The Powder Keg

The Guiding Moonlight I

Powder Keg huffed steam as he sniffed the air. Goblins, at least one hundred on the horizon. He stood on a rock with the wind blowing through his ashen coat.

"Beasts all over the farm, who will live or die? But who will become a beast?" He asked gleefully. He went back to the Guild Hall.

He stood and waited, as Goblin Slayer entered the hall. Goblin Slayer took a deep breath and announced he has a request. Yet the other smell, was one of a Goblin Lord, and an old foe.

"Judging by the tracks, they are being lead by a Goblin Lord. There're at least a hundred of them," Goblin Slayer said. That got everyone's attention real quick.

"Lords are a mutated class of Goblin. They excell at leadership. Think of them as the top rank," he continued and everyone whispered. He bowed and asked for help.

Powder Keg smiled as Spearman asked for a reward. He offered everyone everything he has. Spearman just asked for a drink after they killed those goblins.

High Elf Archer jumped from the second floor proclaiming that she is with him. Dwarf Shaman and Lizard Priest joined in. Powder Keg raised a hand to show he is also in.

Witch joined in and Guild Girl offered one gold coin for every Goblin slain. More and more joined in. The entire Guild Hall all joined in.

It was night and Powder Keg was in the house. Wrapping a great sword in bandages. He put the great sword on his back. He picked up his Boom Hammer and Repeating Pistol. Walking out of the house.

A roar was heard and everyone tensed up. The Goblins began to go to sleep as adventurers rushed to get the captives out of there. Arrows pierced more and the hostages were brought out of there.

Powder Keg roared a beastly scream. Galvanizing the adventurers to attack. He charged his Boom Hammer as everyone charged. Taking out scores of those gremlins.

He smashed his hammer on one goblin and a wave of fire killed more. He discarded it and brought out the Beast Claw. He ran a hand over one arm, turning it into a werewolf's arm.

He kept jumping around, tearing apart more and more. In a blood clouded rage. Once the first skirmish has ended. He began to slurp and consume the corpses.

A scream resounded as a man's body flew out of the woods. Hobs and lead by a two champions came out of the woods. Blood and gore dripped from his mouth. He looked at the army.

Any wounds he sustained were healed from eating the blood. He stood up and looked at the moon. He slurped up an intestine from a dead adventurer. Stomping came from the woods as a beastly roar similar to his reached everyone's ears.