Ever since the confrontation with Sam, the Wolf Boy has been following them yet again.
He was watching them use tactics to kill those goblins he had killed before as well.
This isn't his first time seeing Humans either, no not at all. The forest brings in a lot of travelers and hunters. Though he never actually interacted with them, he always watched.
He was never able to pick up their language, because he wasn't interested in the people.
Even though they looked the same, he always thought them a different species.
However when he saw Sam, there was something different. He wasn't normal, and for some reason his instincts told him that if he wanted to explore the world, it would have to be Sam to show him it.
As the adventurers came out of the cave with a map he's never seen them use before, he decided to follow in after they left so he could see what was in there.
He wouldn't lose the group, he had very good smell. In fact, that night they were watching him, he knew they were there. He just didn't want to fight so many Humans; unsure of the victory.
As he walked into the cave, with cold stone interiors tapping on his bare feet, and drops of dew descending onto his head, he saw something of interest.
A battered and cracked set of armor, most likely belonging to a lone knight these goblins butchered after they snared him.
He wanted to try the armor on.
As he tried to put it on, he realized it was too loose on him. He was just a boy of course, and being in the forest might give him extended growth in his strength, maybe not his size.
Though he took the armor off and remembered this place. He would be back later, and then he would wear that armor.
As he was leaving the cave, staring around as to make sure he wouldn't be ambushed by anything remaining after the smoke, he saw a shining glint under some rubble in the cave. Huge and small rocks crumbled covering something shining under it.
Goblins were notorious for liking anything that shines, maybe this was a prized possession.
As the boy picked up the rocks and dropped them elsewhere, he started to reveal something magnificent, a steel coated long sword. 3 feet in length, some parts of it now coated in dust, maybe partially because of the ruckus the goblins made on their way out of here. He lifted the sword and inspected it. As one might think, the sword might be damaged, like the amour, but on the contrary, it was perfect. It had no distinctive features, nothing to show where it came from, not like he'd know.
Even the rocks didn't damage it at all.
Maybe they were there just to hide it, there's no way a goblin can wield a sword the size of them.
The boy was a bit taller, about 170 centimeters. Although the sword in his hands was unsteady, soon he would learn about it.
With the sword in his hands, he leaves the cave, but with a different plan than before.
He goes in a different direction than from where he smells the group. He knows they don't trust him, maybe he can change that. He he starts the trek back towards the running stream.
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As he arrives there he searches for people nearby. His nose will be of no help near the stream.
As he finds nobody near, he takes off the dirty and filthy cloak, sets it near the riverbed and throws it on top of the sword.
He washes off the filth from himself and untangles his hair. As he finishes cleaning himself off he cleans the cloak as well, it's his only protective clothing.
When he is finished he lets the cloak dry on a treee branch while he picks up the sword.
He goes near a tree and clumsily swings.
*thwing~~~*
A vibration ringing itself through his body, although it made an indent.
He remembers the scene of Sam cutting down the 5 Goblins, and tries to take inspiration.
Another swing
*swoosh*
*thwunk*
Caught in the trunk again.
He realizes that Sam doesn't swing it like an axe, it's different.
This time it's different, he uses the tip of the blade to slash with.
As a result he has a more defined cut.
This goes on more a few more hours as the sun comes back up.
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Throwing on his dry, yet cold cloak, he realized it would be a hindrance holding the sword in his hands constantly. He needed something to hold. He'd need a Sheathe like he saw on Sam. He couldn't make one, but he could try and steal one.
————— Sitting up perched like a gargoyle, he waits for another adventuring group, though this time, he's not going to be as passive. He needs to choose his target carefully.
As he starts to get tired and drift asleep, a lucky chance has drifted to him, 3 people. A swordsman, a healer, and a mage. All easily identified by the sword, book, and staff in their respective hands.
Looking closely at them from high up, he assesses their abilities. The Swordsman didn't look terribly strong, the mage doesn't look very talented, and the healer, well, is just a healer.
They must be here to hunt for Goblins.
That just makes it all the while easier.
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As he follows them deeper into the forest for the next few days, he has started to grow bored, they weren't finding anything and all they did so far was camp and travel further.
Eventually, he saw a group of 3 goblins on a hunting party for food. He saw them, but the group didn't because he was higher up than them. Knowing that soon they might clash, he kept tree hopping until he was above the area he might fight.
A few minutes later, it happened, they caught sight of each other and before the group could gather their thoughts a goblin immediately charged forward looking to bring a meal back to his home.
The mage tried conjuring up a spell.
It worked, and the mage launched a fireball quickly hitting the Goblin furthest away. The Goblin immediately was charred whilst it screamed for help.
This time the swordsman swung at the goblin, but this one was too quick this time. The swing cuts off its arm but he sacrificed a hit to his lower abdomen, where the goblin moved around the short little dagger ripping open his flesh, spilling an organ out.
As the Goblin screeched in pain as well, the healer dragged the swordsman back and tried to heal the wound. It was up to the mage to finish off the 2 Goblins.
The goblin with its arm cut off was furious, and in a rage bolted forward with the last remaining Goblin. With both charging forward, and under the pressure of his two friends' lives in his hands. He shot another fireball, draining him of his energy.
*Swoosh*
*Crack*
Missed.
With all hope gone, he decided to pull out a short knife, unsure as to if his hand to hand could possibly defeat these two.
As the goblins still rushed forward, a figure fell down from the trees above. Cloaked in a wolf fur he swung the shining sword down at the healthy goblin, immediately splitting it into to and splattering blood everywhere.
The injured goblin, now unsure of what to do, tried to bolt away, but the cloaked figure threw the sword down into the ground and caught up to it immediately. He grabbed it by its head, Goblin snarling at him, and he grabbed its lower jaw and upper jaw and pulled back with all his strength. As its mouth was tore apart, the boy went back to the group of 3 and picked up its sword and stole the sheathe from the swordsman.
With the new utility acquired, he walks off and has another thought as he turns around once more as he tries to talk
He points at them
"You"
Points at himself
"Me"
He makes a snapping motion with his hand
"Speak"