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A New Brother and Sister >>>>> A sticky situation /// Day 5 // Morning Still, the hobgoblin smiled at them. This goblins answer to his rules was enough to go on from here, and he was glad to have found this Nyma so early in the day. Luz’s question however made him look back toward her for a moment then step back away from them, so he was sure that they could talk to both of them. He knew his strategy was worthwhile, but he knew it wasn’t worth that much if he never explained it to others. The lack of communication between them could begin to fray nerves in the future if he was not careful.
For a moment he was quiet while he pondered his next words. “I am quite aware of my standing within this group and to the goddess. Which I'm sure you are as well. But, I am planning ahead” he paused for a moment while he glanced around. Best not to be surprised by ambush predators. “Eventually we will gain many more followers and leave a trail of blood and bodies in our wake. However, I will be unable to control them all and will need others to command and lead those others who join. So how am I going to be able to know if any of you are up for the task when I’ve never seen you lead?”
His eyes moved between the two of them. His voice was calm and a little monotone but his gaze was rather intense, he remembered his dream from the night before and could feel something pushing him forward. Something that he could feel in his chest and head that was continually pushing him to be great. A feeling resembling a chill that ran down his spine and a hunger to be better, to make them better. “We will prove to the goddess that we are worth her time one step at a time, and right now that means hunting and killing spiders.”
The pale Variant then turned and walked past the two goblins and toward the spear. At first the webs were easy to walk through but then became tougher and tougher. Like walking through knee-deep mud and muck Gird found that there were many more strong tendrils of web strewn through the lighter webbing. From this he could readily gather that the smaller blanket of sticky webs made it difficult to move through in mass while the longer strands were used more for tripping and sensing vibrations which he was making a lot of as he reached the spear.
Something about this place made him feel like he was being watched. And with the trail he had left behind him, as well as all the vibrations that scattered amongst the webs deeper into the forest. He wouldn’t be surprised if more of these spiders came thinking something big got caught in their silken snares. Pulling the spear free of the webs he looked out into the dark web covered forest and towards what he could only think would have been this spiders home as if expecting something to come rushing out toward him. The hobgoblin would only hesitate like this for a moment or two before joining back up with the others and continuing along the trail.
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