The Iron Teeth: A Goblin's Tale It Echoes Onward 10

It Echoes Onward 10

It took a few seconds for Blacknails brain to start working again. During that ti he continued to stare at the female hobgoblin in front of him. She was standing in line with the other three new hobgoblins.

Ah, I see, Blacknail mused to himself to fill the awkward silence. He had been planning on acting tough in front of the new recruits, but he had been thrown off track.

Why was this such a surprise anyway? It wasnt like Blacknail hadnt considered the idea of female hobgoblins before. He had. It was just that hed grown used to all of the new hobgoblins being male. Why now had one finally appeared now? There were as many female goblins as there were male ones.

So, youre a female, he told her.

Yes, I am, she replied. The female hobgoblins eyes shone with excitent as she stared directly at Blacknail. Her intensity was a little unnerving.

Good... Blacknail mused aloud. He knew he sounded stupid, but he couldnt help himself. Why are you a hobgoblin?

Dont know. I just follow you around everywhere and watch you all the ti, and eventually I beca like you, she answered him.

Huh, I dont rember you Blacknail replied uncertainly.

No reason a great one such as you should. I was small and unworthy. I stayed back. I avoided other goblins that would distract .

Ah, that makes sense, Blacknail told her while he forced a smile. That didnt make sense. He was getting a weird vibe from this female.

The hobgoblin chieftain coughed and took a step back so he could see all the new hobgoblins. He shouldnt focus on just one of them.

Im going to give you all nas now, he told them.

We have nas already, one of the two lanky hobgoblins remarked as he looked at the other.

You do? Goblins dont usually give themselves nas, Blacknail replied. He was more than a little surprised.

Normally, Blacknail only nad hobgoblins because no one else did. If they wanted to na themselves that was fine with him. Coming up with good nas that everyone had to use forever was sort of annoying anyway. It was too bad he couldnt just na them all Gob. That was a great na for a hobgoblin.

No, we gave each other nas, the second lanky hobgoblin explained. I call him Twig Arms.

And I call him Bone Face the other added with a smile.

Were they being serious? Blacknail scowled at both of them. Why would they insult themselves? This had better not be a joke at his expense, or they were going to get it.

His look didnt go unnoticed. Bone Face quickly spoke up to explain. We fight and insult each other a lot.

Well, those nas are still too annoying to say. Youre Bones and Twig now, Blacknail told them before turning to the third hobgoblin.

Do you have a na? he asked him.

No.

Then now youre Rolly, because youre almost as fat as a human, Blacknail told him.

Sure, the chubby hobgoblin replied as he shrugged. He didnt seem to care all that much.

What about ? Youre giving a na, right? It will be a connection between us, forever, the female goblin asked.

Er, how about you na yourself? Blacknail suggested. He didnt know what to call her. His mind kept going back to Tits, but he didnt think that would work well.

You should na , she insisted.

Since he apparently didnt have a choice, Blacknail racked his mind for a na that wasnt Tits.

I think Ill have to na you later. Its hard, he told her. He wasnt coming up with anything. The weird way she was staring at him wasnt helping him think either.

Because its so important to you?

Sure.

This made her smile fiercely enough that Blacknail grew uncomfortable again. He looked away and addressed the entire group. He ordered them to remain loyal to him and explained that he would be taking over their swordsmanship training.

and if you disobey then I will make your skulls into cups, Blacknail said as he finished up his motivational speech. It had been one of his better ones. Any questions?

The other hobgoblins wisely remained silent, except for the female.

Wanna sex? she asked him.

Er right now? Blacknail replied uncertainly. Her sudden question had caught him off guard.

Yep.

Im busy. Maybe later, Blacknail told her.

He had a feeling that he shouldnt commit to anything. It could end badly. He needed to think things over first. Her weird behavior made him more than a little suspicious. She might simply be planning on getting close to him so she could kill him and take his place as leader. Also, she reminded Blacknail of Khita. That was a huge turn off.

With his speech complete, the hobgoblin chieftain then made a break for it. He wanted to get so advice so he went to find Gob. He was the only hobgoblin Blacknail could trust, and they ca from very different backgrounds. Maybe he would have so wisdom to share.

What do you think of the new hobgoblins, Blacknail asked when he found Gob over by his longhouse.

They will serve you or die, Gob replied seriously

Well, of course, but one of them stands out, dont you think?

True, it's weird how he is still fat. Is he going to get even bigger if he eats? Gob replied thoughtfully.

No, the female! Blacknail hissed. Why is she the only female to transform?

I dont know. I havent thought much about it, because you havent ordered to.

Fine, what do you think about her, as a female? Blacknail asked him. This was obviously one of those tis he had to be very specific with Gob.

Umm, she looks a little thin, because she just transford, but she will probably thicken up and beco attractive after a while. Gob replied uncertainly.

Do you have any advice for dealing with her?

Well, she is a hobgoblin, so try not to get killed?

It was obvious that Gob wasnt an expert on female hobgoblins, and that he really wasnt understanding what Blacknail was trying to get at. He had been hoping Gob would have knowledge to share since he had co from a wild tribe that had been ruled by a hobgoblin. With a disappointed sigh, Blacknail headed off towards his cave.

Was he just over thinking things? Gob seed fine with her. Maybe so form of human stupidity had rubbed off on him. Their mating rituals were weird and complex. Females and sex had never bothered Blacknail before. He had mated with quite a few female goblins in his life, but he had mostly lost interest in them over the past year.

Was he attracted to the female hobgoblin? He wasnt sure. She was a lot more human-like than a goblin. That was both a turn on and a turn off. In particular, mories of his experiences with one human in Daggerpoint kept popping into his head, Luphera. Thinking about her always set Blacknail on-edge. Actually, it had been after Luphera had ambushed him that he had started to lose interest in female goblins No, that was just a coincidence. There was no way he found humans attractive, not even the ones with big breasts like Luphera. Er

Was it too late to leave this village and find a new one?

La la la, Blacknail humd loudly to himself as he headed for his cave. He was trying to drown out his own obnoxious thoughts. It was even sort of working.

What are you doing? Khita asked from where she was standing outside the cave. Thats so of the worst singing Ive ever heard. Barking dogs sound better when theyre in heat.

Her voice made Blacknail stop and look up. Khita wasnt soone he would usually go to for advice but maybe she might have an idea about naming the female goblin. She was technically a female as well.

Shut up and listen, the hobgoblin told her before explaining his problem to her. He left anything even remotely connected to sex, though. He didnt want to confuse her simple brain.

Oh, there are female hobgoblins? I cant wait to et her! Khita replied as she grinned and looked around. There were no female hobgoblins in sight so she turned back to Blacknail.

Of course there are, you idiot, he told her.

Ah, I was beginning to wonder since all of you were male, but then I thought it might just be because of you,

Because of ?

Ya, I was thinking maybe hobgoblin won were avoiding you.

This statent earned her an annoyed glare from Blacknail. Why would anyone avoid him? Female goblins had thrown themselves at him. He was both strong and incredibly handso. His nose had a perfect pointy tip.

Stick to the na, stupid. What should I call her? he told Khita.

I dont know. A lot of won are nad after flowers, especially ones from romantic plays, not that Ive ever watched anything dumb like a play. I um spend all my ti fighting and shit.

Since he had no idea what she was on about, Blacknail ignored the later part of what Khita had said. It didnt sound important anyway.

Hmm, flowers Blacknail mused to himself as he began walking away from Khita. She called after him but he ignored it. He was done talking to her.

Saeter had taught Blacknail the nas of quite a few flowers, like Goats Beard or Stinging Creeper. Stinging Creeper sounded like a good fit for the female hobgoblin. Hmm, it wouldnt hurt to get more input first, though. Geralhd might be worth talking to.

With the mutant wolf dead and his pack scattered, Blacknail was probably safe making the journey to Shelter by himself. It would take a while for other creatures to move into the wolfs old territory. However, Blacknail didnt feel like walking all the way there. He had just gotten back and his feet sort of hurt.

Maybe he would just take a stroll around the camp instead. He still hadnt seen everything that had changed, and it wouldnt be a bad idea to check in on Imp and Ferrar. Who knew what they had gotten up to?

They didnt disappoint him. After crossing the camp, Blacknail found Ferrar over by the clay firing pits. The little goblin wasnt alone. Imp was right beside him, and they were both studying a furnace.

The sight of the huge oven surprised Blacknail. It was a long structure with an entrance at the front and a chimney at the back that was taller than him. It wasnt made from just clay either. The walls and roof had been reinforced with countless bricks. The roof even looked to have been made from a brick arch.

What in the deepest Green is this for? Blacknail asked as he walked over.

Making bricks, Imp replied.

But you already have bricks and you needed them to make this, Blacknail pointed out.

We used a smaller kiln to make the bricks for this so we could make even more bricks, Imp explained.

Looking around, Blacknail saw the other kilns. There was the small one Ferrar had created first. It looked like one big lump of clay the size of a goblin. Beside that, there was also another kiln that was about three tis as large as the first. It was bee hive shaped and it looked like it had been created using crude bricks that had been plastered with clay. Three tall pots could be seen cooling down inside of it.

Why do we need to make so many bricks? Blacknail asked.

To burn more interesting things! Ferrar replied cheerfully.

So we can build important things, like even bigger kilns, Imp added.

Blacknail sighed. Why do you want a bigger kiln?

Magic! Imp explained as he raised both his arms dramatically. I need better tools. I need to ta the flas. Crystals must have steady heat to grow.

That was probably the best answer Blacknail was going to get. He had no idea what Imp got up to when he was doing his magic stuff. It wasnt like Blacknail couldnt see a few ways to use the bricks himself. He was just surprised Imp and Ferrar had gone to such lengths. They had obviously worked hard on this since Blacknail had left, and that thankfully ant that they had been too busy to get into trouble.

Alright, whatever, Blacknail told his minions before turning and starting to walk away.

Now that hed t with all the hobgoblins, Blacknail decided to see what had happened to the body of the fallen wolf. Hed brought it back with him to camp, but he hadnt seen it since. He wanted to keep its hide as trophy and its teeth would also make an interesting necklace. Anyone that saw Blacknail wearing that would instantly know how big of a deal he was.

What was left of the mutants corpse was hanging up on the drying rack. Soone had skinned the beast and hung the hide up to dry.

Blacknail walked over to the wolfs pelt and gave it a sniff. He slled brains. It seed like it was being prepared correctly, but it wasnt done yet. It would be a few more days until it had dried out. Out of curiosity, Blacknail ran a hand across the grey fur that covered one side of the hide. The hairs prickled his skin and pushed back against him. They were much tougher and springier than normal hair, even if they werent as hard as when the wolf had used them to defend itself. Still, the hide was probably strong enough to make a useful cloak that would turn a blow or two.

Blacknails thoughts were suddenly interrupted by soone yelling Hello, boss!

He turned around to see Scamp headed his way.

What are you doing here? Blacknail asked. Scamp usually skulked around so that no one could find him and force him to work.

Gob ordered to tan all these hides. I catch most the big beasts, and thats a lot of work, but he still gets mad if I let any of their skins rot, Scamp replied. He sounded annoyed about it.

Good for him, Blacknail huffed. It sounded like Gob was doing an excellent job.

It isnt fair! Why do I need to do everything?

What happened to the rest of the wolf? Blacknail asked. He didnt feel the need to respond to Scamps sniveling.

The at slled funny and went bad right away. The bones are in the cold cave there, and Imp took the crystal thing that was in its skull, Scamp answered.

What crystal?

The mutants horn, it was a magic stone that went into its head. Imp took it.

Huh, Blacknail remarked to himself. He would have to talk to Imp about that later. What about the little piggies? I rember claiming those. No one ate them yet, did they?

No one would dare, boss. The piggies are all in a cage.

Good. Have you been feeding them? I want them nice and fat! Pig at is so juicy. I cant wait!

Theyve been getting food scraps, Scamp answered.

There were things that goblins wouldnt eat? Blacknail couldnt picture that. Who exactly has been looking after them?

Khita was doing it but she stopped. The piggies dont mind goblins, but every ti she tried to pet them they squealed and bit at her. They really dont like her much.

Im keeping them, forever, Blacknail exclaid gleefully. He had finally found the ans to keep the annoying redhead away. All he had to do was train the pigs to follow him around and then they would chase her away every ti she bothered him.

Um, boss. Are you going to talk to Gob about getting soone else to tan the hides? Scamp asked tentatively.

Sure, no problem, Blacknail replied.

Really?

Ya, all you have to do is find another hobgoblin and get them to take your place. Feel free to beat them up until they agree.

Oh, Scamp exclaid disappointnt. He didnt sound too optimistic about his chances. Blacknail wasnt either.

Now get back to work, Blacknail told him before starting to walk away.

All the distractions had been nice, but now it was ti for him to train the new hobgoblins. That ant he had to decide on a na for the female hobgoblin. He couldnt put it off anymore.

Screw all this thinking. It was annoying. He was just going to go with the first thing on his mind. There was no point getting worked up over the na of a hobgoblin just because she was female.

After crossing the camp, Blacknail t up with the new hobgoblins at the training ground. They were waiting for him with training blades in their hands. Blacknail appraised them and gave the female a particularly long look before approaching them.

Their features and attitude hadnt changed but the female was now wearing one of Khitas shirts. The redhead must have tracked her down and given it to her. That or she had stolen it. No, that couldnt have happened. She wouldnt have dared steal anything from Blacknails cave.

Blacknail stopped in front of the female goblin and studied her for a second before speaking up. Your na is Herah.

She had already been smiling as she stared at Blacknail, but the grin on the female hobgoblins face widened considerably as she listened.

What does it an? she asked eagerly.

Blacknail snorted. Nas didnt have to an anything. He made most them up on the spot, and most the humans had nonsense for nas. Although in this case he had chosen hers for a reason.

Its based on the na of soone I used to know. She was angry all the ti and killed lots of people before she died.

Wow! I love it so much, the hobgoblin exclaid breathlessly. Her eyes were practically shinning with joy.

Blacknail was sure that Herad would have approved of her na inspiring that of a hobgoblin. The bandit chieftain had always been very hobgoblin-like herself: ruthless, cunning, and quick. Blacknail was unsure about her opinion on cheese, though.

Now listen you rats. If you think Gob was hard on you then you were wrong! Im going to really train you, Blacknail announced as he stepped back and addressed all the hobgoblins.

A grin appeared on Blacknails lips as he picked up a training blade and held it up. He would probably feel better about Herah after he had beaten her up a few tis. That was how hed grown to accept the presence of all the other hobgoblins.