Thread: The Elf and the Goblin {darkest_fate&AvalonsGuardian}

The Eye of Delfer Mae was said to be an artifact of untold power. It had been lost to the ages, buried in the wild lands located beyond the reach of most civilizations. Even the most recent records could do no more than to suggest a vague direction for it, to state that it had been cast aside where no being of light would dare to find it. In many ways, the Eye had therefore passed into legend, become something whispered about by old men and even older elves. Surely there had been no such actual item. Why would there be a magical treasure that could potentially bring together entire nations? The Eye had supposedly been torn out of the great dark god in eons past, then wielded by hero after hero, saving the world from the dark god. The first had been the founding point for the legend of the nine heroes, supposedly drawn from all the races of the world to fight against the world ending powers. It had been the founding point for several civilizations, until, as that record showed, someone had taken it into the dark wastes on some fool's errand. Of course, Bright Rock didn't know about any of that. His people were technically one of the major civilizations and had contributed to the heroes and that old quest and what have you, but that wasn't really anything that they'd kept up with throughout the years. Some of the stories got passed down from shaman to shaman, mostly about how at one point in time the goblins had stood shoulder to shoulder with all the bigger races, those that kept looking down upon them, spitting and cursing whenever one of them drew near. Bright Rock had grown up listening to these stories, of course, but he'd never really given them too much thought. He'd been much more focused on what he considered the major necessities of life fucking, eating, fucking, treasure-stealing, and fucking. Sure, Bright Rock might not be the most stunning of figures. In fact he was actually rather short for even his people, looking like a fairly short child. Except that children didn't generally have eight inches of meat hanging between their legs. Bright Rock prided himself on having the largest member of his warren. Not only was it long enough that any goblin female that climbed upon it would essentially turn into a meat-sicle but its girth would stretch out many holes as well. Yes, it looked as disgusting as the rest of him green and a little scabby cleanliness not being a major issue, but there was no denying its impressive stature. Said warren happened to be in those dark lands as stated above. At some point it had probably just been a cave, maybe even one of those filled with treasure. Brave goblins would often find bits and baubles stored in nooks and crannies. Bright Rock's second best skill, after pleasuring females, was his ability to find such trinkets and whatnot. That these adventures often put him far away from the main living areas of his warren certainly helped matters. Sometimes the mates or fathers or brothers or grandfathers weren't so pleased to find that Bright Rock had been servicing their females. So it served him best to disappear for a while. This turned out to his favor when he'd returned to his warren to find the place utterly destroyed. Some group had clearly come through and killed everyone that wouldn't run. Bodies had been strewn across walkways, innocent males and females and even some children laying about in scattered heaps. Bright Rock had grown used to this sort of thing adventurers and even most monsters saw goblins as being on the bottom of the food chain. So Bright Rock, like most of his people, had gotten used to being sneaky and clever and hiding whenever something came near. Which was why it was somewhat surprising to find so many bodies about. Sure, there were the really young and the handful of older goblins old in goblin terms was middle-aged by most races' estimation. But there were a lot of healthy individuals too. Someone had been looking for something. Bright Rock had picked through the debris, gathering what he could. He knew there were other warrens in the hills he'd visited one or two with groups in the past. So he'd just have to search there. Though first, he fully intended to completely raid his home. It was as he was raiding that he stumbled across the Eye. Not that Bright Rock knew it as such. He'd simply found the thing in the back of a home he'd visited a time or two. He'd checked to see if the fairly attractive resident happened to still be about, and found a nook that he recognized as something that younglings and other small goblins would use to stash away goodies. He'd clambered right in, seeing as there wasn't anyone about. What he'd pulled out had completely mesmerized him, causing him to gape and stare at the thing in his clutches. it had flashed a brilliant light, blinding him, causing him to pull back and howl. He came to as he felt something nudging against him. Groaning he shifted, blinking and looking up. His yellow eyes closely took in someone tall standing above him... and what he thought might be clear sky? He couldn't tell the brightness was still getting to him. And his chest hurt for some reason. Bright Rock placed a hand on his chest, surprised to find something much harder than his skin. He started patting it down, only dimly aware that whatever it was standing over him was making noises. That was definitely secondary to finding out whatever had stuck into his body and apparently teleported him? Maybe?