Nest 6
Part 1
Nest power of 35.
Six days since the complete annihilation of nest 5.
Its seven in the morning. The grassy meadows of the Frontier shelter under an overcast sky, opaquing the dawn.
A breeze carrying the humidity of rain washes over, casting a gleaming wave over the green landscape.
The gust breaking before an old, abandoned fortress. Leftover from the human kingdom dating back to the age of the gods.
The land had risen to claim the old derelict building. Thick coiling vines cast around every inch and corners of the three storied fortress like veins.
Perfect for climbing anywhere.
The tall grass abundant and exuberant. It grows reaching the very walls of the fortress without a gap in-between.
Perfect for hiding and closing the distance.
Any knight of the human kingdom would be laughed at for allowing such disrepair and vulnerabilities to befell their stronghold, but a bunch of goblins?
They didn't care. The idea something like vines or tall grass being used against them was frivolous in their minds.
The tall grass? Perfect spots for the goblins to hide, sneak around or set an ambush, not the other way around.
The vines? A means of escape in case things went south, and a cruel trap for any adventurers who tried climbing.
If the goblins had already thought of this, and adventurers and goblins could arrive at the same ideas. It is only natural that the goblins would triumph of course. This was their nest, it was their territory.
Humans weren't so intelligent. They only know how to charge straight ahead and leave themselves exposed before the goblins superior numbers.
And so it went, the elegant figure of a deft girl cuts through the tall grass.
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.
HEA lowered her head and leans her upper body forwards as she rushed the goblin fortress. The tall grass blades rustled and provided cover as she went.
As with any fortress, archers and watchtowers pose the primary means of defense before the walls.
Any and all foolish attempt to assault the fortress head on would be met with a closed gate and a rain of arrows before anyone could set foot inside.
And as would be usual, it was HEA role to clear the way so her much less-agile party members could close in undetected.
The task at hand required a level of stealth and dexterity only the beauteous princess could produce.
The fortress stretched towards four tall walls with two watchtowers. One situated on the southeast corner and another on the northwest side of the wall.
At the south wall a gatehouse manned by three goblins, all drowsy and barely holding on as their relief group takes their time arriving.
The elf princess closes on the northwest corner watchtower.
An unwashed madman once said, "take out the tallest vantage point you can find and we'll start there."
The princess didn't need much instructions to understand what the mentally deranged individual meant by this.
If they tried climbing from the walls, the goblins of the watchtowers would spot them sneaking around.
The high elf ducks beneath the tall grass blades when a lecherous goblin archer peeks from over the watchtower.
This goblin had a particular deformity to himself. His nose appeared to be bent slightly upwards. A detail the princess has been observing carefully since entering the two-hundred-meter range with the northern wall.
From ground level, she couldn't be sure how many goblins guarded the top of the northwest watchtower.
All she had to depend on where her observation skills.
Letting out a yawn, the goblin falls back into the cover of the northwest watchtower and HEA draws her bow.
Her aim true, she fires a bud tipped arrow towards the guard of the north wall as he leans over the battlement to check on the surroundings.
The elf shot pierces the goblin throat, drawing foul blood before the creature collapses on the wall, choking on his own blood.
As she got closer, the tall grass cover wouldn't work when looked at from a high place. The archer girl deemed the kill necessary before progressing any further, but time was of essence now.
HEA wouldn't need to worry about the guards of the other walls or those at the courtyard. The battlement would provide cover from anyone but the guards at the watchtowers.
Her task was to finish off the watchtower goblins before they could spot the one she'd just felled. Afterwards, she'll send a signal for her party to begin closing in.
HEA slings her bow over the shoulder and tilts forward.
As a cool breeze washes over the grassy landscape, the princess zooms in on the northern wall at speeds nearing 46 mph.
Having a 69 agility stat of a 12 average, she could run nearly six times faster than the 8 mph a normal human would average.
The wind blows back her braids and the grass rustled elegantly on her skin.
Despite careful planning and observation, Goblin Slayer hadn't found any vantage point where he could observe the fortress and provide HEA with directions from afar. The treetops simply weren't high enough.
The elf princess instructions where to be quick and retreat if things went south. With her nimbleness, fleeing from the archers range shouldn't be a problem. And the party would instead resort to plan B.
It was part of the reasons why the lunatic relented the first time they arrived at this fortress. He concluded they were lacking in resources for the much valuable plan B.
But the elf princess shudders to think of what plan B could be.
She'd seen the madman stocking on very flammable substances inside his backpack before they left the village.
She also heard him worryingly mutter, "Those vines looked dry..." Much to her dismay, whilst she was busy shooing Village Hunter away with his bouquet of roses.
The high elf had also sweated profusely at the strange comment, "A storm its approaching. It is time…" Coming from their deranged leader before he gave the command to depart.
HEA feared if she failed plan A, B would go somewhat like this.
"It isn't a wildfire, it's called a controlled fire." A dispassionate voice justifies.
And the pyromaniac would then proceed to burn the whole fortress and it's surroundings to a crisp before allowing the downpour to get things under control.
He would burn the whole world down if it meant the goblins burnt down with it, and she wouldn't allow it!
As she dives towards the fortress at full speed, the high elf princess suddenly broke into a zigzag rush with some casual leaps in-between and summersaults, with only a negligent drop in speed.
A fluffy white rabbit sat on his tail amidst the tall grass, rubbing his long ears when the blitzing elf landed right in front with a speed and momentum that saw her bounce into another flash leap.
The fluffy rabbit freaked out and hopped away in fright, diving hastily into the grass wall before jumping a full meter in the air with thorns stuck all over.
The high elf muttered a shy "sorry" for her fluffy friend as she saw it frightfully running away.
Sitting right under the tall grass, the fort was surrounded on all sides by numerous thorny vines that stretched for nearly fifty meters in the perimeter.
The goblins hadn't bothered with any form of landscaping and this wouldn't be any different. They only saw themselves as the benefactors from all these issues, and grew complacent because of it.
The elf princess had learned to read the goblins train of thought from her time around the nutcase.
She saw the ways in which the goblins could be right, but she also saw their errors.
The high elf princess thought back to the heroines of her favorites stories, and how they would utterly fail under such simple trap.
The haughty bluenette wouldn't be expecting traps outside the fortress and hurt herself on the thorns, alerting the goblins with her crying before progressing any further and be forced to flee in tears as the goblins fill her ass with arrows.
The self-righteous redhead would see the thorny vines, but lacking in skill to cross rapidly, she wouldn't give up and attempt to make it through by slowing down as she goes. An amateurish mistake that would see her found by the goblins right as she's in the middle of the thorny perimeter. Then she'll be forced to flee tripping and hopping over the thorny vines with her butt filled to the brim in thorns and arrows.
The playful blonde would see the thorns and still be skilled enough to cross over in time, but she would stop to heal the rabbit, and be found by the goblins, and then she'll be catching arrows with her rear as she flees just like the others.
But the illustrious high elven princess wasn't like those heroines of the bunch. She was special!
She was always attentive to find any hazards or traps, she was skilled enough to cross over the thorny vines in time, and kindhearted as she was, she wouldn't risk her life just to nurse a rabbit.
She crossed over with blinding speed and leaped into the wall, grabbing at the dry vines with her gloved hands.
With a speed and nimbleness far surpassing any human, she began to climb the wall.
As she did, HEA noticed some of the dry vines holding inches away from a snap. Something she could easily tell with a glance, having grown in a forest and all, but once her party crosses over she'll need to guide them if they're to scale the wall.
The high elf reached the battlement of the wall and stuck her head slightly through the crenellations.
She could see her fresh first kill sprawled in a pool of his own blood and two goblins lazily patrolling over the walls of the south and the west.
So long as she had the cover of the crenellations, only the goblins of the watchtowers would be able to find her first kill.
The fortress courtyard was equipped more so like a training ground.
Targets made out of hay have been set for the archers to practice and training dummies rest stuck on a corner near the main keep. The only convenience around the northwest tower HEA found herself at would a haystack-mess of a horse stable. Fortunately deprived of any goblin mounts.
The place had been overrun by the flora of the grasslands. Even inside the walls HEA could spot all manner of vines and thorns webbing in all directions.
The high elf scanned for any crates or barrels around she could use to hide the body, but the wall battlement was barren.
Her goal now was to reach the top of the northwest tower, kill any goblins over there and then snipe the ones on the southeast tower.
Then she'll send a signal and the rest of her party will stealth their way over before commencing the assault.
And this time around, the forecast was clear of shitty dragons so things won't turn out like last time.
Without climbing atop the wall, the elf princess grabbed onto the vines nearby and shifted sideways, hoping to climb using the northwest watchtower as cover.
That's when a goblin snuck out of the southeast watchtower to retch. A bottle of wine in his green right hand.
Such was the case when fighting goblins. Not matter how prepared or quick you might be, something silly could ruin everything.
The goblin pukes into the courtyard, earning a few slurs and curses from his brethren below, but as he leans over something catches his eye.
In a split second, the high elf vaults over the wall. She unslings her long carved bow and notches an arrow.
TWANG.
The bud tipped bolt whistles over the courtyard, all the way from the northern wall into the southeast tower, a true strike that pierces the cranium of the drunk goblin and sends him tumbling and falling over.
By all means the force of the shot would've had the goblin falling head backwards, hiding his corpse from those below, but the weight of the bottle in his hand saw him spinning forward until he crashed in the courtyard of the fortress.
"Tsk!" Clicked her tongue the heroine, as she lands atop the norther wall crenellations.
She hates it when hunting goblins turns stupid. Which it does most of the time.
Horns blew across the entire fortress as the alarm went off. Four plate armored goblins lead by a shaman emerged from the main building in the courtyard.
The mind of the princess raced for options. She could throw her lot with the escape plan and try to dodge arrows as she leaps over the thorny vines, but a shaman spell on top?
Suddenly she saw the scenario of the fourth heroine gone goof.
The happy-go-lucky minty haired elf that would clear all the ordeals seamlessly only to be screwed by luck in the end and forced to flee. Then she'll go trip and hop over the thorny vines with a rump full of thorns and arrows and set alight by the shaman spell on top.
HEA wasn't one to compete with fictional characters but she wasn't about to end up the most pathetic heroine of the bunch that's for sure.
She caught hold of her carved bow with both hands and raised it high over her head, stretching her slender figure to the point her back arches.
It was the signal she and her mentally unwell leader agreed to begin the assault.
Far and afar, her party feared something was wrong. This sign meant only two things. Either HEA had cleared the way for a stealth assault, or she needed to be rescued in urgency.
And they just heard the goblin horns.
The princess used the gesture to draw attention upon herself as well, before attempting to snipe the shaman with one of her arrows.
CLANK.
The arrow bounced on the shield of a goblin. The disorganized creatures still managed a solid wall between themselves and their leader.
Such was the degree of their equipment. Something the elf found puzzling as it seemed crafted with goblins in mind rather than the usual stolen gear.
"Grroobno!" Bring me that high elf!
Their leader ordered.
The goblins nodded towards each others with drool spilling out with their tongues. They'd heard the tales but never in their sorry and fleeting lives had they seen an elf.
The myths where true! That female beauty it's beyond compare, they thought!
Observing their depraved expressions, HEA suddenly had an idea.
She turned around and leans her back end at the goblins with a clap.
"Hey goblins! You want some of this!?"
CLAK. CLAK. CLAK. CLAK. CLAK. BONK.
The visor in the helmeted head of a goblin went clak, clak, clak as he nodded furiously before his superior bonked him from behind with his shaman staff.
"Then come get some!" The elf taunted, pulling down the waistband of her cinnamon shorts slightly for a tease.
The courtyard rumbled with the goblins running. The High Elf Archer had indeed learnt to read the goblins from her time with the maniac.
She leaped at the dry vines of the northwest tower and began climbing towards a window.
The shaman was left hurling insults and vain commands at his followers before running back inside the fortress for cover.
The goblins weren't complete fools. They understood other adventurers could be lurking around, but overconfidence clouds their judgement.
'The others will deal with the intruders.' They all thought.
Right now the only priority of each individual goblin would be nabing dips on that piece of high elven booty.
HEA smirks nervously, finding the tease too effective for her taste, and in a matter of seconds, she reached the tower window and snuck her upper body in— were she met a goblin filthy lips.
SMOOCH.
"Hmm!!" The elf let out a muffled cry of disgust.
A goblin grabbed the high elf delicately features and went for a French kiss as soon as HEA snuck her head, locking her in a fierce smooching.
The northwest tower served as a bedroom for the high profile of the fortress long ago and so, the goblins found it attractive to crash there.
Four goblins clad in various degrees of plate mail and chainmail reached desperately towards the sudden intruder.
"Kyahhhhh!!"
A girly cried escaped from the tower window, wherein the lower body of a girl planted feet on the wall and forcefully tried to pull out with dozens of hands grabbing and trying to peel her off the window.
As the high elf mightily resisted, the goblins wound up peeling at her clothes instead.
A goblin fell on his back after forcefully ripping off a piece of the elf corset, but jumped right back in for another piece.
With great pains, HEA managed to pull out her upper body as the hands continued to grab over by the hair, bow and arms.
She'd been stripped bared of her top and gloves, leaving her with nothing from the waist up when one of the goblins grabbed and ripped a pocket out of her booty shorts.
The pocket holding the scent talisman HEA uses to hide herself from the goblins.
"Wait—Iaaahh!!"
The goblins underwent a frenzy and ripped some more, tearing HEA shorts a piece until it completely came off and dragging the elf even more inside the tower window.
The goblins had left HEA in nothing but her thigh-high boots and the laces she uses to tie her minty braids.
One weird goblin on the back row even argued the thigh-high-only look was better than nothing at all. Thought his brethren didn't agree and serve him with some kicks.
The furious high elf ground her teeth and abandons all plans to pull out the window, instead, furiously jumping right in with the goblins for some kick-whopping.
CLANK. BLAK. CLONK. PLONK.
"Ouch!! That hurts!!" Cried the princess, hopping comically on one leg whilst grabbing at the other.
Her usual array of kicking violence proved ineffective against the heavy armored goblins and hobgoblin.
It's only effectiveness proved in fright, for the green monsters collectively block their privates. It was a manner of reflex they didn't even know they had.
But whilst the goblin drop their hands to instinctively protect their crotch, the elf princess steals back her bow and quiver before rushing for the window.
"Brorgro!" Come back my darling!
"Hahh!!"
Affirming a boot, the high elven princess grabs hold of a vine and jumps right out of the window with dozens of filthy hands reaching and slipping over the smooth skin of her breast, all the way to their thighs.
The goblins pop a vein reaching, but ultimately she slips right from their grasp.
One of the goblins even jumped out grabbing at HEA, but his grip on the elf sweaty hips slipped and the goblin was left pedaling helplessly in the air.
"GROOOOOO-HOO-HOO-HOO-EEEEE!!"
The goblin cried comically and fell to his demise. He crashed on the tall grass with a muffled thud.
The plate armor had shielded the goblin from the thorns hiding below the grassy blades, but the fall splintered his dorsal spine, yet he wouldn't expire instantly.
Though his life wasn't beyond saving yet, no fellow goblin would bother coming to his rescue. It would agonize for another hour so before passing.
Meanwhile the elven princess swung back around with her boots hitting the wall of the northwest tower.
"Brrrb." HEA shivers.
It was a little shilly for going out in boots only.
"Brogooo!" Get her!
The goblins spilled out the tower window like a bee swarm. They grabbed at the coiling vines and climbed eastward, fervently closing in on the denuded elven princess.
With her boots firm on the wall and hand grasping a long vine, the High Elf Archer picks an arrow with her fingertips and tossed it in the air, bitting the fletching as it fell and unslinging her bow with her only free hand.
She notches the arrow and draws with her teeth.
Twang.
"Groo!"
The shot slices through a single long vine, cutting it in half and speeding the armored sorry goblin towards his painful demise. But this untimely death wouldn't discourage his brethren in the slightest.
The goblins moved more carefully, their small grimy hands grasping at more that one single vine at a time, their armor would shield them from the worst's of the murderous high meal as they advanced.
Goblin the nine leads the rush against the high elf, for despite the desperation of his brethren, they couldn't keep up with him, for he was special.
Unlike his lazy goblin brothers, he'd bothered practicing his vine climbing skills around the fortress. He revised the thorny perimeter hidden beneath the grass. He practiced his archery, he was what adventurers would call, a prepared goblin.
Rare as he might be.
Goblin the nine would win the race for booty, he'd get dips on that spicy female while she was still feisty and there's nothing his brethren could do about it.
"Grobb broobh!" Cope and seethe!
Nine the goblin mocked. His two brethren popping veins and spewing curses as they cling and rush through the vines, furiously.
The high elf princess, in spite of all the ruckus before her, hangs by the vines whilst giving the goblins a blank stare, nibbling playfully with an arrow fletching in her mouth.
She fell pensive for a moment, now that she had time, HEA decides to go over her options.
Nocking more than one arrow at a time wasn't possible under her circumstances.
Her mint irises shot up, looking at the top of the tower, she was keeping an eye out for the archer at the top of the tower, who's yet to make his move.
On the distance she could see some figures running. It would take another minute before her party links up with her, maybe more once they enter the thorny perimeter.
But the princess wasn't worried about them, she'd know her crazy leader would have kept an eye on her with his weird trinket. The thorns won't be an issue for her party.
HEA focuses on the window, the armored hobgoblin was trying to squeeze himself out and join the hunt, but vainly so, his gut would not let him.
The elf considered taking a shot at it, but refrained. The armor could get in the way and she needs to be in the ready for archers.
It was at this time when the goblin archer reaches out the crenellations by the top of the tower.
High Elf Archer aimed the bow with her free hand and loaded the arrow caught in her mouth before pulling with the teeth.
Twang.
"Goroo!"
The princess shot knocked the bow off the goblin hands, but failed to pierce his helmet. The goblin took cover behind the crenellations as a heart attack was brewing.
"GROOOOOO-HOO-HOO-HOO-EEEEE!!"
The princess pointy ears perk up. The dry vines right next to her snapped and the noisy goblin leading the charge went down towards his stinking demise.
She was wondering why that goblin in particular looked so strangely enthusiastic? She could almost see pride coming off it, which was rare for a goblin.
The forest bumpkin didn't need to look too hard to notice the vines on her left would snap with just the weight of a feather, and so she leisurely took her time while waiting for the goblins to fall in her trap.
She didn't bother with theatrics or acting scared to sell off her plan either. HEA figured so long as she hangs in there looking pretty, the goblins couldn't help themselves.
The green devils jeered and mocked goblin the nine before resuming their chase of the princess, now with an eye out for any other of her cunning traps.
Having executed her trap flawlessly, HEA slung her bow over the shoulder and kicked off the wall.
Her hands grasping firm at a long vine, she straightens her legs and stuck her rear end out in full, before swinging across the tower.
"Hyah!"
POW.
"Grooohh!!"
The mighty kick saw one of the armored monster fly off the tower with spit coming out of its mouth. The long arch of his flight sees him crashing on the thorny vines.
"Hmph!" The princess gave a smug smirk.
Her swing reaches its end and begins to pull her back with a predatory smile. Her boot stuck out in preparation. The last goblin holding at the vines now gulping.
FWOOSH.
PROOK.
"Heek!!"
A sudden explosion blows through the tower wall, scattering burning debris like mortar towards the grassy landscape.
The last remaining goblin hanging cries in horror, scattering to grab at the vines as an entire chunk of his vertical garden was shaved with the raging fires.
It was the work of a shaman who's grown impatient with his subordinates and taken matters into his own hand.
The elven princess cringed as the swing of her vine drags her straight into the burst of flames.
"Ah! Ouch-hot-hot— eat this!"
KAPOW.
Kicking into a wall run, the princess manages to blitz pass the fires with only a lick of the flames and the few embers lighting her boots.
Her sharp eyes spotted a curious target peeking out the broken wall.
With peerless precision, her own body becomes the arrow and a kick connects at the jawline of a goblin shaman trying peek outside the flaming hole in the wall.
The hard sole blow knocks the bat lights out of the shaman, whom helplessly begins diving down the tower.
"Alright! Shaman down!" The princess cheers.
With the spell caster out of the picture, her party won't have to worry about a giant fireball dropping in the middle of a combustible grassland.
As her swing takes her elsewhere, HEA hurries putting off the embers in her boot fold before it grows livelier.
"GROOHH!!"
A frightening roar could be heard coming from inside the tower. The monstrous hand that spilled out from the wall caught the falling shaman by the ankle and pulls him back inside.
The elven princess clicks her tongue in annoyance. Getting rid of the leader wouldn't be so easy, and then her ears perk towards something else.
The vine she was holding is beginning to snap after catching fire.
Once reaching the height of her horizontal swing, the princess locks in on the leftover goblin like a hawk and swings down to finish the job.
Shook by the explosion and forced to climb down because of the flames. Goblin the one frightening so held for dear life.
Thorns from below and hellfire from above. The goblin reviews his life choices and wonders how he'd end up in these circumstances?
He was simply drinking in the tower room a minute ago, and now this. What ridiculous levels of escalation was this?
"Grooh ghroo hoo." My papa always said elf girls where trouble.
"You're next, goblin!"
"Ghreek!!"
The most abused vine holding the princess snaps and she's forced to kick into swift wall run towards goblin the one.
But goblin the one holds dear onto his lance. The sharp edge of the spearhead standing between himself and the rampaging high elf.
With no vines to grab and a dented spearhead in the way, goblin the one felt certain of his victory.
He would rather capture the high meal alive for playing purposes, but this one was a bit too murdery for his health.
The High Elf Archer wall-running down the dilapidated tower, jumps with a spinning motion as she whips her right leg with a spin and the left with a roundhouse.
"Grooh brooh hoo—" Thanks for the meal—
"Hmph!"
PAK. CLANK.
Goblin the one watched in flash horror as his trusty spear got knocked out his hand and the elf posterior flashed before his nose, then comes the back sole of the left boot.
Gulp*
Goblin the one swallowed an elven boot all the way to the ankle before violently being used as a foot hold for a boost.
HEA kicked off the goblin throat with a spring and caught hold of a new vine as she swung herself across the tower.
Goblin the one was left hacking and coughing in immense pain as he held for dear life.
His heart banging inside his chest. Somehow he managed to survive a close encounter with the high elf fatale.
He wasn't a prayer type but the moment sure made a good case for conversion.
TWANG.
A bowstring rings through the tall tower and goblin the one finds the only vine he was holding now sliced by an elven arrow.
The sweat in the goblin brown precipitates as he began accelerating towards the ground.
"GROOOOOO-HOO-HOO-HOO-EEEEE!!"
The denude princess couldn't help herself after catching the poor goblin carelessly holding onto just one vine like that.
"Serves you right, jerk!" She scoffed.
In the meantime of her acrobatic battle, the remainder of her party arrived at the foot of the tower.
A row of five goblin archers had taken to the wall battlement and been raining arrows on the party whilst HEA battle raged on.
Lizard Priest was holding a huge chunk of land, complete with dirt, tall grass, arrows and all.
The princess intuited that it was something the Dwarf had cast to keep it from crumbling into dirt and grass.
It was proving effective in blocking the arrow rain, but crossing the thorns field under fire proved challenging.
Just from a glance alone the elf princess could spot blood dripping out of Lizard Priest scales. The vines tearing at his pants.
When she crossed over, HEA had a chance to jump over most of the thorns, but Lizard Priest didn't have the luxury if he wanted to keep the party cover up. He was forced to drag himself through it all.
HEA spotted Goblin Slayer jump in front of Lizard Priest to slice a path between the thorny branches before retreating behind cover. His targe shield up with arrows already sticking out.
Several meters behind the elf could spot a flask caught on the thorny vines along with a large chunk of Priestess robe. Both likely taken away from their respective owners as they fought to move whilst remaining under cover.
Having arrived at the northwest side of the fortress, the party began circling around the tower to gain cover from the archers.
HEA caught herself on the wall with her boots standing vertically as she holds on the grown vines. The elven princess was preparing to assist the party in climbing now that she's dealt with her opponents, but something blurs before her eyes.
The sight caused time to slow before HEA. Through the gaping hole in the tower left by the shaman, something jumped out, no, something was tossed out, or someone.
It was a small humanoid monster draped in rags and bones, foul magic coursing through his tattooed body. The sheer look of terror flashing in his eyes confused the elven princess, but HEA didn't need to wonder for much longer before everything unfolded.
The goblin shaman crashed on the pile of land Lizard Priest was holding overhead, and then bounced off it with a loud snap of the bones and a tall rising dark cloud bursting all over the place.
"It can't be!" The princess froze in fear.
Sleep Cloud, the spell still fresh in her mind from when those hateful monsters attacked her home.
"Urgh!" Goblin Slayer groans.
The large pile of land crashed on the grass as Lizard Priest kneels. Priestess and Dwarf Shaman following suit as well.
HEA spotted a large armored hobgoblin overlooking from the gaping hole left in the wall.
Sleep Cloud was a medium range spell. It wasn't something that could be cast at the top of the tower and hit the party much father down below.
It caught them by complete surprise that a hobgoblin would turn on his leader and utilize him like that.
The goblin shaman rolled over the thorns as his spell continues spreading. The monster survival keeping the spell going.
The shaman tried to crawl away. It was furious for this betrayal, but stopping the spell now would assure his death at the hands of the adventurers.
He's been an unwilling player ever since his subordinate threatened to snap his neck if he wouldn't go along with the plan.
Goblin Slayer sunk his short sword in the grass, the strength sapped from him, he felt drowsy. The adventurer needed to take out the shaman before the archers managed to climb towards the top of the northwest tower.
HEA bit into the fletching and notched an arrow. She was about to take out the shaman when her pointy ears perk to an horrifying dissonance.
Magical energy, power words where converging at the top of the northwest tower, casting a flaring red light like a new sun has risen.
The scout archer found her heart had sunk down to the pit of her stomach. Through the crenellations at the tower top she caught sight of a goblin holding a staff of bones.
The nest had a second shaman, and it was readying a fireball aimed at HEA party.
The real leader of this nest and the one giving the order to sacrifice his fellow spell caster.
The high elf mind raced for options. Shoot it down, but she won't be able to stop the spell even when the caster goes down.
Sleep Cloud was a continuous spell which loses hold once the caster stops, but the coalescing mass of flames that its Fireball must blow up somewhere once gathered.
Over by the ground, a drowsy and disheartened Priestess had began casting Protection with what little strength she had left, the Sleep Cloud spell still ongoing.
The Dwarf was up to something as well, thought the princess, but she understood it wouldn't be enough.
Surrounded by tall grass all around, even if they blocked the blast of the spell, the flames would spread and encircle, trapping her party in a hellish death.
The high elf considerers shooting the shaman casting Sleep Cloud, and maybe her party could escape once Priestess and Dwarf Shaman have managed to block the incoming spell.
It could be risky and they won't completely escape the lick of the flames once it spreads around the grass, but they could still get away.
No, she thought. The thorny vines won't allow them to get away in time.
There's only one thing HEA could do now, and it requires thinking like a maniac.
The vine she had in hand wasn't long enough. HEA scanned the tower left for the elements before she found the thing she was looking for and jumps diving down.
She caught onto the fletching of her arrow and pulled at the bowstring as she fell.
TWANG.
The elven arrowhead sliced at a long coiling vine stretching all the way from top to bottom of the tower, shortening it from the bottom up.
In a split second HEA slings her bow over the shoulder and grabs desperately at the loose vine as the lower end cuts away from the tower.
"Ah!!"
The sliding grip burns at the palm of her hands and she manages to swing herself lower towards the ground. HEA hips rising with a cold sweat dripping as her bums pass right above the thorny vines.
She made it out by just an inch.
The high elf then spreads her legs as the arc of her swing brings her rapidly towards Priestess.
"Hang on!!"
"Wa-wa-wait— kyahhh!!"
The high elf boot-clad legs locked around Priestess like a pincer and she violently whisked the poor young girl off the ground. Their arc ascending rapidly across the tower.
"IIIIAAAHHHHH!!" The poor Priestess cried in waterfalls of fright.
Soon the two girls reached the top of the swing arc and Priestess teary eyes flashed for a second.
Perhaps it was her devotion or experience as a member of their unorthodox party that kept her from dropping the spell in spite of all.
The blond girl held her priestly cap with one hand and aimed the sounding staff in her other, trusting the elven princess wouldn't drop her now.
"Protection!"
BOOOOOOMMM.
The tower top thunders with the roar of fire as an explosion burst forth, swallowing the Fireball caster in its wake before spreading in all but one direction.
The goblin shaman never understood why. It was like the adventurers managed to place a barrier right on his face, and his own spell blew in front of it.
From the blast of the flames falls off a long coiling vine holding two girls smoldering all over.
""KYAAHHH HAAAA HAAAHHH!!!""
The two cried in fright as the sheer drag of their fall puts them out. The explosion flames never making it past the halfway point of the tower thanks to the quick-witted high elf plan. Their friends left on ground level would be safe but they...
"WE'RE GOING TO CRASH!!"
"H-HANG ON!!"
The long vine thugs and drags them in an arc. This time it's Priestess turn for a swing across the thorny vines.
The young maiden of the Earth Mother pales, realizing she won't make it above the thorns.
The frightened young faithful buries her face on HEA belly and lifts her legs high as the arc of their swing brings her priestly behind towards the agonizing thorn vines.
SHHHHRK.
"HEEEEP!! AHHHH HAAAIEEEE!!"
HEA once again made the cut only an inch above her high rear while Priestess plows through the entire thorny field dragging her butt across.
The Priestess robe caught and shredded like paper. The close encounter left her buns brimming with thorns and slashes whilst taking the entirety of her robe belows and skirt.
When the arc of their swing brought them at the height of the tower once again, HEA pulls and manages to launch herself and Priestess towards the wall.
Therein she catches on the fixed vines, stopping themselves in place with her boots to the wall and Priestess caught in a pincer hold.
Hic. Hic*
"Ah haha… Y-you did great! Good girl!" The guilty elf cheers.
When the elven princess enlisted the help of her most sensible friend in the group, the elf now realizes she wasn't looking that far ahead.
Priestess strawberry red behind had caught herself a couple dozen and more thorns digging though an unblemished pair of white panties.
The girl had began sobbing from both pain and embarrassment as she buried her face on the stomach of her elf friend, who's been casually fighting awhile now in nothing but her thigh-high boots for some reason.
Priestess wonders what she does to remain so calm and collected?
Maybe your dignity it's the least of your concerns in a life or death situation? The young faithful wonders, cringing from the pain and burying her face on the elf tummy.
The high elf was about to offer comfort for her junior once again when the wall besides them exploded.
PROOK.
"GHROOO!!!"
"Heep!!" The Priestess cried.
A two meters tall piece of the tower wall collapsed under the hobgoblin fist.
Slabs of debris falling right besides the party down on the ground below. The girls catch sight of Goblin Slayer dragging himself and killing the shaman casting Sleep Cloud just as an arrow strikes the crown of his helmet with a bounce.
From the same room in the tower as the hobgoblin, a band of five archers and two lancers gather and begin firing towards Goblin Slayer and company.
"Tsk! Ahh! Why did they have to show up now!?" The elf whines.
Hic… * "Oh Earth Mother abounding in mercy…" A still sobbing Priestess began to pray.
The hobgoblin roared and forced HEA to jump off the wall with Priestess still in tow.
The green Goliath caught on a myriad of vines and swung himself behind the girls.
The poor Priestess heart sunk when she found herself swinging again, but the arc this time was much higher than before. They were using a shorter vine to move around this time.
The arc drags both girls though a powerful gust that threatens to blow Priestess cap away with the wind.
"Protection!"
As HEA boots hit the wall at the end of their swing around the tower, Priestess summons forth her second miracle of the day, this time throwing a barrier right in front of the gaping hole of the tower wall, blocking the archers way into Goblin Slayer and company below.
The little devils curse, before starting to make their way up the stairs towards the top of the tower.
"GOORRHH!!"
"You wish!"
The hobgoblin arc brings it crashing down on Priestess and her princess friend. He came in like a wrecking ball.
BOOM.
HEA masterfully launches off the wall with Priestess locked in-between her legs. The hobgoblin misses both girls by the tip of his monstrous fingers before crashing through the wall.
"We can't stay here anymore, it's too dangerous! I'm bringing us towards the top!"
"Eep! Watch out!" Priestess alerted.
The hobgoblin suddenly burst out the tower wall, still grappling at a handful of coiling vines in one hand and the other holding a comically long pike with a dizzied goblin holding at the other end.
"Eek!" The princess frightfully cries.
The long arc of their swing soon reaches it's zenith with the hobgoblin right behind and thrusting the sharp pike at the girls.
"EEK!!"
The hobgoblin thrust digs its tip at the high elf back door. The pike comes out without harming the elven archer in the slightest, but her PTSD would beg otherwise.
A panic attack sets in and the high elf body heats up with large beads of sweat rolling towards Priestess. The young fail begins to slip and panic.
The gravity then begins to drag the hobgoblin swinging back towards the ground, dropping the pike and the other goblin holding it as he tries to save his own life.
The pike goblin goes down with a silly cry. One moment he's taking the stairs and the next he's getting dragged along in the most ridiculous fight of his life, and the next he's being discarded.
HEA latches onto the wall and stops herself and Priestess from falling again.
"Hang on, I'm going to climb up!"
At the princess notice, Priestess wraps both arms around the high elf waist so she could unlock her legs and use them to climb as well.
It takes them a good half a minute from where they stood to reach the top and climb over to horizontal ground.
Haff… haff… huff* HEA drops to her hands and knees trying to catch her breath.
Priestess kneels down with her head pressing the floor. The girl tries grasping at her poor butt to soothe the pain, despairing as she begins to count the thorns piercing her panties.
Suddenly the trap door for the tower kicks open and to the fright of the girls, green little monsters begin to step in, followed by a heavy armored hobgoblin carrying a large shield and morning star.
"Ugh…! Don't you stupid goblins ever get tired of this!?" The princess bemoaned.
Not only had they seven goblins left to deal with, this wasn't the same hob they where dealing with before. That one was still stuck helplessly swinging in the vines like a goon.
If they truly wanted to exterminate the nest then their fight was only just beginning.
In the blink of an eye she had available, the High Elf Archer once again goes over her options.
She could climb down the tower and try to retreat for now, but Priestess wasn't in a condition to follow along.
The poor girl was tooted up, ass red and raised with face and knees resting on the floor. HEA couldn't see what expression Priestess was making, but she heard a mumbling that gave the high elf an idea.
The elven archer raised her bow to notch an arrow, then two more.
Escaping wasn't an option now that the goblin archers have arrived. They will never allow the girls a chance to retreat the distance needed to get away, much less under the hazardous terrain around the fortress. And HEA doesn't knows if the others down on the ground are in any condition to escape after being exposed to the Sleep Cloud spell for so long.
A fight to the last was now their only choice, and then, a determined Priestess pulls her face off the floor.
"Holy Light!"
A blinding flare of light flashes over the top of the tower, blinding the goblins and sending them reeling.
HEA fires a volley of three arrows, piercing at a lancer arm, but the others don't make it past the chain mail and plated armor.
HEA loads another volley and fires again, this time striking the bows of two archers.
The hobgoblin charges with a roar and his eyes closed, arm over the shoulder and holding a melon sized morning star.
A downward swing they could handle, but if it decided to sweep it's weapon across the floor, it was over.
Priestess wasn't as nimble as HEA herself, and wounded. Just one blow from such fearsome foe and it was over.
The elf herself was at the end of her stamina, her delicate arms throbbing from all the fighting. She no longer had the strength to shoulder Priestess as she moves around.
The high elf dashed towards the hob with a sweeping strike of her carved bow.
Clank.
The blow rings with a dull metal thud. HEA feels it pulsate through her arms.
The hobgoblin roared and trips over with the morning star crashing down a foot away from Priestess.
PROOK.
"Eeap!!"
The impact sends spiraling cracks across the floor until a small hole collapses.
Priestess shuffles aside with fright and a face full of snot and tears, dropping the Holy Light spell in the process.
HEA wastes not another second and leaps atop the back of the fallen hobgoblin body, knocking off his helmet with a golf swing of her carved bow and loading an arrow instantly, but her shot was off.
Something tackles the princess from behind, several goblins at that, sending her into shock. She sees the creatures arms wrapping around her finely figure as she drops.
Four goblins knock down the denude high elf, beating her with kicks and their wooden bows. Meanwhile three more make their way towards the defenseless Priestess.
"NOOOO!!" The young faithful cries in distress.
She watches in horror as the goblins pin down her long-eared friend before the kneeling hobgoblin. The sheer horror of their hopelessness beginning to set in.
The goblins corner Priestess against the crenellations of the tower. Sneers that could hardly contain their cruelty flashing before the poor girl sapphire eyes.
She sat with her legs bent and her knees pressing, trembling, she lost the valor to stand up by herself. Her shoulders shaking and her breath ragged, the cobblestone wetting underneath her once unblemished white panties.
The monsters sneering became wild and boisterous. If they didn't terrorize their victims they'd be no goblins at all, but they hadn't even started and the blonde one was already a sniveling mess.
Therein stood goblin the eight, emboldened after striking horror in the face of his newest victim, now wondering if he could do the same to that hot elfu psycho?
Goblin the eight turned around with his slimy tongue lolling out and a wide grin.
The snack in question had been stripped naked from head to toes, her teeth grit like a raving animal, body covered in bruises and now had a black eye like that of a raccoon. In her arms a fellow armored goblin caught in a guillotine choke and a terrifying symphony of snapping bones.
POP-SNAP.
It didn't matter how hard the other goblins pulled at her hair or tried to restrain the high elf, another one bites the dust. Goblin the eight bites his tongue with wide eyes and the blood draining from his face.
He turned around once again, knowing his place, deciding his time was more safely spent with Priestess instead.
POWCLANK.
Goblin the eight felt a shiver running through his spine and by his side, a fellow armored goblin was sent rolling on the cobblestone.
Goblin the eight turned yet one more time to find the nude elf now stripped of her bow and quiver, jumping three meters over the air and stomping on the armored hobgoblin as she falls, before leaping his way.
"Ghro!! Goah hoh goh!!" Wait! I'm too young to die!!
Goblin the eight frightfully hides behind his two fellow armored goblins as HEA begins to catch up.
"You stinking greenbags— leave that girl alone!"
One of the armored goblins harassing Priestess was a lancer, and it didn't think twice before thrusting with his jagged spear.
The naked elf pulls up a finely leg and stomps with the fury of a thousand suns, serving the goblin lancer with a mikiri counter.
The spearhead sinks on the cobblestone and bends, sending a wave through the shaft before straightening and slipping off the goblin hands. The armored goblin hits the floor as the spear shaft uppercuts the lights out of him.
Goblin the eight couldn't take it anymore and grabs a vine before jumping out the tower.
A wise choice. One the last goblin standing between the high elf and Priestess also decided to follow, and the two girls where finally reunited.
"Can you stand!? We need to run!"
The princess helps her dear friend to her feet. Priestess couldn't quite stand straight yet, she was afraid and her pantied buns hurt like a pincushion.
But the last thing she wanted was to weigh her friend down, and so she made a mighty effort to stand and run.
HEA grabbed her by the hand and the two began running towards the crenellations with dozens of hands reaching lustfully from behind.
"Are you ready? Jump!"
"Eep!"
The young faithful didn't question her long eared friend, and jumped off the tower along with her. She knew her friend would have a plan to survive the fall.
A sinking, butterfly feeling crept in Priestess tummy. She and HEA began losing altitude rapidly, their hair fluttering high, but the smart elf never lets go of her friend hand.
They jumped towards the inner side of the wall. Inside the fortress lay a pile of hay near the horse stables, for which HEA aimed their jump at.
"Ahh!!"
"Wahhh!!"
PUFF.
The two crashed in the haystack. Feeling the impact reverberating through their bodies, HEA was the first to jump out.
"Puhah! Puff, bleh! Hack!" A handful of hay sticking out of her tongue.
She felt grossed out, but her landing proved much softer than she was expecting. A welcome surprise for everything that had gone wrong that day.
Priestess was next to jump out, reaching records heights for humans high jumps.
"EEEEAAAHHHHHHHH!!!"
The thorns embedded in her poor posterior got hammered even deeper, coursing a wave of immense pain that had the young faithful rocketing out of the hay with high hops and her hands grasping at her tortured buns.
"Ah haha ha…" The high elf cringed, adverting her gaze.
This was the second time her plans backfired on her junior. The minty elf was starting to worry she might not be very good at looking after others in battle.
But now it's their chance to escape, and the first order of business is finding a place to hide. HEA aimed for the haystacks to cushion their fall, but now they're trapped inside the fortress with the goblins.
But the elven princess could never imagine what would unfold next.
Goblin the five sighs with a shake of his head, taking off his helmet to reveal a lustrous balding head with a long banana nose hiding underneath.
With a majesty that's wasted in goblins, his stance drops and he takes running at full speed towards the crenellations of the tower.
His brethren thrown into disarray, they make for their bows and quivers, passing him with concern and confusion.
They always gave him weird looks in the nest. They couldn't fathom what was wrong with him.
But what number five understood and they didn't know, was that he was special.
Goblin the fifth vaults over the crenellations with a leap of faith.
The minty haired heroine had just gotten her princessy ass out the hay when she hears a loud rustle and turns around, only to find an intrepid number five leaping at her face.
The goblin not only stuck the landing flawlessly, but he also capitalized in the momentum to leap again, but this time after the elf princess.
Time slows down for the goblins and hobgoblin standing at the top of the tower. Their amazement wasn't something that could be conveyed in words.
The nest weirdo was so damn cool? Their nest weirdo?
The collective band of green monsters would never think of risking a jump like that, yet five hadn't hesitated. The goblin holds absolute confidence in his skills. Not a gesture showing in his dandy profile.
But goblin the fifth gallantry froze before the underfoot of a nude elf mule kick.
As he soon found out, leaping at a fight-less pile of hay wasn't the same as leaping at a ravenous angry elf.
POW.
"Groahh!!"
The princess couldn't predict the event, but not that it would've mattered when she was dealing with a goblin. And the high elf followed her kick with a curve-stomping.
PAW. POM. BING. POW.
"Griahhhhhhh!!!"
The sorry goblin the fifth cried and crawled, but was grabbed by the ankles and dragged clawing at the ground towards the princess. HEA then pulls up a shovel.
TUNK. CLONK. PLOP. PAUM.
"Goooorrrrrhhhh!!!"
With every vein popping from her finely neck into her delicate visage, the refined naked princess power-lifts a barrel and brings it down on the abused goblin pleading for mercy.
PRAKK.
"Gro…"
A hoard of apples spills out the broken barrel along with a pool of foul blood. The elf princess stands up dusting her hands.
"Hmph!"
Suddenly, something heavy lands behind the minty elf girl, sending her pointy ears standing up.
"Lookout!!"
HEA has only time to turn around before the wide backhand of a hobgoblin knocks her lights out.
The high elf and the priestess have been captured.
Part 2
The fortress had been downcast in a stormy weather. Winds blow fiercely through the grassland and the derelict buildings. Lightning bolts striking from afar, but not a drop of rain yet.
POP.
"KYAAAHHH!!!"
Shrieks of anguish traveled across the old human fortress. A mighty hobgoblin took hold of HEA by the ankles and pulled apart, giving her an agonizing leg-split before her muscle ligaments tore.
"Aaahhh…!"
The princess was dropped at the ground ground with her legs sprawled and agonizing.
The hobgoblin didn't bother looking for ways to restrain the high elf. It just wasn't in the mood to go through that hassle. It simply figured if it broke her legs, unarmed as she was, she wouldn't pose much of a fight.
Priestess watches in complete horror. Her face pale and the words wouldn't come out. She couldn't stand to see her friend being hurt like that, but the words just wouldn't come out, and the trembling wouldn't stop either.
HEA tried pushing up with her arms but could barely move before the immeasurable pain would stop her from standing up.
With her legs unresponsive and her weakly elf arms, there wasn't much she could do to fight back.
Her face contorted in agony and her teeth grit, she was picked off the ground by a hobgoblin once again. They where only getting started with her.
She had razed their precious nest to the ground. Despite all the weaponry, goblinpower and their heavy armor, only two hobs and five goblins had been left at the end of the ordeal.
They'll make her pay dearly for this affront.
Priestess was surrounded by the five remaining goblins while the hobgoblins took care of HEA.
The little creatures weren't fools, despite their cruelty. Not a single one wanted to be anywhere near HEA after seeing what she could do.
Goblin the eight was first to kick Priestess down on her hands and knees. The girl turned over with a squeak and the goblins began ripping the clothes off her like gift wrap.
The robe, her boots, the blouse, even her beloved chainmail was taken off and discarded.
The sniveling Priestess was left laying in her hands and knees with her soiled panties facing goblin the eight.
"Gohoho!" Ha ha ha!
"Grohoho!" Pathetic!
"Gorhorhor!" What a loser!
The monsters couldn't contain their cackling. They pointed and sneered. Priestess could only tremble under their cruel gaze.
They hadn't bound or tried restraining her in any way, yet she wasn't fighting back or trying to run away.
When they found her, she was sitting in a pool of her own urine. They've never seen a bigger prey in all their lives as goblins, and yet she dares come into their home to hunt them.
The poor faithful couldn't move. The fear had sapped the strength from her arms and legs. There wasn't an ounce of a fight or flight response in her. She was only prey for the goblins to have their fun.
Almost disappointed with such easy catch, the goblins turn around to see how the game it's going in the big leagues.
CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.
A hobgoblin had the elf stuck under his stinky armpit and was giving her a brutal spank while the other one just waited his turn by pulling at HEA ears.
"AAAHHHH!!! HYAAHHH!!! IIIIAAAIII!!" The princess cried.
The goblins evil laugh syncs with that of the hobgoblins. They wanted revenge on that high elf too, but weren't stupid enough to endanger their lives by coming anywhere near her.
Goblin the eight at least was certain of it. He took the lead by positioning right behind Priestess. The blond young girl had been stripped of everything but her soiled white panties.
Eight could see her cheeks reddish tint under the leg holes of the fabric, and sticking out where dozens, no, three times more thorns and spines digging deep into her tender butt.
The goblin found it hilarious how she found herself under this situation in the first place, and picked a thorn before brutishly pulling it out.
Poing.
"Eeeeppp!!"
A cute squeak left the sniveling girl, followed by the uproarious laugh of the goblins.
Another one pulls a thorn as well and elicits the same squealing response from the trembling blond girl.
She didn't try to stand up for herself or run away either. Priestess arms became so weak she slumped down on her face with her butt up. Now left completely toothed up for the monsters amusement.
The goblins couldn't believe how big of a loser they'd caught. The young blonde looked so determined before but now that they had her in their grasp, Priestess was looking so pathetic that it was starting to make them angry.
The goblins turn around towards the elf princess instead.
One hobgoblin had brought HEA towards a tall pile of thorny vines and holding her by the shoulders, sat her up with great force.
POING.
"Heeee… AAAAAAAHHHHHHH HA HAAAAAHHHH!!!"
The hobgoblin left her go and the elf princess rocketed into the air a full five meters grasping at her pained butt.
She landed and launched into several straight-back hops shaking her rear and fondling it, before the pain in her torn leg muscles causes her to drop on her stomach. Her ass bright red and a pincushion for one unhealthy amount of thorns.
The hobgoblin guffaws with tears coming out of his eyes. It was almost too funny. That proud high elf whom nearly ends them all was nothing more than a toy now.
"Ghroo hoo bgrooh. Goo hoo goo hoo!" She went higher than the wall. Ah haha ha ha!
Besides him walks another enthusiastic hobgoblin who grabs the high elf by the hair before dragging her back to the thorns pile and brutishly sitting her down again.
The ear splitting, "YOOOOUUUCH!!!" Scream that reach the goblin ears made them reconsider their plaything.
Priestess was starting to wail after hearing the screams of her friend when a goblin steps on her head meanwhile goblin the eight grabs her by the soiled panties.
The sadistic goblin pulls up with a cutting wedgie that lifted Priestess rear somehow even higher, causing her to stand completely on her face, her legs bend and lift up the ground until only her toes can reach it.
"EEEEKKKK!!!" The young faithful squeals.
The wedgie shredded at the wet fabric and dragged on several thorns pulling them out, much to Priestess torture, while others just left a hole in the wear and remained deeply dug in the poor blonde butt.
The scarlet cheeks now completely visible and the panties swallowed up by the modest priestly butt and her labia.
Goblin the eight proudly presented his wedgie to the other goblin, pointing at the behind of the girl whose toes barely touch the ground and knees bend funny.
'See? She's fun to play with too!' He tried to say towards his brethren, but they weren't listening anymore.
Their gaze hadn't come back from the high meal side of the game. Even the goblin stepping over Priestess head was beginning to lose interest with how little fight she had.
Over by the big leagues, the hobgoblins had taken hold of HEA by both ankles and both wrists, their monstrous meat sticking out the loincloth.
The time for silly games was over, the hobgoblins couldn't keep themselves away from the elfussy anymore.
The sorry high elf was lifted off the ground and her limbs spread in an X pose. Her ass had enough pins to make a porcupine jealous, and a hasty hobgoblin rams right into the princess front door.
"Nooooo— aaaaAAAHHMMM!!!"
HEA wild cries where quickly shut up, as a horny hobgoblin shoves his meat right down her throat, widening her mouth to the end of her rope.
The girth so vast not even the moans had space to come out. HEA underbelly deforms, gaining and losing size as the hobgoblin meat leisurely grinds in and out.
In the front the princess neck has fattened so much she couldn't cry out a word. She was unfathomably disgusted by the taste and the smell alone, but her puke simply had no space to come out. Her face would often bounce on the hobgoblin bush, getting some of it in her eyes, before the monster pulls away again.
She was in immense pain and completely overcome by disgust, yet all she could do was take it with her mouth and legs wide open.
Goblin the eight found he'd been left alone. The soiled girl he was holding in a painful wedgie his only comfort.
His mates had all left to queque for a go with the big leagues. They had forgotten the horrors of that elf girl.
Just because she was getting spit-roasted in midair doesn't means she couldn't slip away and go on a bloody carnage.
"Eep!!"
Goblin the eight was satisfied with his docile victim. Never again he swore, and so he never looked back again. Life was too short to be anywhere near that high elf.
The four armored goblins gather besides the spit-roasted high elf. They all wanted a turn once the hobgoblins where done, but there was the matter of how they would agree on something so important.
'I have an idea!' Said one of the goblins as the hobgoblins sped up the grind.
A limbo dance, he proposed, using the poor princess as the low bar. The goblins agreed to at least take turns playing
The first challenger stands before the spit-roasted elf working the grind. Crossing his arms and bending backwards, the first goblin begins crossing under the stomach of the high elf.
The other goblins allowed him to go first so they could observe for any tricks they could use. Despite being held up in the air by two hobgoblins, the low bar was nothing if not unsteady.
Her waist would move up and down with the thrust and her stomach would deform back and forth. They needed to cross as the hobgoblins pull out, or else they risk the low bar touching them.
The first goblin then grabbed at his nose, bent it sideways like it was something natural, much to the surprise of the other challengers and crossed under the high elf without an issue.
This left the other three competitors aghast and furious. That bastard proposed a game he had an edge over the others. How goblin like of him.
Challenger number one clears the limbo dance.
The second competitor took to the low bar, crossing his arms and bending his back till it was about to snap. He eyed the sweaty bellybutton of the high elf as it grows fatter with each of the hobgoblin thrusts.
"Grhoo hoo!" An opening!
The goblin rushes right as the hobgoblins pull out, and right before they come back in—
SNAP.
"GHROAAAAAHH!" My back!
The goblin became paralyzed right under the sweaty tummy of the spit-roasted princess, then came back the goblin thrust to fill her belly and punch the sorry goblin in his nose.
POW.
Challenger number two fails the limbo dance.
Challenger number three took to the abused low bar. Gathering his strength for the challenge ahead, he crossed his arms and bent backwards, carefully observing the belly of the high elf as it deforms with each thrust.
It was at this moment that Lady Luck smiles on the third challenger, and an opening presents itself.
The hobgoblin holding HEA by the arms couldn't control himself any longer and dives right in to the ends of his length, causing HEA to swallow it all until her face digs on the monster bush, getting an irritating amount of pubic hair in her eyes and nose.
As if the poor girl wasn't already in enough discomfort, and then her stomach began growing larger with the douse of hobgoblin juices filling her in.
But this presented a great opportunity for challenger number three. Now that the low bard had stopped shaking so much, he only needed to watch out for the deforming tummy before taking his chance.
"Grroh!" Limbo!
The challenger number three clears the limbo dance.
Curses and depravity was all challenger number fourth had to say in the matter. The hobgoblin meat was sunk all the way in and his juices only fattened the high elf even more. It was almost impossible to cross under her at this point!
The wrist hobgoblin had long been done with his course, but still held on waiting. He was a great spit-roast partner for giving his fellow hob the time to catch up the grind.
Challenger number fourth rushed towards the low bar, trying to make it under just in time but his nose got stuck in the high elf round belly before the goblin meat came back to smack him in the nose.
Challenger number fourth fails the limbo dance.
He got up cursing and whining about unfairness and foul play. He even threw a hook at the princess inflated belly for causing him to lose the game.
Completely immobilized and having a thick hobgoblin meat shoved all the way, the princess tummy couldn't do much but sweat it off. Not even a pained moan could get out.
Finally, the ankles hobgoblin reached his climax and thrust all the way in, his bush pressing on the high elf nethers and busting a load to fatten the poor girl even more.
He sighted before taking a deep breath, and then pulled out, dropping the high elf on the ground and moving on to grab a bite of something to eat with his friend the other hobgoblin.
The fourth armored goblins broke into a fight over who would have the next turn.
It was at this unassuming moment when one of the hobgoblins heard a puff sound and stopped on his tracks.
The sound was coming from the haystacks. Alert, the hobgoblin made his way towards the haystacks by himself. In there he found a wounded goblin holding a comically long pike.
The great hobgoblin gasped in surprise. He had indeed seen this goblin before, he tried using his spear as a weapon and wound up dropping it along with his holder from the midpoint of the tower.
The pike goblin looks like he's in his deathbed. Thorns sticking all over his body and a swollen back resulting from the high fall.
He weakly stretches up an arm, holding the pike at the hobgoblin who brought his demise.
"Grho, bgh bhroo…" I, have a dream…
He began.
The hobgoblin couldn't give a Rhea's ass for causing the death of this goblin in particular, but he at least bothered listening to his last wish.
The hobgoblin took the pike from the weak hand of the creature. He normally wouldn't have cared in the slightest, but at least the goblin last wish was interesting to him.
"Ghorb brru." I will see to your dream.
And so he turned around and began making his way towards HEA with pike in hand.
He walked right next to his fellow hobgoblin, whom looked like he wanted to say something, but he ignores him.
He walked right next to a merry goblin as a pair of soiled panties finally snap on his hands, causing a yelp from the frightened other female.
He walks right next to a crowd of armored goblins having a spat over who's next in line.
Finally, the hobgoblin finds a beaten high elf with her body full of bruises and juices coming out her labia.
She was hacking and puking, but looked like she could barely move before she turned around and caught sight of the hobgoblin, and what's on his hand.
Her visage turning paler than ever before.
"NOOOO!!!"
She tried to crawl away, but the hobgoblin grabs her by the leg before taking aim and violently piercing in.
"YAAAAHHH HAAAAAHH!!!"
The thunderous shriek draws the attention of every goblin in the courtyard.
Priestess looks in complete horror.
The pike sinks deep in the princess butt, drawing a spurt of blood and a flesh rending crunch. The hobgoblin then pulls at the shaft and lifts HEA overhead with one hand, before pulling her down the pike with his other hand.
"WAAAAHHHH HASAAAASHAHSHASAA— AH….!"
The pike sinks even deeper and deeper with a gush of blood spilling down the shaft coming out the princess ass.
HEA face distorts into a frenzy of pain and agony before a bloody stake digs its way out of her mouth with a spurt of blood.
The screaming falls silent. The elf wide eyes dwarf and roll up to the back of her head. Her arms and legs limp down, causing Priestess a heart attack from the shock alone.
The hobgoblin sinks the butt of the stake in the ground and leaves it pointed towards the sky with the dying elf stuck in it.
The goblins break down crying over the waste alone, meanwhile the goblin piker resting on the haystack closes his eyes and passes away with a serene look in his face.
All it's forgiven, was his last thought.
"Uwaaaahhhh!!!"
Priestess broke down before the impaled high elf. It was so horrible she hardly could think straight anymore.
CLANK.
A metal screech rings through the courtyard, drawing everyone's gaze away from the elf on the stick.
The head of a large hobgoblin was seen flying before Lizard Priest dual sword claw. The hobgoblin never understood how or why a being so monstrous managed to sneak up on him.
The goblins quickly scanned for their surroundings in fright, and this lead to them missing the shadows growing larger over their heads.
When one looked up, it found a five meters tall chunk of masonry precipitating slowly above them.
"That's feather fall for you! Stinking goblins!"
BOOM.
The ground drums like an earthquake after Dwarf Shaman cancels out feather fall, sending the large mass of debris from the northwest tower crashing down on the armored goblins crowd.
Goblin the eight falls on his arse and hurriedly tries to run away, but it's stoped by a weakly Priestess grabbing at his ankle.
The little devil rages, kicking and stomping Priestess on the head, but the young faithful refuses to let go.
The final hobgoblin rushes and grabs a large escutcheon shield with a morning star left behind by his fellow hobgoblin. Taking a battle stance at the last falling adventurer coming down with feather fall.
The man holding a lit torch's in one hand, pulls out a bottle and tosses it over the hobgoblin.
It breaks with crystal snap on the shield of the hobgoblin before a black liquid spills down into his shoulders.
"Burn."
A dispassionate voice commands, dropping the torch.
The hobgoblin sees the torch coming down and attempts to parry it with his shield, but it's surprised by a roaring fire erupting and spreading over his armor.
"GROOOOOOHHHHHH!!!"
The hobgoblin flails and wails trying to fend off the flames and Goblin Slayer hits the ground running.
The warrior draws on a sword of questionable length and brings it down on a goblin who's busy kicking down at Priestess.
The poor girl had taken a black eye from the beating and blood was pouring out of her mouth, but she felt nothing like the helpless mess she was a moment ago.
She knew when he was around, it never felt like their circumstances where truly hopeless.
SLASH.
Goblin the eight died witnessing the end of his entire nest.
Part 3
Later at the Temple of Law of the Supreme God.
"Hey! Don't run in the halls! A-at least put some clothes before you go running around in the halls!" An exasperated priest scolded.
A ruckus was brewing.
"Ahh!! Big sis I'm sorry!! I didn't mean it when I said you looked funny with that stick up your butt! I swear I didn't mean it!"
"Yes you did!"
"That's right I mean— wait I'm joking aaahhhhh!!!"
"Hey Long-Ears calm down! You need to get some rest!"
"Not until I slay this little goblin!"
Almost as if waking up from a nightmare, the High Elf Archer jumped out of bed soaked in sweat.
Besides her was resting a kindly blonde girl who once dressed in priestly robes. Priestess lay sleeping under the bed covers just as naked as HEA was.
The elven princess clutched her chest after taking a closer look at her and finding out she wasn't harmed in any way, or at the very least have made a full recovery from the ordeal.
Then HEA began hearing a snickers from the other side of the bed, and sets off chasing that denude little goblin.
Chapter Rolls and Notes
Days since chapter 5, a 6, nearly a week.
Nest power, a 5, nest of 35 power.
Turn 1, a 14, HEA deals 2 damage to the nest and drops it to 33.
Turn 2, a 7, HEA takes one point of damage and it's stripped half naked.
Turn 3, a 9, neutral turn.
Turn 4, a 20, HEA deals 8 points of damage to the nest, dropping it to 25 and rolls to summon priestess, first rolls a 6 and fails, second rolls a 1 and fails.
Turn 5, an 11, neutral turn.
Turn 6, natural 20, HEA deals 8 damage to the next and drops it down 25 to 17 and rolls to summon priestess, a 5, fails, roll two, a 14, priestess joins HEA.
Turn 7, a 10, neutral turn.
Turn 8, an 1 critical failure that becomes a 2 with priestess bonus. The goblins strip HEA fully naked and snap her bow in two, leaving her with a penalty that nullifies Priestess bonus.
Turn 9, a 16, the girls deal 4 damage to the nest and drop it down to 13 goblin power.
Turn 10, a 11, neutral turn.
Turn 11, a 1, critical failure. The goblins capture HEA and priestess.
Captured turn, a 4 failure, but it's been 25 days since HEA used the resurrection miracle back in nest 2. And, as it was used during the 1-5 range, it only takes 20 days to recover in this case.
HEA uses the resurrection miracle and there's a second roll, and a 15, the full party comes to the rescue.
Turn 12, a 15, the full party deals 11 damage to the goblin nest, dropping it down to 2.
Turn 13, natural 20, the party deals 16 damage to the nest and the chapter is over.
Two shamans worth 12 total, two hobs worth 8, and 15 goblins for a grand total of 35 nest power.
And as it was used during the 6-10 range, the next resurrection miracle will consume 40 days before it's ready for use again.
End of chapter 6.
From this point on the note will be erased in the future as these are just my comments and not content of the chapter.
Sorry for the long wait, my work was understaffed and I wound up working 58 hours a week to help around.
I managed to get a two week vacation which I thought would help me publish more frequently, but no way, I was tired as fuk and took the actual vacation at face value.
Anyways, welcome to the 6-10 chapter range!
I got a bit carried away with this chapter and got way too long. Even for this range, the chapters aren't supposed to break over the 10K words yet. I just had too many ideas for vertical combat and more.
Funny thing is that I couldn't use all of them, nor could I make use of all the goblins shenanigans I had planned for this chapter capture scene either. Those will be put to use in later chapters if we do get those because I had to wrap things up.
Oh, also, don't expect Priestess to have it this easy if she gets captured again. This was just the theme of the scene.
The theme was, "Amateur caught by goblins vs veteran caught by goblins."
The whole point of the comedy was that Priestess was completely breaking with the lite goblin treatment while HEA was getting absolutely wrecked.
Just because Priestess it's supposed to be a sweet character doesn't means she should be exempt from the world she lives in. At least not in my fanfictions that's for sure.
A sweet character can remain sweet under most circumstances without the world having to bend over to accommodate them and their all-rays-and-sunshine nonsense.
In future scenarios if the dice wills it, they will both be abused equally. This is a ryona fanfic after all.
I hope you listened to me when I told you this was not for the faint of heart, right? This isn't the same as my other fanfics where the girls get hurt for the sake of comedy or to make the tension believable.
Oh, I also found another one of you "normal" readers writing stories like these with clear influence from yours truly.
Your welcome by the way. I'm mildly annoyed none of you invite me to read your stories and instead I have to trip into them on my own.
But it's fine, I'm very magnanimous, and thanks to you I acquired the last quirk I was looking for that all heroines fanfic.
You see before I had Aqua, Yanfei, Fina, HEA and even Raphtalia who just joined figure out, but I was missing what to do with Zelda.
However, thanks to your help beloved one, I found out a way to make her stand and be unique from the rest, and I'll like to thank you for that.
Oh well, next it's chapter 7 which will contain the first boss fight of the fanfic as it rolled pretty high in nest power. We're meeting the first of the twin lords.
But before that, I need to write the next chapter of the Sus Exvius, this time without more delays so I hope you enjoy this one.
Fina it's starting to get angry that she won't come out in the JP server no matter how much lapis I throw at her.
Also, if you get a notification that I edited previous chapters, that just means I'm fixing grammar and erasing the notes such as this since it's been a while now, but don't worry about it.
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