After defeating Pestilence, the horseman of the Apocalypse, Bob noticed a glimmering object among the shattered ice chunks that had previously housed the horseman. Bob approached the shining object and discovered it was a ring - a dark metal band with a green gemstone at the center. Curious, Bob examined the ring, and when he did the system chimed in with a notification.
*ITEM IDENTIFICATION*
*PROCESS INITIATED*
*ITEM IDENTIFIED*
*DISPLAYING ITEM PARAMETERS*
The Ring of Pestilence All Stats +5 Grants Immunity to All Poisons Grants the User the ability to imbue attacks with poison. Cost 5 MP per imbue.
Bob's friends expressed concern about the ring's power, fearing that it could be used for evil. But Bob felt powerful energy emanating from the ring and decided to equip it. As soon as he slipped the ring onto his finger, he felt a sudden burst of energy flowing through him, as if the ring had been bound to him. As he looked around, Bob noticed that the chunks of ice and Pestilence had begun to fade into the ether. Which began to rapidly disappear with the sound of slurping in my head.
He knew that the last tie Pestilence had to the world was now severed. Bob felt empowered, but he also understood the responsibility that came with the ring's power. The Ring of Pestilence became an extension of Bob, a tool that he could wield to protect the world. He could feel its power coursing through his veins, and he was ready to face any foe that dared to stand in his way. The ring had him this power and he knew that he had to use it wisely.
As Bob and his friends celebrated their victory, they realized that they had only just begun. There were still three more horsemen of the Apocalypse to face, and the journey ahead would not be an easy one. But with the power of The Ring of Pestilence at his disposal, Bob felt better prepared to face the next Horseman.
Bob's friends continued to express their concerns about the ring, but Bob knew that it was up to him to use the power of the ring for good. The ring had become his responsibility, and he knew that he could not let its power corrupt him. I can't let the ring become... MY PRECIOUSSS! Bob chuckled to himself aware that it was funny, unsure of why it was funny. More stuff from my old life coming back to me. I wish I knew why that was funny.
With the power of The Ring of Pestilence at his fingertips, Bob was even more determined to defeat the rest of the Horsemen. Maybe they will have some sick loot too! Man, I love loot. Admiring the look of the ring on his hand, and the stats it granted Bob decided to check his status page.
*Hey, Bobby-O, sorry to interrupt before you can check out that shiny new bling you just got. Just thought you might want to know that I just got A LOT of essence from devouring the frozen treat that was Pestilence. It was soooo gooood! Anyway, Ugh, you should check this out.*
*SYSTEM MESSAGE*
*SUMMONERS ROLODEX ARTIFACT - UPGRADE AVAILABLE*
*UPGRADE COMMENCING*
*UPGRADE COMPLETE*
Monster Essence consumed. Symbiote Status: Active. Level: Two Rolodex Upgrade Status: 20% HP/MP/SP +10 Base Stats +2 Max Multiplier - 15x Enjoy!
Name: Bob Level: 4 Class: N/A HP: 40 (+5) MP: 40 (+5) SP: 40 (+5) STR: 7 (+5) CON: 7 (+5) WIS: 7 (+5) INT: 7 (+5) DEX: 7 (+5) CHA: 7 (+5) Immune to Poison
Abilities: Slapstick Imbue Status : Poison
Curiosity satisfied Bob closed the status and got back to the present situation. They needed to bury the dead and start preparing for the coming of War.
Bob and the goblins worked tirelessly to bury their fallen comrades. It was a grim task, but they knew it had to be done. They dug deep graves, carefully placing the bodies in them and covering them with the earth. Bob watched as the goblins worked, amazed at their efficiency and dedication. After the burial, they held a small ceremony for the fallen.
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The goblins chanted and sang mournful songs, their voices rising and falling in a haunting melody. Bob and Grobbit stood by, heads bowed in respect. It was a solemn moment, and Bob felt a deep sense of loss for the fallen warriors. As the ceremony came to a close, Bob felt a surge of determination. He knew they had to rebuild and fortify the village as soon as possible. War was coming, and they needed to be ready.
Bob turned to Grobbit and the goblins. "We need to start rebuilding the village and fortifying it. War is coming, and we need to be prepared."
Grobbit nodded in agreement, and the goblins set to work. They worked quickly and efficiently, using their knowledge of the land and their natural skills to rebuild the village. They used the trees and rocks to fortify the village, building walls and barriers to protect them from the oncoming army. Bob was amazed at their ingenuity and resourcefulness.
The goblins worked tirelessly, never tiring or complaining. Bob worked alongside them, doing his best to keep up with their pace. Days turned into weeks, and the village began to take shape. Walls and barriers were erected, and the buildings were repaired and fortified. The goblins had even built traps and obstacles to deter the enemy. They had created a formidable stronghold, ready to face the difficulty ahead.
As the last of the fortifications were completed, Bob stood back and surveyed their work. It was impressive. He turned to Grobbit and the goblins. "We have done well. Hopefully, this proves effective enough in our upcoming battle with War."
The goblins nodded in agreement, and Bob felt a sense of pride. He had found allies in the most unexpected of places, and together they had created something great. Bob knew that they would face great challenges ahead, but he was ready. He had faith in his new friends, and he was confident they could survive War's Army and defeat War himself!
With the village fortified and their spirits high, Bob and the goblins continued to train and prepare for the arrival of War and his army. They worked tirelessly day and night, perfecting their fighting skills and strategies. Bob watched with admiration as the goblins sparred with one another, their movements fluid and graceful. He could see the determination in their eyes, the fire of battle burning bright within them.
As they trained, Bob shared stories with them about his past battles and victories, and they in turn shared their own experiences and battle tactics. They learned from one another, growing stronger with each passing day. Grobbit and the Goblin Healers were working tirelessly to prepare for the upcoming war. Their focus was on producing as many potions and remedies as possible in advance to ease the burden on their limited resources. They understood that their Healers only had a finite amount of magical power, and it was important to conserve it for the most severe injuries.
By creating herbal tinctures and remedies ahead of time, they were able to ensure that minor wounds could be treated without expending precious MP. This was critical for their ability to remain effective in a battle, as they knew that they would be quickly overwhelmed if they burned through their MP on every minor cut and scrape. Despite the looming threat of war, Grobbit and the Goblin Healers remained focused and dedicated to their work, determined to be as prepared as possible for the challenges ahead.
In addition to their preparations for the battle, Grobbit and the Goblin Healers were also busy training new healers to join their ranks. They knew that they would need as many skilled healers as possible to tend to the wounded during the war. The new recruits were eager to learn and were quickly put to work, assisting with the production of potions and remedies. Grobbit took it upon himself to oversee their training, ensuring that they were properly trained and equipped to handle the stresses of war.
As the war drew closer, Grobbit and the Goblin Healers knew that their work was far from over. They continued to work tirelessly, preparing for the worst while hoping for the best. They hoped that the new recruits had learned enough of basic healing magic and the knowledge of herbal applications to help the effort of healing in this upcoming war.
Bob and the Goblins had been preparing for the worst for weeks. They had been preparing for the impending war, and they had taken every measure to protect themselves. They had reinforced their walls, stockpiled food and weapons, trained more healers, made potions and remedies, and trained their soldiers for battle. Despite their preparations, however, they were still caught off guard when the sound of a horn echoed through the village, announcing the arrival of the first of War's Armies.
Bob and the Goblins rushed to the parapets of their freshly fortified village walls, peering out at the horizon in disbelief. What they saw shocked them to their core. In the distance, they could see a massive army of soldiers charging toward their village, their weapons gleaming in the sunlight. The ground shook beneath their feet as the army approached, and Bob could feel his heart pounding in his chest. This feels too soon. Fuck, I hope the preparations were enough!
As the army drew closer, Bob could see that they were Goblins. This put another layer of fear on the Goblins, they knew they weren't actually their tribesmen, but they were Goblins. The Goblins looked at each other, fear etched on their faces. They had never seen such a massive army before, and they knew that they were in for the fight of their lives.
The sound of the horn grew louder as the army approached, and the Goblins braced themselves for the inevitable battle. Bob could see that his soldiers were nervous, but he knew that they were well-trained and well-equipped. He rallied his troops, shouting words of encouragement as they prepared to defend their village against this formidable foe.
"Listen up, my friends! Today, we stand at the brink of war against the fearsome War, The Horseman of Apocalypse, and his army of Goblins. It's easy to feel overwhelmed by their sheer numbers but remember that we have something they don't. This is your Home. You have determination and courage. Yes, they may have more soldiers than us, but we have something that they lack. You have me and the Summoners Rolodex "
Bob paused for a second.
"We may not have the same weapons and armor as them, but we have our intelligence and cunning, which we can use to our advantage. So let us not be afraid of the battle ahead. Instead, let us embrace it with open arms and fight with all our might. Show them what it means to be a true Goblin warrior, and let us stand together as one, united against our common foe. Remember, the outcome of this battle is not determined by the size of our army, but by the strength of our will. So let us go forth and fight with all our might, knowing that we are fighting for a just cause - the freedom and safety of your friends, your fathers, your mothers, and your children!"
Prepare for War! Fight side by side and defend your home. Help me defend your world from these fucking monsters! We will see the end of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse! We've already eliminated one, let's do it again!"
The Goblins cheered in cautious excitement. Emboldened by Bob's speech but still terrified of the fight to come. They knew It was going to be a brutal struggle, with lots of lives lost. But each and every Goblin from Soldier to Healer had a look of determination carved into their faces. They were ready for war!
As the first of War's Armies drew nearer, Bob and the Goblins could see that the goblin soldiers were heavily armed and well-trained. They were led by a fearsome commander, who rode atop what looked to be some sort of large wolf. The commander's armor glinted in the sunlight, and he carried a massive battle axe that looked like it could cleave a man in two with a single blow.
Bob and the Goblins exchanged glances, and they knew that they had their work cut out for them. They would have to fight with everything they had to defend their village and protect their people. The sound of the horn grew louder and louder, and Bob could feel his heart pounding in his chest.
This was it.
The battle had begun.