Fallen Stars
Mystery Twenty-Six
Hobnob With Me!!
As Vega goes his way, Draco and Wrath go their way.
Wrath: Why didn't you go East with Vega?
Draco: This way looked quicker on the map.
Wrath: Suuure. You just want to see the Hobgoblins like me.
Draco: Haha, maybe.
After ten minutes of walking, they are surrounded by trees and a strange mist is circling them.
Draco: We're here, huh?
Wrath: You can keep going, I got this.
Draco: I want to at least see them first.
A loud voice speaks over them.
???: Leave here! And go back to those bastard Goblins!
Draco yells out.
Draco: Is there that much of a difference between Hobgoblins and Goblins!?
Wrath hears a noise from the right.
Wrath: Something's coming.
A small bomb comes flying in, with Draco and Wrath barely dodging, it explodes with a huge blast! Draco covered his face with his arms.
Draco (concerned): All that from that small bomb?!
Wrath: They don't care about their home, they'll just bomb us out. C'mon, Draco.
The two start running toward the voice.
Draco: Where are we going exactly?
Wrath: The voice. He sent them to us, I'll make him pay for it!
Draco: I can't see anything in this mist.
Wrath: I could use my electricity, but that could draw the Army here.
Three bombs come flying in from the direction they are running towards. They both jump out of the way letting them explode!!
Draco: If that keeps happening, that will attract the Army.
Wrath: I'll use it then. I can search the area, hold on.
Wrath charges up.
Wrath: **Low Voltage: Discharge**
The electricity looms around the area shocking four people out of the mist.
Wrath: I found four.
Draco: Nice.
They both run toward the fallen creatures.
Wrath: What the hell are they...
They both see four little creatures covered in brown fur. With pointy ears, and a snout nose with snotty noses. Wrath steps on one's foot.
Wrath: Which one of you is the voice?!
All four of them were completely shocked, unable to move. But one musters up some words.
???: *Snort* It was I, Stroganoff!
Wrath: ...Weird name. Why were you trying to kill us?
Stroganoff: You came from that bastard Goblin Territory! We thought they hired you to come to kill us!
Wrath: Nope, we came for something else.
Stroganoff: What other reasons?!
Wrath: To create an alliance. To beat the Army here.
Stroganoff: To beat the… I refuse!
Wrath: What! Why?!
Draco: Haha, it seems you will have a handful. I'm taking off, Wrath.
Wrath: Alright.
Draco walks away, onward to the Trolls.
Wrath: Now! Join us!
Stroganoff: No!
Wrath getting mad.
Wrath: Why not?!
Stroganoff: Forget the Goblins!
Wrath sighs.
Wrath: Well, who is the leader of the Hobgoblins? Take me to him.
Stroganoff: *Snort* I won't join because that bastard Wellington took my wife!
Wrath: What?
Stroganoff starts crying and snorting. Wrath laughs under his breath.
Wrath: Yahahaha.
Wrath mentally shakes out of it.
Wrath: Are you the leader of this Village?
Stroganoff is still crying.
Wrath: Ay! Snap out of it!
Stroganoff rubbed his eyes and nose.
Stroganoff: Huh?
Stroganoff looks up at Wrath. And Wrath with a menacing smile.
Wrath: I hate it when people keep crying.
Stroganoff coughs to get his voice right.
Stroganoff: I shouldn't cry…
Wrath: Damn right. Crying is for the pissants.
Wrath lets his foot off of Stroganoff.
Wrath: So, take me to the leader.
Stroganoff: *Snort* I can do that. I'm just the Head of Defense for Charcoal.
**Stroganoff**
City: Stephano
Charcoal Village's Head of Defense
Race: Hobgoblin
The other three Hobgoblins get up behind Stroganoff. All with brown fur and snotty noses.
Poivre: Are we taking him there?
Galbi: Yeah, are we?
Rinderbraten: We better not be.
Stroganoff: We'll see what the Chief says.
The four of them walk into Charcoal from the woods. All the houses are dark black. Streetlights illuminate the area.
Wrath: How far til his house?
Stroganoff: It is right here.
They come up to a small house.
Wrath: I can't fit in there. Tell him to come out.
Stroganoff: I will. You three stand guard.
Rinderbraten: Yes, sir!
Stroganoff goes into the house.
Wrath: Will the Chief listen to me?
Poivre: She might.
Wrath: She?
Wrath looks around and sees a lot of Hobgoblins walking up to him.
Bitterballen: Are you with the Army, sir? We just gave you someone the other day.
Wrath gets off an insensitive impression.
Wrath: No, I'm not.
Bitterballen: What do you want then?!
Wrath: Relax, I came to talk to your leader, not you. Shrimp.
Wrath's impression has Bitterballen mad, he's clenching his fists.
Stroganoff walks out of the house with a larger creature behind him.
Stroganoff: *Snort* This is our Village Chief, Loaf.
Loaf: Hiya!
Standing a foot taller than the rest of the Hobgoblins, Loaf does a big smile.
**Loaf**
City: Stephano
Charcoal Village's Chief
Race: Hobgoblin
Wrath: (She's a hype one.) I want to kno-
Loaf interrupts.
Loaf: Stro already told me. We'll help!
Rinderbraten: *Snort* But Chi-
Loaf interrupts, again.
Loaf: Ah, I already decided.
Rinderbraten: (....)
Wrath sees Rinderbraten, grit his teeth.
Wrath: (Hmm.) Why are you so for it, but your people aren't?
Loaf: We're on good terms with all the other races, but the goblins.
Wrath: I know what happened to Stroganoff, but what about the rest?
Loaf: It happened to all of them. All of their wives left them for goblins.
Wrath (laughs): Damn. Why?
Loaf: You probably already know, but we have to sell off our people to the Army here.
Wrath: Yeah, I know that.
Loaf: Well, us Hobgoblins sold more than what was needed, since the Army has been here. So later on, the wives feared being sold off, so they took off to the Goblins' territory.
Wrath raises an eyebrow.
Wrath: Shouldn't you all be mad at yourselves…?
Stroganoff comes in front of Wrath.
Stroganoff: No, fuck that! Fuck Wellington!
Stro gets angrier and angrier.
Loaf: Someone calm him down.
Three Hobgoblins gather around Stroganoff calming him down.
Wrath: How long has the Army been here?
Loaf: At least six years.
Wrath: I have to ask this for Vega. Do you have any paths? And what's your Special Trait?
Loaf: Ah, so you know some things, I don't know what paths are, but Hobgoblins are Master Craftsmen. That's our trait. We specialize in explosions.
Wrath: Oh yeah, that makes a lot of sense. These guys with bombs attacked us.
Loaf: Attacked?
Loaf slaps the back of Stroganoff's head.
Loaf: Didn't I say don't attack people that aren't Goblins?!
Stroganoff: Awk! I thought they worked with the Gobs!
Stroganoff rubbed his head.
Wrath: Well, we do. Kinda.
Stroganoff: See!
Loaf: You said, "we". Where are your friends?
Wrath: One went to the Knockers, and the other went to talk to the Trolls.
Loaf: The Trolls…
Wrath: Something wrong?
Loaf: It should be fine…. if your friend can communicate.
Wrath: I'm sure Draco will be fine.
Loaf: Draco is his name?
Wrath: Oh. I never did introduce myself. My name is Wrath! The friend who went to the Trolls is Draco, and the one who went to the Knockers is Vega.
Loaf: Wrath... Nice to meet you.
Wrath: Same to you. Now. Let's get ready to take out the Army!
Loaf: Yeah, let's!
Loaf and Wrath shake hands, both smiling.
Wrath: To think, I was the first to get people on board.
The Hobgoblins get happy.
Wrath: One last thing. Why is every village named related to dirt?
Loaf: Dirt?
Wrath: Yeah, you know, the ground. Dirt.
Wrath points down.
Loaf: I don't know what you're referencing.
Wrath: You even have a hill named "Dirt Hill." Aren't all hills made of dirt?
Loaf looks confused.
Wrath: Am I the only one who notices this?
Wrath looks around. All the Hobgoblins look at each other in confusion.
Wrath: Oh well.
Wrath sighs and lowers his head in disbelief.
[Hobgoblins acquired]
[Wrath Has The Hobgoblins On Their Side!
How Vega Is Doing?!]
Mystery 26 Fin