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Night goblins with moderation issues
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The Night Goblins, known for their mischievous ways, wasted no time in ransacking the town's supply of beer and wine.
Amidst the chaos, an unexpected turn unfolded. A Night Goblin, notorious for his flatulent prowess, found himself appointed as the group's musician. With each cheeky fart, his flatulence served as an oddly satisfying musical backdrop to the raid.
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| Our inspired farting music to the left |
Meanwhile, the perpetually frustrated group boss struggled to impose any semblance of order. Goblins guzzled beer straight from casks, danced in wild abandon, and stumbled upon a particularly potent weed that turned their mischief into fits of giggles. As expected, a drinking competition ensued, goblins collapsing in a chaotic contest of resilience and inebriation.
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| Booze for everybody! |
The night became a canvas of disorder, painted by the broken Spearz tribe with the echoes of flatulence and childish giggles. Zenres, once a tranquil haven, now echoed with the chaotic laughter of goblins on a rampage.
As the Bloody Spears drank their fill and revelled in their conquest, Skilka cast a mischievous glance back at the now-desolate Zenres. His heart swelled with the satisfaction of having orchestrated mayhem. The Night Goblins stumbled away, pockets clinking with stolen loot, leaving behind a town forever scarred by the invasion of the Bloody Spears.
P.S. You can find the Goblin Diaries series HERE
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