Goblins in the Village Of Perdonia

THE VILLAGE OF PERDONIA.

The village of Perdonia was being overrun by goblins. Women and children were screaming as goblins foraged the city stealing anything of value. The air was thick with smoke, and buildings were ablaze. Ash, and soot were floating down to the earth as peasants ran past screaming wildly. I stood in the center of town, holding my staff and keeping the goblins at bay. I stood blocking the entrance to the treasury, thousands of gold pieces within the treasury, were only one hundred feet from the goblins. It was as if they could smell it, their eyes reflecting gold and their faces snarling hungrily. They were creeping forward slowly, devilish grins on their wart covered faces. There were four goblins facing me trying to sneak past. One threw a pouch of foul smelling powder, which explodes on contact. The powder releases a toxic yellow cloud that is potentially poisonous, when breathed in directly. A ball of pure energy blasts from the end of my staff. The goblins pouch exploded before it reached me. The goblin started choking on the poison, as well as the one to his left who happened to be standing too close. The other two goblins let out ear piercing shrieks, screaming at the loss of their brothers. They charged towards me, anger ripping through their eyes. Electricity ripped through my staff emanating from my body, and shot into the nearest goblin. He screamed and scrambled back toward the mountains. Ok so electricity can only hurt them. Add that to the list. Goblins were also immune to fire, and acid. As the last one ran toward me, I raised my staff again. I released a red beam from my staff, and the goblin screeched before falling to the ground. I breathed a sigh of relief, but quickly scanned the squ...

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... doors. They were all old, and looked as if they might collapse. The houses have been worn down, by the constant goblin raids. I passed house after house, before reaching the edge of the village. Belophose whinnied, strangely, as if she sensed something coming. I could sense it too. It was too quiet. It was never this quiet. As if on cue, the earth shook, and the mountain began to crumble. Rocks were falling and the villagers screaming.

What was happening? The ground shook, as If giant feet were stomping, and pounding into the mountain. “It is too late” A voice in his head warned for the second time that day. Suddenly, I heard the most terrible sound. A guttural roar which shook the earth even harder than before. The sound was unmistakable. It was a sound I hoped to never hear again. I finally understood. “It is too late.” Because that roar. Was the roar of a troll.