He would be boss.
Just because Squee was smaller didn’t mean he couldn’t. Maybe he would be a Booyahg one day, and throw fire, then he could burn them all! Then he would be the boss for sure. Squee lamented, he would never be a Booyahg, he was the most unluckiest all goblins. He passed between two tents as he walked out of the war camp, uncaring of the bugbear sentries that were undoubtedly hiding in the brush. Maybe in the raid tomorrow Squee could find a chance to stick Jork when he wasn’t looking. That wouldn’t work though, he thought, he had nothing to prove he could be boss! Jork had owlbear feathers, Zyrx had the bones of a dire boar, and Bloq had the fur of a dire wolf. How had they even killed such powerful creatures? Most goblins would be crunched, squished, or slashed. Squee knew that if he ever encountered one of those great creatures, he was a gone for sure.
It just wasn’t fair, he was only a finger smaller than the others. That was all it took though, one finger shorter. Maybe he could gut Jork and wear his finger on his head, then he would be as tall as the others! He had to get rid of Jork first though.
Squee continued to contemplate how he would be rid of Jork as he wandered into the nearby forest. He had been here many times. Most had been here many times, it was good human thing hunting. Except when they brought guards, then it usually just hurt. What hurt worst of all though, was those ugly dwarves from the nearby hill. They had nasty hammers and axes, Squee always ran when he saw dwarves. That gave him an idea though, maybe he could lead dwarves to the camp, let them kill Jork for him. Then he could be boss! He still needed something to prove he was better though. Maybe he could get a dwarf axe, or maybe he could get a dwarf toe. Then he could be a finger and a toe taller than all the others! Squee chuckled to himself as he made his way through the woods. Maybe he could get a dwarf sword, he always liked swords. Maybe he could…
Maybe he could… fall?
Squee was falling. He wasn’t really sure how it happened. It was like the ground was just… gone. He looked around himself, yup, he was definitely falling.
He looked up and blinked, he could see a small circle of light above him.
He blinked again and the light was much smaller.
Squee was still falling. Maybe this was how you became a Booyahg he thought?
Squee blinked again… and then… Squee hurt. Squee… really hurt. He hurt more than when Plorx thumped his head for not feeding all the ravens in the rookery. Those nasty peckers, no one liked feeding the ravens, and it was always his job just because he was shorter than all the others.
Squee blinked again and then rolled over as he coughed and finally took another breath. He was still alive! How had he survived? He looked up and saw the light from the small hole where he fell. It was really, really high up. Maybe he was a Booyahg afterall, or how else could he have survived falling so far? He looked around and was amazed at what he saw. It was… a city! A large city, as large as the forest above. He looked around and realized he was on top of a tower that overlooked the city. Sneaking to the ledge and stepping cautiously, he peeked over the edge and was amazed to see how much farther down it went. It was a very large city indeed. Taking stock of his surroundings and glancing up at the small hole of light that shown in the darkness around him, he gave a sigh. Well there was no way to go up, so down he went.
Squee was small, but he was a good climber, probably the best climber in the whole camp! He made his way to the bottom of the tower quickly and he was amazed to see how well kept the ground was. It looked like the streets of human things the war camp was going to pillage soon. Stones placed perfectly for easy walking and wide to allow many horses side by side. Squee wandered around, amazed at what he was seeing. No goblin had ever told a story finding a city beneath the forest. No one would believe Squee though, no one believed the smallest.
Squee walked along the street and he saw what looked to be skeletons. Many looked like the skeletons of human things and dwarves. He hated dwarves. Maybe he would find a sword though! He saw other skeletons too though, strange skeletons. He had heard stories, from the hobgoblins. Stories of dark creatures that slithered in the dark. Dark creatures that you couldn’t see until… you were taking your last breath.
He noticed the skeletons formed a ring, much the captains did when they faced too many foes. He wandered over to where the captain usually stood, in the center. There he found a lone skeleton. Maybe he would find a dwarf sword after all! He looked through the skeleton and still grasped in its skeletal hand was… a hammer? Hammers weren’t as good as swords, but this one was shiney! In fact it looked untouched by any dirt. That was strange. He picked it up and Squee felt… POWER! More power than he had ever known. Maybe he had booyahg now! The hammer was large, but it felt light in his grip. He swung it around in a circle and the top burst into flame. He had never seen that before. Squee never had good luck, but today was his luckiest day of all. He had heard stories of their power. But they were always just tales and legends. But now he had one.
He had found… a Rün.
He would be boss now.
Oh yes, he would be boss.
He just had to find a way out.