Ok, people, I kinda changed this lil penguin's accent so no, it's not a bunch of careless typos. SO DON'T YELL A ME FOR IT!!! This kinda branches off from my other 2 stories as you will soon see in chapter 2. Now, on to the story!
The Last Penguin Reaper
Frozen Wasteland
1
He trudged through the vast wastelands of the north eastern cold lands. He was trying to make for the great peaks of the snow giants and make sure the dark paladins got what they deserved. If only the few dark paladins would hold out against this dark and frozen climate til he reached it. The path behind him was already covered in frozen statues. His scythe was with the leader of these dishonorable paladins. They will pay for their insolence…
"The foolish palydinz weel get their dezzerrts!!! Hehehe!"
The great mountains of Drados lay before the last penguin reaper in all the realms. He took a glance to his rear and flanks to see that no hobgoblins were near. They always were around the foot of the mountain, it would be no fun at all if they beat up the paladins and not let the great ice dragon have her fun… No no, that wouldn't do at all.
"Well, if I'm to stop these gobbies from springing a twap on de palydinz. Derz onwee one ding to doez; spring de trap…"
The crafty penguin reaper could only think of one thing…
"Hey hobo gobbies! I know you know dat I've got lots of coinz on I that is always right next to myz cans of whoop azz I always got in store fo you hobo gobbies!"
…It worked.
The next second hob goblins poured out of the crevices with spears, nets, and rusty swords. They all charged at the reaper and hurled their nets and spears. They all danced their dances of death at that little penguin reaper. But it still didn't change the fact that…
…They're still gonna get owned.
He hopped out of the way and caught a spear and easily flattened the nearest hob goblins. He then hurled the spear and caught another, another goblin lashed out with dual swords. The penguin sidestepped and crouched beneath the swings and nimbly stomped on the nearest sword to have it fly from the ground to his flipper. He hurled at the attacker and ran the next hob goblin through. The battle continued til all the hob goblins were pushing up daisies.
The penguin quickly tucked in a few severed limbs off the goblins into his cloak to save as an offering. He took a dagger and shoved it alongside them. He then quickly took off up the path knowing that the paladins would be near soon; if any were left. The penguin made extra care that his steps were extra deep, you know. Due to the blizzards and snow!
The great dragon Dirgrast was growing hungrier by the moment. All he had for a meal that day was a dwarf and whatever that thing was that was even shorter than a dwarf with elf ears and a humanoid like body. It was playing jokes on the dragon and went a little too far with the fat jokes. Ye know what I mean. The dragon was very confused when he saw a penguin reaper on her doorstep.
"Oh great Dirgrazt, I humbly offer you dis hob goblin meat. Don't worry, I already seasoned it zo it doeszn't taste too dull for youz."
The dragon was surprised that that little power house of dread and fear even knew the draconic tongue. Well, that answered 1 question, yet so many remained. The penguin explained his reasoning about the paladins that would normally easily kill a dragon. But be weak, cold, and hungry from the climb on this arctic mountain.
The great dragon had no choice but to agree to this evil penguin's orders, or she would suffer the wrath of the now recently extinct penguin reaper clan. But she didn't know that this reaper was the last of his kind. If she had know that, this would be a really short story…