A normal nap later, the time was almost routine. Munch, rest, munch, then OMG WHAT THE HECK IS THAT!
A small creature had entered the cave! An intruder! Then the collective fate of this animal was decided. IT SHALL BE SNACK! IT SHALL BE ENEMY! IT SHALL BE PILLOW! The various cults all thought of the animals uses. The ruling cult had a particularly interesting idea for it. It shall be servant? Yes, I know, a general lack of shouting usually indicates less enthusiasm, but this group could perhaps have the most reasoning out of all of them. So like their namesake, warriors from the warrior cult rose, rocks in hand. Indeed 8 proud goblins had been the first to challenge the beast. This also inadvertently lead to the claiming of the beasts fate for the warrior cult. What would a group of goblins who love to battle do with a smaller, weaker, and less numerous creature? Simple. ATTACK! A powerful rock launch from a young goblin whizzed past the animal. (Cant expect a goblin to have the mystical never miss plot armor of all protagonists. Like seriously in all those books and novels, it says at the beginning of the fight, the chance of victory is zero, or even injuring a enemy would be impossible. Yet when they fight, regardless of their origins, they have the power of a special forces operative, the mind of an idiot, and plot armor of the mc in a zombie movie. Jesus sorry for the rant. Sometimes this will happen. If a chapter is abnormally long, expect a rant or story. Afterall, I am the greatest orchestrator of storytime ever. Enjoy the chapter) The animals now acknowledged the presence of HOLY MOLY WHY ARE THERE SO MANY!!? (The rabbits thoughts) Swiftly, these thoughts were stopped, as a barrage of rocks assailed it. Over 6 rocks had been launched simultaneously. Even Mr. Goblin could only resist so much. This poor creature got its front leg rendered inoperable. 3 rocks missed. One lucky sniper, no doubt a marksman of the highest caliber, had put a blow directly into the leg of the creature. The last had fallen short, this goblin was most definitely getting kicked from the cult after this. Attempting to retreat, it bounded quickly backwar.....WHAM!
From the little cave, like a falling meteor, a rock destined for destruction embedded itself in the creatures now concaved skull. The shot, was from Mr. Goblin. The beast had awoken.
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"We have failed sister."
"It was truly shameful."
"What manner of creature dare awaken the poor old man?"
"That scum had roused his nap. We should exterminate them."
"Where did they come from?"
"Did you not see? The entrance was breached."
"What of the external ones?"
"Since a creature got through, they have most likely fallen."
"Truly a napsworth of bad news."
"We need to defend the elder from harm more. I suggest we send a formation of soldiers to the exit."
"I agree. I volunteer as squad leader."
"Nay, you received 7 shrooms last nap, yet I only received 5. As a matter of fairness, sister, I should be squad leader."
"He only got more because he is stronger. The strongest fighter is the right fighter."
"Very well, brother, please lead some people to defend the entrance."
A series of orders followed. This conversation was repeated somewhat throughout every cult. There was a drive to defend the cave. Almost 56 goblins had assembled into a war party. Such unrivaled fury. Such power. Such numbers! In the party 22 members were of the warrior cult, 10 from the munches and the naps respectively, 6 from the fanatics, 2 from the thinkers, and finally 6 from the undecideds. Truly a powerful war force. Time to exterminate the filthy xeno..... wrong book... animals.