Adventures Of A Goblin

From above, Orun stared down at the dense, thick forest, shadowed by its bushy leaves, leaving no space in sight for the ground to be watered by the nutrients provided for by the sun, that will in turn strengthen the root of the trees making up the forest.

He wandered his eyes around, beyond the range of what normal eyesights where capable of, fidgeting it hastily like he was searching for something within the forest.

Orun had gone out of his newly acquired territory, making his way to the human territory.

The Wyvern pack were still in slumber, unknown to him when they were going to wake up, he took it upon himself to get busy rather than just staying idle.

There was currently nothing more for him to do in the sand desert. The high ground he had made plans on making, will be done when the pack awakens.

He wants to consult with the leader first, to see if she would have any other suggestions to add to it.

With that In mind, he set a temporary destination for himself, to work toward realizing his new found goal.

Orun's intention for coming to the human territory was simply so he could recruit other monster kind, persuade them into following him to his territory.

The forest he is hovering above now, is one of the belongings of the human territories, infested with monster kind.

He had Oracle make a sweep of all the forest within his proximity, with the intention of searching for stronger monster kind to recruit, and this forest, is his first step toward that goal.

The forest housed a considerable number of monsters, most of which were weak, crazed minded monsters.

He has no plans on recruiting weak monsters first, those one's are on the least of monsters he is going to be recruiting last.

His intent for going after the strong monsters first, is because they can be very troublesome to deal with.

He will familiarize himself with the strong monsters, bond with them and understand more from their perspective.

Once he had done that, with their help, he will establish an hierarchy that will help maintain order, so that when the weak monsters ends up joining them, they will not be pushed around by the bigger monsters.

"found one".

Orun's eyes were quick to spot a monster specie below, with the required amount of strength he wanted in a monster.

He made his way down, and pulled off a perfect landing at the very center of the specie's inhabitat.

The ground was pressed down when Orun fell on it creating a crater. The trees responding in unstable bows, and the wind announced his arrival by increasing its current, enough to blow off light weighted equipment present in the surrounding area.

Poorly made huts built with woods and straws, were present in where Orun had landed himself in, along with breathing monsters with the head and tail of a bull, and the brownish muscled body of a human on hard-core steroids.

The first specie Orun has sought to recruit, are a monster kind popularly referred to as Minotaur, with two pair of stretched out horns present at each side of their head.

The Minotaurs were half naked, with the only clothing on them, being the rag used in covering their crotch.

The sudden disruption caused by Orun, was enough to attract the attention of the Minotaurs that were around, and soon enough, they gathered around him, each towering an height that made Orun out as a being shorter than a dwarf, even though he had recently just increased in height, now measuring in the confines of five, almost reaching a six.

Majority of the Minotaurs were armed with primitive tools with no bladed side nor having any metallic parts, making it harmless looking to the eye.

The rest of the Minotaur were empty handed, and Orun, could discern the fear radiating off of the body of those who were with no weapon.

Without any questions asked, the Minotaurs who were armed, aggressively ran toward Orun with the intention of killing him.

A monster fallen from the sky and landing directly in the center of their home, is not a good sign for them, and they were not willing to risk standing around to let it continue to tick until it eventually bursts.

'Oracle'.

[ yes Master ].

'i want you to tone down my strength to be slightly above the Minotaurs'.

[ as Master commands ].

Orun is yet to understand how far his current physical ability goes, or what he could do with just a thrust of his fist.

He does not plan on finding that out by testing it against the specie that he is trying to recruit.

Going up against them while he is at full strength, will cause serious damage to them, and in the worst case scenario, could lead to the death of many.

If that were to happen, no doubt his plan would be thwarted, leading to a situation where coming to an amicable resolve would be impossible.

Right now, they fear him as an unknown enemy, not as the killer of their specie.

What he has to do, is gently subdue them without killing, then he can carry on with trying to convince them.

One of the Minotaur swung it's crude weapon down on Orun, while the rest also came at him from every corner, putting him in their midst, in a scene of a trapped mouse surrounded by cats with all escape routes blocked off.

Orun stood still, and bared the grunts of their crude weapon raining down on him.

Like pieces of scraps that it is, their weapons shattered into multiple splinters upon making contact with Orun.

The Minotaurs were shocked, and taken aback for a split second, disturbed on how their weapons could break down only by touching the tiny being before them.

There were other Minotaurs who were able to quickly recollect themselves from the shock, and made another attack using only their bare hands as weapons.

*BANG!!!*

It swung its hand down at Orun who was quick to raise his hand up to defend against the extremely big fist, that could easily pick him up from the ground. That is, if his body weight is the same as his natural physical ability.