"Shimbly can't believe he agreed" sulked a green skinned monster.
Shimbly was a goblin the second to lowest of monsters only beating the slimes in ranking, he was in turmoil because he had drank too much at the gathering of mythical monsters and let his mouth run.
"Shimbly needs to stop talking" grimaced the goblin looking at his chosen champion.
A slobbish sack of crap even by goblin standards, this was not a person of his choosing.... it was a person Urbark the strongest of dragons had chosen.
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"Shimbly you vile little stain, you keep going on and on about your races unlimited potential for evolution everytime we have a meeting of heads but if your potential is so high then why have you never risen to defeat me or any of the other races. I have grown tired of your baseless bragging, if you are so certain of your races then let's have a contest." suggested Urbark causing the drunk Shimbly to smile wickedly.
"Shimbly agrees, you overgrown lizards always acting so superior." responded Shimbly causing the dragon to narrow its eyes.
"Then you agree to a duel" smiled Urbark as flames built at the back of his throat.
"Shimbly not a fool, I suggest a game of champions" shouted the goblin causing those gathered monsters to widen their eyes.
"Champions, are you serious" asked Urbark in surprise.
"Is you scared of losing to little goblins" provoked Shimbly causing Urbark to reaffirm himself as he sipped his own liquor.
"Scared, your arrogance is soaring higher than my brethren. I agree to your game of champions, in fact everyone join. It'll make this more entertaining" suggested the Dragon.
"Shimbly chooses your champion though" smiled the goblin causing the dragon to growl.
"Then I will choose yours" countered Urbark as a giant ancient looking crystal ball rose from the ground.
...
Shimbly wished he could remember what happened after that but he was too drunk and had been blacked out.
The goblin sighed in dismay as he gestured with his hands causing some lesser goblins of the basic variety to follow up behind him. In their hands ropes could be seen, it seemed they planned to take their champion by force.
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The aforementioned champion was lugging his obese figure in the summer heat, sweating profusely as he did so. Walking through the streets he received looks of disgust as he went but he seemed untethered by it.
It was just another day in his life however unknown to him his life was about to change forever, it happened as he walked past an alley numerous ropes shot out like tentacles and snatched him from the sidewalk.
His squeals reminiscent of a pig to slaughter.
"Shimbly it's heavy" grunted one the goblins as they continued dragging the slob of a person into a mysterious tunnel that closed behind them as they became submerged.
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"Shimbly greets piggy champion, you is to be given the honor to be master of goblins" started Shimbly only to be interrupted by muffled pig like squealing.
"Who gagged it, good thinking" commended the goblin leader.
"You are to be undergo binding ritual immediately before it changes mind" explained Shimbly speaking as if the slobbish youth chose this path willingly.
The youth in question wriggle with all his might. causing the goblins dragging him to struggle to drag him.
Shimbly seeing this brandished a dagger.
"It goes quietly or it loses fingers" growled Shimbly growing tired of the fuss.
The youth fell silent at this threat making the process a good bit smoother.
..... a silent journey later.....
Shimbly finally drug the waste of flesh to a circle with occult symbols all around it.
"Strom bring blood of ancestors" commanded the goblin with determination.
It was a waste of the valuable treasure of the goblins but it was a dire situation.
It didn't take much time to gather the requested items and a pained expression covered his face as he removed the youths gag and pinched his nose.
"You better not waste this opportunity, Shimbly needs you to evolve and be strong champion" stated the goblin somberly.
The youth had no time to question it as numerous vials of blood were dumped down his throat and forced to swallow. Soon a burning flooded his being and his stomach became sick, his bones began snapping and his skin crawled.
"Fight it, become Shimbly master, become all Goblin master!!!!!!" encouraged the goblin with a fire in his eyes.
However the youth passed out and seemed lifeless causing the goblin to drop his head in defeat. This meant he would be forced to forfeit the game.
Leaving the circle Shimbly was going to have the corpse taken away but the second his foot left the circle the eyes of statues across the domain of goblins began to glow and beams of light were shot towards the youth.
Shimbly was in awe.
'This isn't how a master is to be made, what is happening' questioned Shimbly as he watched the body continue its transformation however the amount of power being produced was far more intense than before.
"You little mongrel" came the growl as the youth began to move his arms which were beginning to thin along with his gut.
The beams of energy had since switched their destination instead seemingly being devoured by the youth.
"You're gonna regret making me your master" came the snarl as his ears gained slight point and his teeth did the same.
"You want to see an evolution I'm going to evolve my foot in your ass" growled the youth as he he seemed to take a deep inhale causing the statues to start cracking as the beams began to drain whatever force was at work.
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Soon the statues crumbled and the youth in the circle was standing transformed into an entirely different person. Where there was once a fat waste of flesh stood a lean figure with pointed ears and odd double pupils.
"Well come here Damn it, you little bastard." growled the youth as he locked eyes on Shimbly.
"H-hob goblin" stuttered Shimbly in shock as he gulped noticeably.
The goblin didn't have time to soak up what he was seeing before he was drop kicked.