High Elf Slayer

Author notes.

A berry mature fanfic for adults only, revolving around High Elf Archer and the roll of the dice.

Meaning to write it, I came up with a set of rules that would automate what could happen in the fanfic. You can find the rules in my profile description, and I suggest reading them since this fanfic is written with the readers knowing the rules in mind.

But for those who want an idea of what that means before having to read all that. It could mean this fanfic could end on this very chapter or the one next to it, or it could reach two dozens.

It means High Elf Archer could breeze through a chapter soloing dozens of goblins all by herself or she could get captured in every chapter and end getting caught up in a goblin lemon in every chapter.

So, I say this for your own good, if you're sensible or the beginning of Goblin Slayer bothers you, this fanfic isn't for you.

Me though? I think that's great world building!

This fanfic is for those who like the ryona genre and want an actual run dictated by the roll of the dice with zero plot armor to save the characters.

So, go read the rules at my profile description and come back here if you want to read it. Otherwise I really can't stress enough, don't go any further. This will easily be my most hardcore fanfic ever written.

But I can promise it's going to be fun too!

Anyways, enjoy the story.

Nest 1

Part 1

Day 1, nest power of 29.

A dark hollow mountain. A complex of tunnels each darker than the next. The air humid and the walls moldy and smooth, with small pools forming over the floor.

Splash.

Ran the step of an agile and nimble adventurer as she searched for her missing party members.

Unbothered by the darkness, she moves through the damp cave as easy as she would in daytime open skies.

"Stupid Orcbolg just couldn't help himself from collapsing the goblin fortress!" She felt the need to whine first and foremost.

The slender heroine, High Elf Archer makes her triumphant entrance.

Flatter than a lawyer anvil, skin pale and mint colored hair long in the back and short in the front, with two braids at the side. Long pointy perky ears and eyes matching her hair.

Her tall and slender frame clad in a sleeveless corset of primary white cream and forest green, cinnamon shade shorts, a detachable black sleeve to guard her bow arm, a pair of uneven black gloves, thigh-high boots matching her other-wear and a brown hood.

Her weapon of choice firmly held on her left, a long carved wooden bow with a thread woven from spider silk.

Fastened at waist height a quiver with a max load of 30 arrows, now down to 19 from the last encounter preceding the landslide.

The high elf rolled a right hand over both flanks of her corset to ensure she hadn't lost her small knives, and gave a long huffy sigh.

Much to her exhaustion and dismay, her friend had done it again.

They had an unwritten set of rules which grew larger with each goblin guest, and her friend just kept finding loopholes and setting loose all mayhem.

This time, in the form of a landslide which forced her to take shelter inside the caves, but at the expense of getting separated from her party members.

Landslides where clearly and extensively prohibited in their unwritten rules for over a year now.

"It's not a landslide. It's a fortress collapse. The landslide is just a side effect." So she heard.

The excuses irk on her pretty face, but the fear of getting crushed forced her to hightail it out of there before being given a chance to retort.

As she jogs through the cave with a muffled step, her long pointy ears perk up.

"Hmm…" She hums.

Her stride coming to a stop, she began to listen carefully. No one could match a high elf when it comes to hearing.

The cave stretches long in twist and turns that she couldn't see the source of the noise but she understood in which direction it was coming from.

The sound of steps, ones she was familiar with but rather wouldn't want to deal with for the rest of her long elven years.

These where goblins, numerous ones at that. About half a dozen, and something big was walking along with the group.

It was time to beat a quiet retreat, she thought.

Mere goblins as they where, High Elf Archer hadn't reached the silver rank among adventurers by being careless. Once a battle broke out there wouldn't be an easy getaway, and there's no telling if even more goblins than this group would find their way to her.

Better to keep up her stealth as she searches for her party members. Then that lunatic— friend of hers could come up with a plan.

In the meantime, her hearing and the innate night vision of the high elf race weren't just for show, and she kept a talisman to hide her scent ever since the weirdo started smearing her in goblin guts.

She was practically undetectable.

As she silently flees the scene, High Elf Archer chuckles and reminisces of the stories she reads in her spare time.

The ones about heroines such as herself, like the amateurish demi-human lawyer or the playful suspicious-creature blonde that fumble and catch an ass whooping wherever there's the need to fight in the dark.

Such cheap tricks weren't going to work on her though.

She puffed up her modest bosom in pride.

HEA turned on her back and hurried the pace for a few meters before coming to a stop again.

"No way…" She heard steps once more.

Fate wasn't on her side that day, as now there where steps echoing from the way she came, forming a pincer attack through the long tunnel with her in the middle.

And soon the steps started picking up into running from both sides.

"Drats!" The poor heroine cried.

Goblin grunts and shrieks rang through the cave. There was excitement in the howls of the little creatures, they had heard something coming from further ahead in the tunnel and where eager to find out who it is.

High Elf Archer pinched the bridge of her perfect nose.

It was always the nonsense when it comes to goblins.

She herself had stayed hidden and stealthy, but the steps from one group had alerted the other and now they were running up to meet with her caught in the middle.

Worse of it was the lack of a place to hide or escape.

It was always something dumb when it comes to goblins.

"GROOHB!" There she is, told a goblin.

And to think the high elf's like to boast about their stealth. Yet this one had been snared and cornered so easily.

Sneers and mocking where hurled at the expense of High Elf Archer, who now found herself surrounded on all sides by two groups of goblins and two parallel walls of the cave.

Her stance dropped and she notched an arrow. Her head turning both ways taking a count of her enemies.

She counted over a dozen regular goblins. Of them, three archers and four with clubs and shields.

If that wasn't enough, the groups on each side came accompanied by one hobgoblin each and the group following on her trail soon spreads to reveal a staff of bones and feathers.

This was bad, she thought. Remembering the particular shaman and his group before it was split in two during the landslide.

A shaman, two hobs, and over a dozen goblins. Even for a silver rank and dignified high elven princess such as herself, this wouldn't be easy.

Moreover, the ruckus raised by the gloating goblins was making it difficult for her to keep an ear on the cave. There was no telling wether one of her party members could be approaching to aid her or not.

The goblin shaman, clearly the appointed líder of this nest, took cover behind a wall of three goblins and gave the signal for the malicious little creatures to begging encroaching upon her like wolves before a hare.

And yet, the courageous elven princess flashed a smile.

"Think you already won, don't you little bastards? Then you clearly don't know me yet!" She declares before drawing on her bow and loosing an arrow.

Tang.

Rang the recoil from the thread before the arrowhead pierces trough the moist air of the cave.

The shot arching around trying to find its way through the goblin guards and back against their leader the shaman.

They say that with sufficient technique, a skill looks no different from magic.

High Elf Archer had set eyes on her first target and aimed to circumvent the goblins meat shields.

"GROOGHHH!!" Cried one of the three goblin guards as it dropped with blood oozing from the arrow shaft lodged on its cranium.

The shaman had seen through her plans and kicked his fellow goblin on the back, shoving him into the curve of the arrow shot.

High Elf Archer clicked her tongue in annoyance as she expertly notched another arrow. That bastard had clearly dealt with skilled archers before.

With the shaman having seen through her initial plan and now hugging the back of his other guard for better cover, HEA moved into the second stage of her plan.

She began sucking in a deep breath whilst holding back the gag reflex from the goblin stench.

The goblin horde accompanied by their taller hobs kicked into a vicious sprint towards the high elf. Less than twenty meters before the lead runner goblin got to her.

She was just an elf girl and she was alone.

She was an archer and poor with close quarters.

First to her gets dips!

Such went the goblin thoughtd before they were interrupted by the rambunctious yell of their prey.

"ORCBOLG YOU IDIOT!!!!!!!!!!" Booms and echoes the yell of the high elf.

The sound wave traveled a far distance until it was heard all over the cave, where a certain man grunted under a cheap helmet.

The goblins paused the sprinting to anguish for their poor eardrums.

It wasn't just an over-the-top expression of frustration; it was also a cry for help backed by the high elf fine observations.

High Elf Archer had last seen the shaman and his party right before the collapse of the goblin fortress, and their numbers hadn't changed much since then.

These where the only goblins that managed to escape the collapse and such, the last survivors of the nest she and her party set up to exterminate.

The only reinforcements coming after a scream like that are her own party members.

And it was a great way for stress relief too!

"Just wait till he gets here!" The high elf threatens.

Leaving for the imagination which was between the goblins or Orcbolg that needed to watch out for her.

With goblins closing on her left and right side, she set up running for the moist wall of limestone right in front.

The thread or her bow rang with a tang as she let loose another arrow, downing one of the three archers taking aim from the rearguard.

The goblin horde and the hobs close in at just five meters now from the high elf running for the wall, and the goblin archers both fire an arrow each.

One arrowhead crudely bounced on the ground with a tuck, missing its target entirely. The other required more finesse to dodge and the high elf bent down backwards, dropping into an elegant slide with her knees, carried by the momentum and protected with her thigh high boots.

The arrowhead shot right over her mint colored hair and dug on the pot belly of a hob running from the other side.

Goblins didn't quite care about dishing friendly fire.

"GROGG!!" The hobgoblin cried out in pain, beginning to lag behind his smaller brethren, but not quite out yet.

Going through the momentum of her slide, the high elf kicked mid glide and seamlessly recovered into a full sprint just as the goblins had gotten close enough to reach out.

The high elf then leaps straight towards the wall with the goblin hands brushing against her shorts and boots.

Behind her a hob had gotten close enough to load a fist and with the intent to bring down the cave, hurls a monstrous punch towards the high elf.

HEA bounces on the wall after a crouch and kicks into a gymnastic blackflip overhead the hob punch.

The cave quakes slightly and a two ft diameter crack forms into the limestone wall.

The goblins blink in awe and envy as the elf heroine lands standing on the hob broad shoulders, wielding her wooden bow with both hands.

"Hmph!"

The high elf grunts, driving her exquisitely carved bow fiercely into the hobgoblin long nose.

Causing a snapping crunch followed with a "GROOHBBB!!" Cry and violent shaking underfoot.

Following on her action, HEA draws two arrows from her quiver and notches them together for a short range throw, and she leaps off the hobgoblin shoulders and away from the wall and into the goblin crowd.

Her hair and braids twirling through the air as her aim sets on the two farthest goblins in the crowd, and fires her arrow volley.

A blood soaked cry escapes the two deceased goblins of the archer deadly volley.

"GROOBH!!" Cries a third deceased goblin.

This one head rupturing from the stomp when the high elf nimbly uses his head like a landing cushion, and later rushes out from the crowd.

Filthy small hands stretch towards the escaping heroine, brushing but none grasping her divinely figure.

In the slight of a moment, the goblins plan to corner her against the wall had been foiled.

The pincer attack closes with HEA slipping away, and the skillful heroine reaches for her quiver as she lets out a breath.

Her running aimed towards the far end of the tunnel, now cleared for a speedy retreat, she was free to leisurely pick up a few more dead goblins amidst the chase.

A raging fire lights in the small devils eyes. That they had her right in their grasp but couldn't reach her, how unfair.

They too break out running after her.

But goblin the 14 wasn't just a regular goblin. Today he was special, today he was like a hero of his people.

In a fit of rage, goblin 14 hurls his dried wood club against the fleeing elf general direction. It was only a stroke of chance that worked this goblin miracle.

The club bounces on the floor with a tuk and rolls under HEA. Giving the graceful heroine an amusing fright when her feet slip over the rolling club.

"Fwuehh ah ahhhh!!"

HEA finds herself dropping her notched arrow on the floor and speeding towards the limestone wall at heart-racing speeds.

But the high elf princess wasn't just any heroine. She was no lazy dimwit, nor cocky amateur, nor playful dummy,

She was a silver rank, she was a veteran, unlike those heroines of the bunch, she was special, and regained control of her slip up in a matter of seconds.

She jumped off from the rolling club and dug her boot soles towards the ground, dropping her posture even further to add drag.

The squish from the soles sliding rang over the cave and HEA comes to a full stop just inches before her pretty face smashed on the wall.

Not wasting time she stands up and resumes running into the cave— opposite direction of the goblins.

But her enemies had other plans in mind.

Heavy thuds drum through the moldy cave when a large sprinting hobgoblin draws an arrow out of his gut and spreads his arms, launching into a belly slam.

The high elven princess had just enough time for cringing before the bloody gut squashes her whole against the wall.

THUMP.

"Gyahaa!! Huck!!" The air knocks out of her lungs.

With a grunt the hobgoblin pulls out from the wall to witness the elven princess stick in place, before she starts to peel off slowly.

A carved bow hits the ground with a tuk and the elven princess head spins.

Before her blurry vision stands a hob rubbing his big chubby hands maliciously and not far back a goblin crowd thirsting for the high elfussy.

HEA drops to her knees and her forehead hits the ground with her shoulders slumped, her butt sticking up high and her shorts falling off slightly.

The high elf elegance hadn't had time to peel off the wall yet it would seem.

The goblins howl like men before the flower fields of paradise, and lunge into the exquisite meal.

They were met with fierce resistance.

"As if I'll go down that easy!!" Roared the refined elven princess, jumping to her feet.

Pows, punch's and kapows drum to the chaotic beatdown.

Her forest green corset ripped open like gift wrapping and her torso bared in all its flat anvil glory.

"GRGG—WUAAHHH!!" One leering goblin cried when it ate a knuckle sandwich.

HEA later had her arms restrained by the little devils.

The graceful high elf princess grunts and logs a viscous kick on the temple of a goblin, but this one went down pulling on her thigh high boot like he was holding his family heirloom.

A goblin most foul and versed in sneak attacks then pulled the high elf booty shorts down and all hell broke lose.

"GRBB!!" It's beautiful.

GROOBBH!!" My entire life I waited for this moment!

"GRRG." It really stirs the loincloth.

"GRROBBG GOBB!!" She's not wearing anything under, these elfs make our job so easy!

POW. PING. PAW. Found the kicks a way into their faces.

With the cinnamon shorts down came off too the scent talisman and the fragrance of high elf women washed over the goblins, setting them into a frenzy.

Gloves, boots, hoods and shorts, everything flew off like discarded wrapping.

The carved bow was tossed further into the dark cave and the goblins pulled down on HEA braids, setting her bare in all fours, ripe for the taking.

"GR—UWUAHHHH!!" Cried a goblin.

"GROBBG!!" Threatens the hob who did most of the job.

A small squabble broke out and some goblins caught airtime before the mighty arm of the hobgoblin.

The stylish high elven princess spotted her opening and distributes free nut-shots. One for her braids holding assailant and two more goblins caught holding her shoulders and a mule kick for the one gripping her thigh.

"You stinking goblins!"

Free at least, HEA jumps to her feet and latches onto her quiver as she runs.

The goblins pause the fighting to curse in their foul language and chase after, but the nimble elf speed proves too much for them.

"It's my turn now!" HEA proclaims.

Her right hand reaching down as she bends over while running.

Perhaps way more naked than she originally planned, it was still too soon to discard her original plan.

With bow in hand, there's nothing stopping her from dwindling down the goblins number as she runs far down the seemingly endless cave.

She certainly had the arrows for the job and could always rely on her friends showing up if she made it far enough.

As she reached down for her bow in mid sprint, this one levitated and struck against her bare knees.

"Kya!" A little yelp of surprise escaped her.

She dived down unwilling with her flat chest making the first landing and her face planting afterwards.

"Puhuaw!!"

The goblin shaman had set a trap and enchanted her bow with levitate after she started gifting free nut-shots.

The fallen high elven princess pushed up from the ground spitting dirt.

Two hobs and nearly a dozen more goblins all airborne in mid lunge towards her delicate figure, is what she found in the split second she managed to look over her shoulders.

A tremor shook the cave and HEA fighting spirit was flattened.

The goblins maliciously standing over her unconscious self with their loincloths stirring.

The High Elf Archer had been captured.

Part 2

The High Elf Archer felt something pressing on her face. It felt like something was tapping her cheeks.

For some reason she felt chilly and uncomfortable. HEA couldn't move her arms or legs and something was pressing against her labia.

"Eh…?!" She came into being, and then. "W-what!!?"

Before her stood the long thick meat of the hobgoblin, free from the dirty loincloth and giving a stench that made the high elf gag on reflex.

She tried delivering a righteous nut punch, but found her arms sticking at the sides of the hobgoblin rod.

From behind she felt something thick and hard press on her genitalia, and her legs too suspended in the air.

The two hobs had her by the legs and arms, suspended in midair and taking aim with their thick rods.

"Eek! Quit it you stinking goblins— I'm telling you to stop! I'll bite you!!" She threatens, flashing her fangs and teeth's like a wild animal.

There was no escaping her circumstances. Her feeble strength couldn't compete with the hobgoblin's own.

Below on ground level laid in wait the goblins. Cursing and sneering at the two giants who got their turn first.

Far from the corner of the high elf eyes was the shaman, giving instructions to two guards so they would keep watch on the surroundings while the others had their fun.

One of the guards was seen dropping his spear down and falling to the ground, tossing and kicking in a tantrum while the other guard just kneeled down begging for another goblin to trade turns with him.

Then the hob holding HEA legs pulled them apart and pressed against.

"Ahm!! S-stop I have teeth's there too I swear!" Lied HEA, pressing her legs together to close the way.

The hob didn't believe in her sorry lies and spreads her legs to a T.

"Eek!!"

HEA held back the screams, lest the filthy hobgoblin rod tapping on her lips find its way in.

The legs hobgoblin meat slipped in over the high elfussy, her body moving as much as possible. Dodging the hob thrust.

But the hob had enough and pulled her legs apart for real.

"Agh!!!" Cried the unlucky high elf, as the front rod bounces on her shut teeth.

But sadly for her, the legs hobgoblin rolls a mighty thrusts and naturally slips in.

"AHHH— UGH!!!" Cried the poor elven princess.

The legs hob slipped only the head in before it was stopped on its tracks, and the arms hobgoblin went all in.

A throbbing, thick filth caressed at the insides of her throat, sliding deeper in.

Her mouthful and yet she couldn't whine or bite back. Her mouth had bigger things to deal with.

A pulsing wave of pain spreads from her lower end all the way through her spine and chills produce sweat.

The big, thick meat of the hob was forcing its way deeper. Her womb deforming as it shows the thick rod ripping its way in.

Blood began dripping off the thick hobgoblin meat.

Ah, poor be the high elf. Who would ever want to marry her now?

She'd had cursed a weirdo right about now for always getting her into these goblin infested messes.

But her mouth was quite busy for the task.

"HMMHHH!!!" The noises escaped.

The pain sharpens as the hobgoblin reached the end of HEA cave, and punched against it.

The malicious big fat hobgoblin lets out a sneer and drool coming out of his filthy mouth, he began grinding in and out.

"Hmm!! Hmmmmhhh!! Hmhmhm!!!" Noises struggled to come out.

The arms hobgoblin began the grind too. It's long and thick proportions hurting the delicate and enlarged elf throat like she was swallowing an entire apple.

What if her voice is hurt beyond repair? How would the poor elf whine about the events of today when that weirdo gets there?

"GROBGH!"

"GROOBHHG!"

The goblins whined for her, in envy of their bigger compatriots.

Sweat dripped off the flat elf belly. The grinding caught up speed that even her flat bumps of the skin had began to move in the rhythm of her braids.

A goblin was entranced by the side of the elf navel as it deforms with every pounced of the big hob thrusts.

The hob chubby fingers digging against the poor elf thighs, as she often pulls and tosses in a mighty attempt to free herself. Her entire naked body soaked in sweat and fighting to resist.

Her nerves on the inside running haywire from all the stimulation. Her whole body bouncing from the thrust picking even more speed.

That's when the hob goes all in, and HEA fiends her pretty face buried in a stinking hob bush.

And something begins to overflow. She hadn't thought possible for anything else to fit in her, but a white sticky substance started coming out the corners of her mouth, and soon the arms hob pulled out, smearing the pretty elf face with more milk.

"Bluargh!!"

A stream of white milk spills out the mouth and HEA coughs and hacks like crazy. The feeling on her sore throat slightly coming back.

From behind, the legs hob also pulls out, with a white spill bursting out like a fountain. A shudder runs out the high elf spine as she's finally free of the throbbing thick meat.

The hobgoblins, having had her way with the high elf, unceremoniously drop her in a pool of hob milk and make way for the smaller goblins to get their turn.

"Cough, cough, hack…"

HEA tries to resist, but her body was sapped out since the beginning, and then the hobgoblins had to fuck her silly.

The goblin shaman stood before the downed high elf, cackling maliciously. This was his vengeance for what she and her friends did to his precious nest. And soon it would be his turn to have fun with her too.

Where was that lunatic and the rest of her party when HEA needed them?

As the goblins started grabbing at her hair and positioning, one of them brought up a pointy wooden pike measuring up to two and a half meters. Looking comically large in the hand of the diminutive creature.

"Eh…!?" A cold sweat ran down the high elven princess.

She knew exactly what that stake was for.

"GROOB?" The pike goblin asked of his brethren, pointing at the stake held on his grimy hand.

They gave him a single look and returned to their meal.

"GROOB…?" The goblin asked again, pointing a finger at the stake and then the elf booty.

The elf booty shudders as the elf herself drips in cold sweat and hobgoblin juices.

Goblin 14, hero of the night, paused his long awaited turn to slay the elfussy and walked towards the goblin holding the stake.

"GROO—WAWAWUAAHHH!!!" He was slapped hard.

"GROBBGH GRGGG!!?" You think high elven women grow on trees!!?

"GROBB…" Well actually… "G—UWAWAWUAAHHHH!!!" He was slapped hard, again.

First meal they had in ages and he just wants to ruin her like that. What a waste! They should put him on a stake and see how he likes it, thought 14.

The last coherent thought goblin 14 ever had.

The squelching of blood splatter suddenly draws the goblins attention.

The guard on one side of the cave had been ripped to pieces under the claws of a large bipedal reptile, and a short sword dug its way into goblin 14 skull, the hero who was to have his turn with the high elf dignity, lost his life to a basic sword throw.

Suddenly a small female of golden hair raises her staff and not giving time for the goblins to turn away, the light becomes blinding.

Part 3

A sight searing light shines through the once dark cave.

The goblins shriek in pain as their pupils sting from the sudden burst of light.

Ones drop and start rolling and cursing while others bump into one another trying to flee and gain cover.

At the heart of the light flows Priestess robes as she channels her miracle.

"Goblin Slayer sir…!"

"Well done... Now, four." A man in grimy leather armor counts.

On one hand a crudely carved javelin of goblin craftsmanship and a three bladed knife on the other.

With the blinding light on his back, Goblin Slayer takes a leap before stamping his right foot. The man produces a powerful throw and sends the javelin whistling through the air.

Piercing with a squelch the torso of a blinded goblin who takes off a few feet back into the air.

The man then carries with the momentum and spins with a slide of his left foot, opening his throwing hand to release the three-blade knife.

It cuts through the air with a hum of the blades and slices clean the head of one of the hobgoblins as it tried to stand his ground.

The goblin crowd sets about fleeing aimlessly, scared by the death throes of their brethren and blinded by the light of a holy miracle.

Left behind by their cowardly fleeing is a naked elf of mint colored hair, whom familiar with the strategy, closed her eyes and buried her face towards the ground.

"Goblin Slayer sir…" Prietess tried to alert him and the others when her miracle was about to run out.

"That's enough. I'll leave it in your hands." The grimy leather man indicates it's time to move towards the next phase of their rescue plan.

"You got it. Hold on Long-Ears, the help is coming!" Dwarf Shaman cried out.

From his bag he produced a set of spell components and sprinkles them across the air.

"Time to get to work you gnomes! Spirit Wall."

Taking the form of the limestone of the cave, a two meters wall rises between HEA and the fleeing goblins.

The goblin shaman manages to recover his vision and begins assessing the situation. Later barking orders and beginning to cast a spell.

Suddenly there's a battlecry and the last remaining hob charges. His vision still recovering from Priestess Holy Light, he was headed towards the limestone wall.

We can't lose our only hostage so easily, the goblin shaman had said. Two goblins joined the hobgoblin and they all rushed back to recapture HEA.

Suddenly a large blur appeared from the hobgoblin peripheral vision.

It spun in the air and brought down a sickle like sword and decapitated the hobgoblin in one fell swoop, then crushed the two goblins at his sides with a stomp and a tail lash.

"Hope we didn't take too long." The Lizard Priest said as he took guard around HEA.

The high elven princess wanted to retort, but the sore throat stops her from doing so.

"Nine." The Goblin Slayer counts, dropping two more goblins with a toss of his regular throwing knives.

The party quickly regrouped around the high elf.

"Oh no!" Priestess covered her mouth in shock. "Goblin Slayer sir, I'm going to cast minor heal!"

"Hold it. Cast Purify instead." The man then produced a healing potion and a stamina potion from his pouch.

Priestess understood and nodded, soon beginning to cast Purify.

The Hobgoblin juices transformed into water and all filth washed off before HEA was given both potions to drink.

It was a harrowing experience for Priestess to see her friend in this state, and knowing this was all they could do to easy her pain.

Then her friend kicked off running as soon as she chugged the two potions.

"Eh… wait please you still need to recover!"

"Are you kidding!? Take a look behind you!" The running HEA told Priestess.

The young follower of the Earth Mother found her body shrinking before a colosal fireball much bigger than a hobgoblin.

The goblin shaman holding the party at gunpoint of his spell. A diabolical sneer creeping in his face.

It tossed the gigantic fireball towards the party.

"Tunnel!"

"Protection!"

"Lord Goblin Slayer!"

The sight of the fireball closing in immediately set the party in action.

Priestess threw a Protection miracle (and last) to aid the limestone wall in stopping the fireball and Dwarf Shaman set about making a trench in case that wasn't enough.

Lizard Priest passed his sword fang towards Goblin Slayer as a last resort throwing weapon, but it bounced off the plate shield from one of the three goblins acting as vanguards for the goblin shaman.

The last remaining party member was the intrepid heroine. Who set off running towards her bow and arrows at the first sight of the fireball.

Orcbolg was out of ranged weaponry and the goblin shaman had vanguards, but so long as its busy controlling the spell, it won't be able to block her shot like last time.

The fate of her party rests on her hands, the hands she reached towards her bow and quiver in a hurry.

Then her bow levitated and struck at her knees.

She dived down unwilling with her flat chest making the first landing and her face planting afterwards.

"Puhuaw!!"

Her bow was still enchanted and ready to smash at the knees of any naked high elf willing to come close.

"Long-Ears what do you think you are doing!? Hurry up and take cover!"

"Quiet Dwarf! If I can knock the shaman down that spell is good as gone!" The high elf talks back.

The fireball then impacted on Priestess Protection wall with a clash.

"Hah!!" The young follower of the Earth Mother cried out.

Heath began spilling towards the side of the wall like a cascade of flames and the humidity of the cave turned steam.

On the far end from the clash was a butt naked high elf gripping and getting dragged across the cave by a floating wooden bow.

The bow often taking flight and smashing her against the floor or simply dragging her sorry ass across the ground.

Goblin Slayer and Lizard Priest found themselves digging at the trench along Dwarf Shaman, as there was nothing else they could do under this situation.

They knew Priestess was out of miracles for the day and couldn't reinforce her Protection any further. And there was no telling if their elf friend could take down the shaman in time given her condition.

But soon the elf won control of her bow and picked up a single arrow from her nearby quiver. Her bow still struggling to fly out of her hand and beat at her knees.

She set off running towards the wall and leaps into the air. Wall-running and taking off even higher as she takes aim near the high roof of the cave.

Her graceful form betrayed by her bare ass flashing in plain sight. She drew the eyes of everyone across the battlefield, her party and goblins alike.

It all comes down to this single shot, and so she took aim whilst airborne.

TWANG.

Cried the spider silk thread of her bow when it snapped. The high elven princess blinked and set her bow with big bulging eyes.

"Eh…!?"

Her carved bow, still under the effects of the levitate spell and still willing to wrest control of the high elf, decided that if it couldn't smash's knees then it was gonna snap it's thread in defiance.

See how she likes it now.

Waiting for no one, the fireball shatters through the Protection miracle and crashes into the Spirit Wall made of limestone, bursting into a sea of flames.

Priestess found her view spinning as Goblin Slayer drags her forcefully towards the trench. Her delicate sapphire eyes teary as they reflect on the naked high elf.

Dwarf Shaman tossed his firewine and all combustibles in his inventory in one fell swoop and cried out.

"Long-Ears!!!"

His sight blocked by Lizard Priest who dives over the trench and shields everyone with his tall frame.

And then the flames arrived, washing over the party like a broken dam of flames, the spell crashed on the limestone wall and spills around it. The flames jumped over the trench like a scorching wave, searing Lizard Priest scales.

The hulking priest crying out in agony as his party members grit their teeth's. He felt their faith on him to see them through this precarious situation, how could he let them down?

Over in the air.

"Kyahhhh!!! Wait-wait-wait— time out!!!" Cried the High Elf Archer.

The bellows incandescent, she couldn't help but advert her eyes the moment her fall began catching speed.

Her high vantage saves her from getting caught in the blast radius of the fireball, but now she makes her inevitable descent into the fireball wake, a blistering sea of fires and not a piece of cloth on her slender figure.

Her perky ears droopy as she fell into the sea of fire.

FWOOSH.

"EEKK!!! FIRE!!! HOT!!! SOMEBODY BRING WATER!!!" Cries started coming out from the sea of fire.

As the flames spread out more, they soon began to dissipate.

The goblin shaman was seen cracking unceremoniously as the poor elven princess screams reach his ears. Before him a wall of flames that surely dealt with those pesky adventurers once and for all.

Right through the wall of flames cuts through a living armor. He was clad in cheap looking plate armor and embers dance over the leather.

In his left hand a targe and his right holding Lizard Priest second sword claw.

The goblin vanguards had but a second of him jumping through the flames before he started hacking at them.

"GROG!!"

"GBBRG!!" They cried.

The squelch of blood and brain splatter silencing their cries.

The goblin shaman was shaken to his very core, how had those adventurers survived something like this? It was inconceivable!

The flame wall finally dimmed down along with the rest of the fires and the shaman snuck a peek behind the man in smoldering plate armor.

There had been a second limestone wall over the trench, this one arching like a wave to let the flames pass over as much as possible.

Now a giant lizard man rolled on the ground, with a dwarf tossing dirt over him. Just a few rolls with a calm mind and the flames were gone. They clearly knew what they where doing.

Besides that pair there was another, one that consisted of a running fireball. Shrieking and sprinting with her arms flapping in the air and smacking at her hips and thighs aflame, whilst a blond priestess chases after swinging her soaked hat.

The goblin shaman dropped his staff of skull and feathers and fled.

His last vanguard slayed by the crazed adventurer.

How could it all end like this? His nest, all his hard work, all his patience was to be rewarded like this? How could the world be so unfair to him?

Running was heard coming from behind, that armored man was giving chase.

Those adventurers, they've all survived, they could at least spare him right…

The willful thinking of the shaman ended right there. His head spinning through the air before catching a glance at his shoulders in a way he's never seen before.

"Thirteen." The last of what Goblin Slayer had to say for this nest.

The man turned on his back and ran towards his party, picking up Lizard Priest other sword claw along the way.

Heading back he found Dwarf Shaman mending to Lizard Priest burns. The two gave a sign of okay and he passed them a healing potion each.

Goblin Slayer then turned towards his last remaining party members.

"AHHHH!!! KYAAHHHH!!! PUT IT OFF ALREADY!!! I HATE GOBLINS!!!" Cried and whined the high elven princess.

Her ears shooting up and down like crazy, and her once fine and silky mint hair now a high Afro with embers here and there.

She sat on fours as a disheveled Priestess vigorously beats the last of the flames out of her rump with a hat doused in water.

Her face planting on the ground in relief when the Priestess finally felled the flames.

The young priests then licked her fingers and put off an ember glowing over the earlobe of the elf left pointy ear.

And as she came close, the young priestess heard the high elf mutter in a soft voice, "I hate goblins." Right before their adventure of the day was finally over.

Chapter notes and rolls.

Nest power. Roll 19, plus 10 is a 29 goblins. Only a 1 short of maximum goblin power for the first five chapters.

First turn roll. A 9, a neutral turn, used for comedy and introductions.

Second turn, a 17. HEA deals 5 damage to the 29 nest, reducing it to 24 and rolls for summoning Priestess. Dice lands on a 5 and summoning fails.

Third turn, a 2, HEA gets stripped naked and her hit points drop by half.

Fourth turn, a 3, HEA takes 2 points of damage and gets captured.

Captured scene, rolls a 16, full party comes to the rescue.

Fifth turn, a 19, the entire party deals 15 points of damage to the goblin nest, dropping it from 24 to 9.

Sixth turn, an 8, neutral turn for banter because of the team defense bonus.

Seventh turn, a 2, HEA takes 1 point of damage, leaving her with 3 remaining points.

Eight turn, a 12, another neutral turn to make fun of HEA.

Ninth turn, 1, critical failure, HEA takes 1 point of damage and drops down to half her hit points.

Tenth turn. An 18, the party deals 14 damage to the 9 of the nest and the chapter is over.

Total goblins, one shaman for a total of 6 points, two hobgoblins for a grand total of 8 and 15 goblins to complete the 29.

End of chapter 1.