her face twisted into a mask of pure fury, Eszter roared furiously as she stormed towards the adventurer, fists clenched tight.
“What the fuck?!” Chris shouted, taking a proper combat stance as his foe approached him unphased. “What are you doing?! It’s just a goblin!”
“Just a- grah! Just shut up and die!” The dragon queen spat. When she looked at the sight before her, she didn’t see a pair of adventurers, a person and their dying, still gurgling friend. She just saw vermin, ready to die.
Chris moved with expert precision as Eszter stepped recklessly into his reach, bringing a right hook into his side that had crippled lesser men. Well, it had crippled goblins, actually, but to him that constituted lesser men. The demi-dragon, however, made no attempt to dodge and barely flinched as the strike hit home, instead reeling simply back her own fist.
The pugilist would have doubted that she could hit him too hard had he not seen her plunge her hand through Ben’s torso, but now he was all too aware of what she could do to him. Desperate, he attempted to weave backwards, creating some distance between himself and the raging storm in front of him, but before he could get anywhere he felt a stabbing pain in his right leg, just above the foot.
With a vengeful snarl, Vaat has plucked up a makeshift shiv that had spilled from his sack onto the ground and plunged it into Chris’ Achilles’ tendon. The slash from the clumsily-made knife was not clean, mangling the flesh rather than severing it, but it did its job.
The adventurer stumbled, unable to dodge, and a beat later he felt his rib cage give way as Eszter’s fist crashed into his torso, sending him flying in much the same way he had sent Vaat stumbling with a kick. Thankfully, unlike Ben, he had been spared the fist-through-the-chest trick, leaving him winded but alive as he came to a stop.
Desperate, The pugilist began to crawl away, painfully aware of the sound of footsteps behind him. He didn’t get far before he felt a weight on his lower back.
Then, he heard another furious scream and it all went dark.
~~~~~~~~
Vaat sat and caught his breath as he watched the strange woman plant one foot on the small of his pursuer’s back and then raise the other, stomping down on his head, neck and back again and again and again and AGAIN.
“Fuck you!” she screamed between stomps. “You’re not better! You're worthless! You’re nothing! You’re nothing but FUCKING VERMIN!”
Then, long after his upper body had been reduced to nothing but a red puddle, she paused and slowly lowered her foot, panting hard. Wiping her brow, Eszter made her way back to the tree that Vaat was slumped against. The goblin tried to remain as still as possible, unsure of what exactly she was going to do, but when she reached him the dragonkin simply regarded him for a moment before crouching down, slowly picking up the belongings scattered around her feet.
The dragon queen picked up each piece of gold or random trinket and placed them back in the goblin’s knapsack, giving a quick scan of the area to make sure she didn’t miss anything. Vaat simply cowered at the base of the tree, terrified that his ‘rescue’ was simply going from being killed to being robbed, until Eszter was satisfied that she’d collected up everything and, after one last longing look at his humble gold supply, held the bag out for him.
“Here,” she said, offering it to him.
“Y-You’re not taking it?”
“Don’t be absurd.” Eszter scoffed. “The only way a queen takes gold from her people is through taxes.”