The green energy spooled out of the back street as the two weary gaurds pointed their weapons at the energy as an abnormally sized creature was tinking viles. It's skins dark red, it's ears long extremely so and the look of greed in it's eyes, it's rags would barely fit a gnome.
The larger soilder placed his weapon dowb and signilled to his younger comrade as it spoke in an accent that was a mixture of common and one of a greedy soul. "Dante!" The large soilder smiled "calaran! Nice to see you again." The goblin laughed his enthusiasm. "Downgraded to basic soilder 'eh dante?" Dante shrugged "guess so but im gaurding with this lil' scrap." The younger soilder whispered "damien izazel..." Calaran placed away the vile. "Nice to meet ya lad!" Damein looked distrustfully at the goblin as he wore a large grin.
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The cathedral (short story)
Fantasy"Who said the place of holy light cant be invaded by someone of the likes of me."
