The girls ran away from the horde, it didn’t take them long to get lost. And then it was Brightfur that took the lead. Prin was still out cold. So it was up to them. She made them keep going at a slow pace while she tried to remember the markings that were in the crawl to guide them. They were not always accurate, with monster and man as well as the crawl itself distorting them. But she did her best to find them. And find them she did. She led them to the surface where they got help and had Prin looked at. She was stoic but indomitable. It was an impressive sight to see.
Prin was distraught to say the least. She wailed and cried and thrashed about. Squishy was in a similar situation. It was a sad sight to see. And even the taciturn Mrs. Doderson was in tears for a time.
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Prin and the girls were all standing in front of Micky’s grave. They were older now, real women all of them. They were beautiful. It made all those who learned that theses beauties were locked inside an orphanage to regret. For these beauties were just in arms reach. And yet they had been kept out of sight from the public. It was a crime of the highest order. It would have made Micky happy to know.
They stood before his grave even now with tear streaked faces. They had just recently been crying. They placed a small bounty of food and drink across his grave as they spilled it all on the ground. Then they cried into the shoulders of their husbands. The short men all supporting their wives as best they could.
The girls had even given birth to children! It was such a lovely sight to see all the ugly green faces. Then Terra stepped up to speak “We all knew Micky, he was a great man, and we loved him!” Cries of “Hear, hear!” rang out all around. She continued “We all loved him and we all knew him. It is unfortunate that we did not get to know him know him though. I really wished I got to tap that at some point when I had the chance you know? I mean he was a great guy and all, but I really wanted to know how ‘great’ a guy he was?” This got an approving grunt from Princess. “Instead my first time was with my husband, and then her husband, and then all of our husbands at once!” She said. And the smiling goblins and child goblins all nodded in unison. Their smiles growing bigger and more vicious. Then they leaped and tore off the clothing of the girls.
Micky awoke with the stir of a man that was in the midst of battle. He was prepared to fight and to move and to cast [Charm]. He should not have moved though. His hands were suspended frim rusted copper hooks. It was apparent that while not used often they were well used. Micky almost groaned but instead just shivered. The chains lightly rattled while he did so. Micky was glad to know that his dream was impossible and that the girls escaped. Or at least he hoped. He doubted that they were gotten by goblins at least. Smiling the smile of a victorious martyr he surveyed his surroundings weakly. His body shivered uncontrollably and why wouldn’t it? He had dropped to 74.138% vitality and it was still dropping.
He saw some goblins mosying about and was glad he still had his clothes on. He knew that if the goblins had gotten to him they wouldn’t have bothered to put his clothes back on afterwards. Micky cast [Charm] on the gathered gob squad until he saw the effects. Unfortunately, they were not what he wanted. He had never expected to be the cause of an accidental goblin orgy. It disgusted him and worse, one of the goblins walked up to him after he was done forcing himself on some of the smaller ones.
“Now, now that’s enough of that love. You have already brought us much from before.” Said the goblin as he reached up and stroked Micky’s cheek. Micky recoiled because he knew exactly where that hand had been recently and wanted nothing to do with it.
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Micky tried to charm the goblin but it just laughed and walked away while swaying its dripping ass. Micky shivered and surveyed anything but that. Well, he shivered unconsciously then realized there were freaking hooks in his wrists and did his best to control himself. Not much on that front he feared.
The goblins were still mozying about in their post orgy buzz and Micky weakly just hung where he was. Apparently, these gobs were immune, or at least resistant to his [Charm]s. So Micky just hung around. It wasn’t like he had anything better to do.
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So stage one of his plan was to [Charm] The week little one over there into killing all of his goblin buddies. Micky noticed that during the event yesterday not all of the goblins were completely immune. It was just that they were incredibly week. So weak that they were forced to do whatever the stronger goblins wanted.
So Micky directed his [Charm] on that one goblin. And it worked. He charmed it and enraged it at it’s fellows. The goblin slowly drew it’s knife and slit the throats of his fellow sleeping gobs. It was interesting how goblins posted sentries. They posted the loudest ones to sleep outside the settlement. So when the loudest ones were inevitably woken up and screamed at whatever was killing them the rest of the settlement would have the time to react. It worked usually because you couldn’t be perfect all the time. What it didn’t work on was goblin assassinations from inside their own encampment.
Micky waited for what seemed like forever until his quasi link was suddenly severed. The goblin from before walked in with the bloodied head of the gob he had sent out. “That was a good try love, a good try. But it was only that in the end. Don’t worry you’ll come around. Kekekeke!” Said the goblin.
Micky shivered but pressed on. He tried to bond with the goblin this time. And to his surprise, he succeeded. He felt it then, the goblins lust. He felt what what roaming around in what little mind they had. He had never bonded with a sapient before, not truly. And while that was a very loose term with goblins it still in theory applied. And there was nothing in there but lust, greed, and hate, in that order. He could feel that was not always the case though, the order changed from gob to gob. But it was always the same. Micky then pushed the gob to kill it’s fellows and this time it obeyed. It was all to happy to please ‘love’ and would do anything to obtain him.
The goblin marched out and shortly afterwards the little camp the gobs had set up was silent. No longer were there the wheezing of the other gobs or any of the hushed voices. The gob he had bonded with had returned prepared to lay the camp and all it’s sacrifices at his feet. It was ready for it’s reward and so was Micky. He smiled at the goblin and it smiled back. The goblin let him down from the chains but not off the hooks, it wanted this to happen his way. Micky welcomed the goblin between his legs. Snap, the neck of the gob broke.
Micky cried, he hated the beast but he also loved it. He was the closest with that dumb goblin then he had been with any other creature save three. He could still feel the goblin lust, and it was in him now. Before it had been something that was not his, separated from his mind. But now it was a part of him, as was everything that was before the goblin died. He lay there in the purest and rawist emotions he had ever felt and luxuriated in them.
But he knew he could not stay in his emotions for too long. He was inside a crawl, it was not a place for him. So he crawled. He could feel the chains drag on him, but he would not stop. He searched through the goblins eclectic collection and was ecstatic to find that his staff had been collected as well as all his other odds and ends. The goblins were not very discerning with their collection efforts, grabbing whatever they could find. They pretty much had three collection methods and piles. Adventurer for stuff taken from people, food and gathered supplies, not much in this pile since they didn’t need to eat just wanted too, and lastly the resources pile for the making stuff, because it was the stuff that stuff was made or so said one of the goblins. Micky packed up whatever he thought he would need and started to crawl away from the camp. He would not be able to make it far, but he would prefer not to be here when the inevitable creature comes to claim it.
But he was too late, creatures had come to claim the goblin camp and he himself. His instructors, Prin, and even Yolanda had arrived with worried looks on their faces, he was saved!