And there I stood, clad in blood and filth, surrounded by four corpses, a mix of hate and fear seen on their faces…asking myself numerous times why that had to happen to me.

"God why..."

After finally having enough of talking to myself, I decided I needed to find a source of water so that I wouldn't die of thirst-and more importantly, get clean so that I wouldn’t have the urge to scream every living second of my existence.

"I guess I should get going now, let’s just hope I don’t find any other goblin around here wanting to play catch-a-head or I might just collapse from everything."

Yet, after going a few feet away from the cave entrance, I had noticed something. This cave on the side of a fucking mountain. A lone, Grey mountain, surrounded by a giant forest on from where I can see, the greenery so dense I wasn’t even able to see if there was some sort of river beneath it, or anything other than tree tops really.

"Well, thankfully the cave isn’t all that high up, but still...I can’t climb for shit. Well, never too late to start learning is what mom always said…"

…

So I did, and there I was, halfway down and sitting in a little crevice in the mountain, screaming and throwing the few tiny rock pieces that where there at a damn monster I could only identify as some kind of griffin with the body of a bear and head of a raven trying to have me for breakfast, using it’s giant beak to slowly widen the entrance…

*screech*

Amateur Aim (common) gained

From the greatest of wizards throwing their spears of fire at giants to the humblest of farmers, armed only with a flimsy bow, protecting their village against the hungry eyes of the wild. Without aim, what use are these weapons?

Aim for head? No, stupid, they expect that. Aim for knee, what use is axe if he has to crawl to me to attack me with it? - An unknown spear thrower from the ancient times, shortly before the invention of throwing axes.

"Oh, I managed to hit one of it’s eyes...maybe, just maybe I can do it-no, nope, it just is more angry and opens the hole up faster. Great."

"Well, I had a great life as a goblin. Waking up on a dirty floor, a head being thrown at me, good old gob, always there for a ball throwing, bludgeoning my goblins friends with a rock and then climbing down this shit mountain halfway, then stopping at a nice little spot to rest, only to hear some autistic screeching and seeing a giant fucking bird thing flying towards me."

*scree-

*growl*

Then, just I was accepting my death, a pair of giant fucking claws picked up the monster and flew away with it...so, of course, like any other reasonable person would have done in this situation...I pissed myself while swearing to stay in that crevice for the rest of my life. And then I passed out.

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You'd think sleeping on rough stone floor would be easier the second time, but it is very not so. Waking up only to vomit again, afterwards I stood there with no idea what to do, I knew I should have thought of a way to not die here and get out, but knowing my chances, I tried to distract myself with literally anything else...

"Wait, I have got some abilities didn't I? So...I really don't want to say it out loud...Show me my...Status window please?"

*Ding*

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Goblin (common)

Cowardly, weak, dimwitted. Some would describe goblins as such. Treacherous, deadly and coordinated are words some others would choose. Neither are wrong. Give these vermin time to breed as well as evolve and you will have the equivalent of a small guerrilla force capable of burning down small villages sprawling about every corner. To add to that, they are humanoid mosnters with enough sentience to get classes, even if most of them never achive something rarer than common.

Pointy ears are worse gob in all way. Pointy ears can trap. We set many trap. Pointy ears can make new pointy ears in long time. We make many gob short time. Pointy ears live in tree that we set flame. We live cave they not can set fire. They have pointy ears and are called pointy ears, but we still have pointier ears! - A Hobgoblin shaman response to being asked why all goblins hate elves.

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Abilities:

Rage (common)

Aim (common)

Nightvision(common)

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"...Well that was depressing to read. So goblins are only a real threat when in numbers is what I understand...so either be at the bottom barrel of the food chain in this world being surrounded by filthy barbarian morons with who knows how many parasites and other- Oh god. What if I have parasites? "

…

So I changed my mind, climbing down to search for some water thinking positive thoughts, like what could possibly happen that makes this day worse?

...

"Oh god please don’t kill me please have mercy I don’t care buddah, Jesus, Satan, who cares just for fucks sake make that motherfucking dragon not notice me."

So here I was. At the bottom of the mountain, the blood and dirt already dried up, yet new scratches from my impromptu attempt on mountain climbing. Thankfully I was able to just walk most of the way down, but oh boy did I almost fall down to my death a few times...but I think that would have be a preferable death rather than what I expected to happen then. You see, there I was hiding once again, but this time behind a tree, because a dragon just happened to walk by. Yes, you heard me right. One of the giant scaly things that spew fire and fly. The same ones that could probably kill me by just staring me to death.

*sniff*

Oh no don’t tell me he can smell me. Dear Lord of course he can? Oh god the footsteps get louder.

*slice*

Aaand he just sliced the top of the tree off. That's it. I am gonna be eaten by a dragon. I can already feel his breath, I think I am getting a heart attack right now-

Fear (common) gained

Fear. Let it choose your fate or use it to change your fate. A weakness few are able enough to turn into a strength.

You say fear is for cowards. I say, what is courage worth if no one fears? What is it that we gain strength for if not out of fear for those who stand behind us? Call me a coward then. Rather a coward than a coldhearted bastard uncaring about all but himself- A nameless Paladin to a forgotten Tyrant.

"...I-I fuck it, if I am gonna die at least I should try running away, right?"

And so I ran, not looking behind I ran, jumping above fallen stumps, sliding under low hanging branches, I saw a few silhouettes of some beasts as I moved forwards some roared, some just stood out of my way, but honestly, I couldn’t concentrate all that much about what they looked like. And so I ran for a few more minutes, yet they felt like hours...and then I heard something, a sound...a sound I wished to hear more than anything these last few minutes, especially when I had been completely out of breath, barely being able to keep going, I run towards the sound, finally seeing a running river flowing about, I jumped in, not caring anymore.

…

"Is-is it gone?"

I asked myself, hoping the dragon saw little worth in chasing a scrawny little goblin. He did not, thankfully.

And so I proceeded to drink a few gulps of water and scrubbed myself till it hurt and a few more times for good measure.