Life of a Goblin
Disclaimer- Neither me not my friend own D&D. However my friend does own this story and characters. So here, I own nothing!
Chapter 1:
A.N.- Hello, my name is Jack. I know a lot about D&D, I play a lot as a goblin, mostly as mages and warriors. So, I admit, I die A LOT, in D&D, but it is still fun. I will replay my D&D on paper. Okay, so let's explain more about my knowledge, and how long I've been playing. My knowledge is limited, but that is because I'm a stickler to mage, archer, and warrior. Some people say ranger, but I like to go old-school. My main character is an archer. I have been playing roughly 2 and 1/2 years, (AD: Go to Fantastic Games in Columbiana, OH, to play D&D on Wednesday nights at 6 pm, $3.50 to play!) Alright, enough about me in real life, let us go to my character, Tuur Uk, (My real name was actually JackAwesome, but give me a break, I was nine.)
We start out in the woods, with Tuur Uk running for his life.
"Pant, Pant, Pant" Why won't these Elven robbers just give up?" I ask myself, as I quickly notch an arrow and fire into the trees behind me. I start running again and hear a loud "THUMP" as an Elven body falls out of the trees. I keep on sprinting, I see a dead tree with an hollow in it, easily big enough to hold a fit goblin with leather armor, an dagger, and a bow and arrows. I pick up speed and dive into the hole shoulder first with ease. I see rhe Elves run past. But, one stops and he checks my hole, I pull him in and stab him to death with my dagger. Stupid Elves with their great hearing. They heard the rustle and the muffled screaming. The rest of the elves come back and capture me, ( I did kill a few more in the process though).
One says, obiously the leader, in sleek common "Time for you to please the king".
A.N.- Hope you enjoyed my friends first chapter! Please review! Endrew and Jack the Goblin out!