A solitary piece of firewood stood upright on the stump of a tree. With a mighty swing, Bok cut it down the middle, the two asymmetrical halves rapidly cleaved away from each other. Bok felt the axe go an inch into the much more solid stump, and he yanked it free with a grunt.

"Yep. That's a fine choppin' axe right there," He said aloud, examining the fire-axe in his hand. It would make a fine weapon, but it's place was here in the village, buried in the stumps of trees rather than the skulls of outsiders. A wooden handle and a sharp iron plate on the end, scratched, dinged and bented, but not rusted, for goblins take care of their weapons. Satisfied, he plunged the tool back into the stump with a thunk, picked up the two halves and threw them onto the small pile of firewood he had gathered ontop of a piece of cloth.

He dragged the cloth back into the main foresting area and stored the wood in a clearing where several other piles of wood lay. Others would come and gather it up for fire and fuel later. Bok spotted a pile of wood next to his and noticed it had more. Since nobody was looking, he casually picked up two pieces and chucked them onto his own stack, just to even the score a little bit. That seemed a bit more fair.

His signature club leaned up against a fallen tree in the forest, where he had hidden it while he worked so noone could steal her. She was his Basher. "Bashah, didn't mean to keep you waitin'," He cooed.

A wooden club was noble enough, of course. Narrow at the bottom, most clubs grew larger at the top for more weight, for more bone-breaking power. Basher, however, was special. The thickest part of the weapon that was farthest away from where Bok held it, a piece of bronze was welded and nailed to the lumber. A cylinder of bronze. It didn't go all the way around the top, Bok could see the very tip of Basher protruding from the bronze covering.

He swung her at the open air, imagining some human's knees shattering. "Beautiful," He said, grinning.

Hefting Basher over his shoulder, he began patrolling around the large village, glaring suspiciously into the dark forest for outsiders, foreigners and aliens lest they wish to steal or plunder.