"Players often make their decisions by the moves the Gods make in their eternal games. But Monster make their own decisions, no matter savage they are. Yet, some monsters are more powerful than many players seem to believe; either they all now to "Eat, kill, multiply", or they are the most conniving, intelligent and dangerous beings that the world could ever see. But in all that wisdom, they become aware of the world around, the horrors of warfare and bloodshed, and it then the realize what game the God's play and who these Gods truly are. The become more human than those who live in this world. And for that, do they question the decision they've made in their existence...this, I did."
Chains rattle, fuses hiss, gears grind and motors growl. An entire factory was at work, making weapons that men could only dream about. Arms of steel and energy, impenetrable mechs, flying machines, and on top of all that, mechanical soldiers. And this factory was run by mysterious creatures who were planning something big. They were dressed in elegant robes, yet they bared fangs, the eyes of goats, platinum hair and red markings on their faces. They watched over the process of their weapons being forged at every segment and sequence. For them, it was going slowly, but what mattered was that it was working.
"We require more metal for the supply to be finished."
"Once it is complete, how long before the signal is broadcasted to the rest of the ancient weapons?"
Before that question could be answered, an alarm went off and everything went into emergency mode. A cloaked figure ran through the halls of the factory, holding something that was shining through his palm as ducked into another hall, avoiding guards at every corner.
"STOP HIM! WE CAN'T LET HIM ESCAPE!"
Guards ran and blasts of plasma energy were fired at the cloaked figure, who found himself running into an assembly line, where the flying machines were built for future use. They were in the shapes of V's and had two motors where the rider would place his feet to steer. Taking one of these gliders, the figure immediately took flight through a metal door as he was continued to fired upon. In the desert, were the sun beamed down on the dried earth, the glider flow through the heated air...before one of the engines that kept it airborne was shot at. The rider struggled to keep his balance he try to stall engine, hoping to stay in the air as long as could until he knew he was safe from the reach of his brethren. As much as he understood the grudge his people held against humans, he couldn't allow the genocide of other races as well. The earth belonged to the Goblins, he knew that well, but their world could not grow under an ocean of blood.
"I will not allow it...I will never allow it."
Reaching the edge of the desert, the figure discarded his withered cloak to reveal himself as a warrior in red armor and a helmet with a chrome faceplate, concealing everything but his pointed ears. On him were two swords, a broadsword at his belt and a long sword at his back, the only two weapons he seemingly had. Looking back into the wasteland he once considered home, he turned and ventured off into the wilderness, where there would no doubt the settlements of humans close by. But he had no quarrel with the mongrel race now, as now matter how far he was from the Goblin race, he had to keep moving...
6 days later, a group of Adventures were of on a mission that regard the wretched Goblin race. It seems Goblin activity has been increasing by the hour, sightings, encounters, new markings of their territory, it was almost frightening for the Adventurers' Guild with so many reports of these creatures coming up out of nowhere. Fortunately, there was one person who seemed excited to hear of such new, the one who would hold a vendetta against the savage cretins until his last breath. A Slayer of Goblins, he calls himself, allied with a young Priestess, a High Elf Archer, a Dwarf Mage and Lizardman Priest. While they find it tiring to see him constantly going after the green, goat-eyed vermin, they understand why he does this and are willing to put up with his intuition for as long as need be. However, these reports contained the knowledge of the Goblins using unknown weaponry, far more advanced than what most towns and settlements have now. Whatever the case, this did nothing to deter the Slayer and his party in their quest.
As of right now, the Slayer just finished dirtying his short sword with the blood of a well armored goblin. It was only a small band of the cretins, yet they fought like warriors with weapons the party had never seen before. The goblin that was just slayed wore armor and had metal gauntlets with steels claws on it. It took aiming his blade at the neck to ensure a clean kill. Their priestess had her leg cut by one of those Goblins before the Dwarf crushed him with a Stone Blast. The Lizardman was looking over her injury while the Slayer wiped the blood away, observing his handiwork. Their armor suffered several blows before he could land a fatal blow. That was concerning for him.
"And that makes 6." said the Goblin Slayer as he sheathed his weapon, while the High Elf archer scavenged her arrows from the bodies that fed on them.
"Is it me...or are these things getting harder to kill?" the High Elf said, pulling out one of her arrows.
"I think so. These weapons of theirs, blades, shields and armor, I've never seen anything like it." He took one of the swords the Goblins carried, a crimson metal handle that carried a wide-long blade that was engraved with filigree. And they swung these weapons, they glowed with blue energy. He wanted to believe it was some kind of sorcery, but he understood that it was something else entirely.
"G-Goblin Slayer." The Priestess said, getting the swordsman attention as she got up on her feet while the Lizardman tried to help her steady herself.
"Do not stress yourself. That wound rather deeply."
"I'll be fine." She said before turning the one in armor. "You once said that Goblins were able to learn from what they're shown, that they scavenge what they need to fight and survive."
"Yeah?"
"Is it possible they scavenged these weapons from some place?"
"...No. That is not possible. Not with these weapons."
"How can you tell?" The Archer asked, and the answer she was given was "Because, for one thing...these weapons were made recently."
Confused by what he meant, she got a look at the weapons herself and realize how clean and nicely done they were. Like they were fresh out of the forgery. That's not the only thing that caught the Slayer's attention, among the Goblin party, one of them stood out great. At first, he thought it was a hob, or perhaps even a champion, but this creature was something more unknown to him. It had a humanoid body with yellow skin, yet its face bared resemblance to a goblin with its mouth full of wolf-like fangs and goat-like eyes. The red markings that ran down its forehead were also something to take into question.
"This thing is a Goblin, but none like any I've ever seen." He said. The Dwarf walked over to him as asked "A new kind of breed, perhaps?"
"...I do not know."
"In any case, we should report back to the Guild." The Archer said, getting the casual "Yeah" as an agreement. But before they could move, something made Goblin Slayer halt.
"Wait." He said, making everyone come to a stop. "...Do you hear something."
They all listen and in fact did hear something coming their way. It didn't something like anything, but from the noise was getting closer, it was definitely something loud...not to mention in fast, as it sounded like it was moving in deep.
"...Get down!" He said, making the party hit the floor as something moved fast than they could comprehend, swooping by like a hawk the noise it made echoing through the wilderness. Before it was gone from their sight, the Slayer got a quick look and saw that it was a figure riding a flying object, And from how short that figure was...he had only a guess that it was what he hated.
"What the hell was that?" The Dwarf asked.
"I do not know...but I'm going after it." the Slayer said before running after the glider. "Hey, wait!" The Archer said, running after the stubborn adventure. What that thing was, they wouldn't know until later, when and where two worlds collide.
