he crashed ito the first goblin with his great axe, cleaved the thing in two actually, and in a fluid motion with a back swing killed a second. blood was everywhere. so gruesome. there was a goblin over to the left with a bow aiming at Krug. the albino extraordinair quickly took his crossbow and aimed at the goblin, Krug was busy rushing towards a third goblin to the right. mum had always said that no weapon was better than a crossbow. kept your distance between him, or her, and you AND it fired hard no matter how strong you were. that was the key to living, she would say, having the advantage. doesn't always need to be physical, it jsut needs to be there. and a crossbow was deffinatly an advantage oversome chap rushing you with a sword.
he fired, and i say it was rather off, the thing hit the tree. a bolt in a tree did no good for Krug, and it did ntohign to stop the goblin, which decided at that moment to fire upon Krug and miss. he reloaded almost instantly knowing his aim was off, killing wasn't such a good talent of the man with the tongue of barb and poison. the bolt was loaded and he aimed again. the bolt flew and his the goblin in the hand. The Hand!the poor thing let go of the bow and yelped, he took aim again and shot, he was getting better at it seemd. for it flew through the air and landed in the yelping goblin's skul.. yelped three mroe times then died. collasped ont he floor.
by this time of corse Krug had killed all the other goblins. krug six Jearick 1. quite the competition. the massive half orc then bent down and took two goblin ears, cut them clean off, and handed them to Jearick. couldn't imagine who on earth would want goblin ears, but the chap back in town wanted them, and this bloke of snow colored skin wasn't one to miss out on an opertunity to make an ally, never could have neough chaps helping you, or gold, gold was always good no matter what the wise said. this did both. while he'd never befreind a guard, not saying he was evil or anything jsut that he didn't care so much for laws or the law, he always liked them on his side. plus this raging loon wanted to pay him twenty five gold an ear, twenty five! imagine, for a lousy disease infected goblin ear, he'd pay fifty gold. some people really had no minds.
so he was with Krug the magnificantly strong and his trusty cleaving axe of goblin demise. wonderful, just excelent! he'd killed one, Krug had killed all the others. sounded good to him.however, it made him think. there's going to be a day when he didn't ahve a big half orc to keep him safe, and a crossbow wouldn't do the trick. he was going to need some backing. well of corse he had a trick or two he could always use, including a well placed song, but there could easily be a time when that wasn't enough. what would he do? he needed more. somethign that said "oi! Jearick mate, i'll be more than happeh ta save yor arse. just use me mate and ya'll go home tanight and eat i say!" and believe it or not, his rapier did just that! it seemed to jump into his hand followed by that wooden shield he'd found by the wood. just got up and jumpe dinto his hands. it was time for a different approach.
goblisn were approaching, news traveled fast it would seem. same exact number of them as before, a brain would do these thigns wonders. they rushed the albino with a rapier and the great axe in physical form not caring that a group fo their same size was dead ont he field and these two weren't evne scratched, idiots i say. and Krug did the same thing, crashed into the first, then backswung a second. Jearick, however, did something different. he jumped at one with his shield and rapier drawn. he'd decided to be drastic and gave a "arrrrrrr" at it. no particulare reason he chose "arrrrrrr" but it seemed to fit and the goblin breifly wondered "huh?" for he deffinatly did not look like a pirate and only pirates said "arrrrrr" and plus he was whtie to the core, he'd never seen a pirate white to the core. to this goblin it was simply unheard of. and so this albino swordsmenw ith a shield and an "arrrrr" choped at the dazed and confused goblin, it was a clean cut, well more of a stab, rapiers don't cut to well. gentlman's sword really, and of corse a bloke liek Jearick would use a weapon called such being the gntleman he was. a gentlman fighter!
so really, the goblin died and jearick celebrated. by the time he was done celebrating, Krug had killed allt he tohers. jearick 2 krug 12. Jearick was obviously steppign up his game. anyways, in the end two more ears wer taken and jearick found a new hobby. all he needed to do now was get good at it. how would he indeed? well that, would move us on to a different story, which would be entirly rude considering we on this story and it isn't done yet. so! we wills tay ont his story and sometime later willw e continue on to the next story, wodnerful it is really.
wellt hsi whole time a midget, or halfling as they liked to be called, wa shelpign them fight, and it was at thsi time that Jearick noticed her. funny though, he had given her his name and knew her name, well at the time he had. it was one of those strange midget halfling names, and she follwoed a strange midget halfing god who let her summons giant spiders two times her size, probably ate midget halflings on a regulare basis. wouldn't have surprised Jearick actually.
well, unfortuantly this is where Krug desided he had better things to do, and ran off, and whats more the halfling lass, who could also have been a midget, asked him where he was form. which was a tough question to ask, but nothing was too tough for Jearick Raquel H'gar to answer so he did so and had a good time of it too. he told her he was a bit of a drift and that he came from everywhere and no where, and that his mum had been a drifter too, part of being in his family really. his granfather was a drifter, and so was his father, and then you move on to his aunt and his uncle who were both drifters. just a big family of drifters always drifting just for the sake of drifting. becuase really they had no reason to drift other than they got board of one town so they went to another.one might sya such thing is rediculous, but to jearick it was jsu tlife. so he told her this. and then he told her that he thinsk his mum told him he had been born in the north and that would explain his accent, but that was jsut a theory of corse.
wel she desided to take this albino witha drifting past aside and help him out with his quest to become a good gentlman fighter. with the gentlmen's swor dof corse. obviously. so she gav ehim some finger wigglign magic enchantment type blessings. one said he had skin of trees, another said he was stronger than he looked, another said evil should fea rhim, stil another said his rapier was better than copper, and last but not least in any bit, there was a blessing from her midget halfling god. which really didn't do anything.
figgures with midget halfling gods.
so he rushed the goblin encampment again, which had restocked the guards and hadn't looked anywhere for the culprets of the massecure, for they were jsut ont he road resting. as i said before brains would do these things wonders. so he rushed, arrows his his barky fleash but did no good,a nd he rushed, and he rapier flaied. he wanted to show he was good. better than these goblins thought he was at least.he killed one, well he'd tied hsi record so far. he killed another and broke his record. it was the third that hit him, and did him a doozer. well the halfing midget was right behidn him and healed him. healed him perfectly well. and he killed that goblin along witht wo toehrs and a shaman. the deed was done and he'd broken his record six times over. amazing if one actually looked at it.
so he took teh midget halfing aside and told her thank you for the help that he could not do it without her and that he owed her a favor, pretty much a lie really. what could he possibly do for a midget halfing? she said it was no problem and accepted the favor. with that our gallient knight named Jearick Raced off to sell the disgusting ears to the disgusting man. it was time to get payed.
