Ryth walked with the destination of Maevair town, about a 2 hour walk from his current position. He was rather elated at his success, but also hesitant from the noise of earlier. Unbeknownst to him, the goblin troop from before was coming his way.
Earlier, the goblins had fought off the wolf that attacked as a grey-streak, and had lost 2 of their friends doing so. {Ouch, Boontho lost his friends...} In their minds, they quite clearly blamed the tree-walking human from before, and when they heard the screams of joy before, they raced to their adversary. Now, they follow...
After about 10 minutes, Ryth felt the tingling of intuition creeping down his back. A sense of danger stalking him was undeniable, and while he may not be a genius, he was smart enough to trust his instincts and unconscious mind, with such a high wisdom stat proving the fortitude of his unconscious. He began to jog, while still cautiously checking ahead, as he couldn't shake the feeling of danger from behind, and kept checking behind him.
Eventually a rustling made itself clear, and a Goblin with a leather strip bandages around its foot and one eye screwed shut leapt out onto the path behind. {...that's Boontho, right?} It sniffed once with its long narrow nose, and took a few steps forward as its dark eyes settled on Ryth.
Ryth felt the malice, the anger in those eyes, as two more goblins leapt out, each armed with a hatchet, as the injured leader raised a hatchet in either hand. Ryth didn't even try to hold a notion of directly fighting. He just bolted away. A shrill cry sounded out behind as the goblins ran after him. Although a toe may indeed be missing, the leader was fueled by revenge, and outpaced its companions {go Boontho!} quite quickly. As it raced after Ryth, he felt the weight of his bag filled with gathered herbs, vials of venom, Adventurers ID, bank crystal and money pouch, not to mention giant-*ss spider legs. The leader was catching up {yeah! Go break his legs Boontho!}.
So Ryth decided, and suddenly dived off to the side, winding through the trees. The leader went to follow, but it's stump of a toe slammed into a root, {ouch. Poor Boontho can't get a break} and the pain cut through all the adrenaline holding it together, and it rabidly collapse, slamming head first into a tree, knocked unconscious.
It's two companions raced past, each with a hatchet of their own, and with their small size they moved faster, not needing to duck under branches constantly. Ryth swerved back towards the path, throwing off his pursuers for just a few seconds longer. As he felt his limbs becoming exhausted, he threw his Mana into his muscles in desperation.
Suddenly he felt the exhaustion go away as new energy pounded throughout him.
(Hey! I just cast a stamina recovery spell! Wait this isn't the place to celebrate this!)
As the other two slowly got back towards him, he continued feeding energy into himself, but felt his low supply of mana already draining. Fast recovery was nice, but at level 1, there's no way it would match output. He looked back at the tiring goblins, and a plan began to form. He slowed his pace so they would keep up, and continued leading them down the path.
Over the 2 minutes of straight-up sprinting, the two small guys were getting pretty exhausted. Farther and farther they went, deeper and deeper, as he led them on. Finally one collapsed, and as the sound reached Ryth's ears, he smiled in a sudden, terrifying grin. He spun on the palm of his foot, and drew both dagger and knife into his hands, running at the suddenly surprised goblin.
The goblin made a weak attempt at lifting its hatchet, but Ryth easily side stepped to the right, avoiding the clumsy move made in exhaustion, and using the dagger in his left hand, drew the blade straight across the tiny green throat as he nearly bent double in a crouching run past it, reaching down to the wiry neck. The dagger sank into the goblin flesh, and red blood followed its line across the entire side of that neck. When the main artery was cut, blood flew as if a sudden fan spread out from the neck, and Ryth went past it all, racing to the second goblin on the ground. As it looked up at its companions mortal wound, the 2nd goblin only had enough time to register its fate before Ryth's right hand, holding his knife in a reverse-grip, stabbed right through the goblins skull, killing it instantly.
The first goblin sank to its knees, nerveless fingers dropping its hatchet, and a horrible gurgling noise came from its throat as it collapsed, the leaves around it stained red. Ryth stood from the 2nd kill, and grabbing his knife, pulled it from the skull of the second goblin, and wiped off the grey matter onto the bark of a nearby tree. After then wiping it down with the cloth still stained by spider-blood, he drew closer to his recent kills to check for loot. Alas, not including the hatchets and leather loincloths, nothing was present upon their persons except a human ring on one hand, likely taken from a murdered human. Ryth took the plain silver band with a shrug, pocketing it so the somewhat bright gleam couldn't attract attention. Then he turned about, and continued following the path back to Maevair Town.
Any who passed by would be stricken by shock at this figure, dressed in his brown cloak, with a bag on his back with spider legs poking out the top, a bared dagger strapped to his chest, a knife at his hip, and goblin blood soaked into not just a little of his clothing. Take in the contentedly happy expression, and the feral joy in his eyes, and you could be forgiven for thinking him to be the monster of the past encounters. not even mentioning the shaking arms and legs as his adrenaline burned throughout him.
Meanwhile, the leader of the trio case to with a large knot on its head {BOONTHO LIVES!!!} and looked about in a daze. Slowly it drew itself to its feet, and seeing no hide nor hair of friend nor foe, headed back to the hidden Goblin Outpost. As to what lay in its future, that is still shrouded in mystery...