I have a pretty good idea of who that was. It's probably better if I don't mention it though, she was likely just curious.
I cradled my goblin mate in close.
"So, my name is John, what do I call you?"
"John." She said as her mouth curled into a smile. "John is a strong name." She spoke seductively with a strange accent as she ran her hand up and down my chest. "Gobs don't have names. We use sounds to tell each other apart. In Goblin my name is." She made a very brief, cute chirping sound. That sounds like some of the chirps and yelps that I occasionally hear when goblins speak.
"Why don't you name me something in your beautiful sounding language?" She asked as her predatory smile returned.
Oh god why! Why? Okay think, this girl is pure modified goblin. Like goblin the next generation. Goblin, next. Linex... No that's a damn operating system. How about just Nex.
"I will name you Nex." I said while feigning confidence.
"Oh, I like it!" She said as she leaned up giving me a nice view.
She climbed on top of me and we kissed again for a few moments as I enjoyed the feeling of her soft body on mine. I ran my fingers up and down her back softly caressing her for a few minutes.
I dressed and we exited the tent.
I looked down at her as if to confirm what I felt in the tent. Standing just slightly under four feet tall, she was the very definition of voluptuous. It made me want to ravish her again and the fact that she took both the twins at once spoke volumes about the attraction she had for me.
I knew that for goblins, reproduction was one of their highest priorities. It was basically the keystone of their survival. They just produced so many offspring that it exceeded the number of them that were slain. At least if my fantasy knowledge was to be believed.
I needed to get her dressed again so I would stop thinking about her curves and get back to work. I still had two soldiers to make.
As I dug through the bodies to find a shirt and belt for her I decided to ask her about how goblins society viewed relationships and what a mate meant to her.
She spoke to me in a flirty tone about this and that for a while then started to inform me more about how her culture works.
Apparently goblins are a sort of patriarchal tribal society. An especially strong male was expected to have many mates as they would provide stronger offspring. A particularly strong female was something of a treasure and would be obligated to only accept the strongest mate and refuse all others.
Goblins didn't have any racial biases to mating and were able to reproduce with pretty much any other organic sentient, and a few non-sentients creating several different clans with several different abilities.
From this revelation I was able to guess as to what several other races came from. I guessed that a goblin human pairing would make a hobgoblin, A goblin gnome would yield a gremlin a goblin-lizardman would yield a kobold and so on.
I wondered what a goblin-me pairing would create. Would my children have fleshcrafting? There has never been a living undead before. Meaning there had been no flesh golems that were able to reproduce.
All goblinoids matured quickly. Pure goblins were walking a day after birth and hunting small game a month after that. The goblin language was infinitely simple and they picked it up quickly.
Average goblin pregnancies lasted for three months, goblin females were constantly ovulating on almost a weekly basis.
From what she was telling me the oldest goblin she had heard of was around thirty years old. Her father who looked quite elderly in his original form was only in his twenties.
Once a goblin could hunt and scavenge they were left to their own devices to survive. They were also expected to bring back some of their food to the village for expectant mothers.
The children were raised almost comunally after they could walk but families still stayed together in the same dwellings and shared food until the children could hunt.
They had almost no sense of modesty and were expected to mate publicly. Both so the male could show his dominance and to serve as a method of sex ed.
The dark side of goblin society was quite substantial as well. Every now and then a party formed of single male goblins would go out hunting to capture viable females for reproduction. Keeping them captive for mating until the females died or were unable to bear children.They had no qualms about eating other sentients. They were also cannibalistic eating their own dead to sustain food stores.
Her village in particular had problems with famine. They had hunted all game locally and had been having to travel farther and farther to find food.
I asked her about fishing, farming plants and domesticating animals and she just looked at me with a puzzled expression.
I wondered then, how hard would it be to take over her village and teach them how to be more self sustaining.
I would provide the goblins with security and guidance while providing a safer place for my mates and my children. My children may even mate with the goblins making something new entirely.
As I let these thoughts linger in the back of my mind I set about converting the two unworthy Garanthi Sympathizers into mana.
Mana 10,179/10,179
I converted the memories of the worthy Garanti sympathiser and the general into mana.
Mana 10,221/10,221
I let them keep their skills, though I checked them anyway.
Garanthi Sympathyser skills:
Blacksmithing: Level 1
Spearsman: Level 1
Axeman: Level 2
Shieldwork: Level 4
Swordsman: Level 5
Military tactics: Level 6
Garanthi General skils:
Spearsman: Level 2
Shieldwork: Level 5
Axeman: Level 7
Military tactics: Level 8
Neither of them had magic.
I thought for a long while about how to create their bodies. Should I make them agile flyers? No their skill sets would probably go to waste and if I've learned one thing here it's not to underestimate archers. They both had impressive weapon skills, so I wanted to keep them in a human-like form, ogers maybe. No, I'm sure this world already had those. If I had some large bulls perhaps minotaurs. Sure I could create minotaurs out of what was here, but it just didn't seem quite right.
There were two of them and I was already headed down the path of giant humanoids. A thought occurred to me. I remember that I once heard a story about two Oni, one red and one blue. I don't think this world has those, at least not the versions I was about to create.
I gathered ten of the strongest looking bodies together. I stripped them and set them in two piles of five.
This was going to be a lot of work and if I didn't want to burn the rest of my daylight on it, I had better ask Mors for a hand.
"Mors, we're about to make two Oni. Use what you can from my memory."
"Yes Master."
I felt my body start moving on it's own. I pulled and ripped parts apart and fused them back together as I added more. I packed the muscle in the places it needed to go and reinforced it. I combined bones and heavily condensed them. Mors had to go to the parts pile a few times to get more limbs as a result.
She made their faces great and terrible. They had heavy brow ridges. Long sharp chins and angular features. The red one had a long white hair that seemed to burst from his head. The blue one was completely bald.
I added large fangs that angled out slightly and started modifying their lips to give them their trademark grimace. I enlarged their jaws and made their mouths large.
I gave the red one two curved medium horns on the side of his forehead and the blue one one massive cone-like horn jutting out from the top of his forehead. I made the red one's horns black and the blue one's horn white.
Their heart sizes were almost as large as Bobs so their mana regen would be around ten.
An idea had been festering in the back of my mind for quite a while. Why don't I create armor?
I thought about how calluses formed on the bottom of your feet and how the skin makes them.
I reinforced and thickened their skin several times, making sure to leave their joints free. It gave their skin a sort of plated look almost like armor.
I decided to test it out before infusing their souls. I shot my bone pike into one of their legs. It went through, but I could feel a strong resistance. I then picked up a nearby sword and preformed a medium powered chop. It just cut the skin, but didn't make it to anything vital, they probably wouldn't even bleed from a wound like this.
This armor might not be ideal, but it's a lot better than normal skin. I tossed the sword aside and mended the damages.
I added all of my usual abilities and used blend to make them complete and genetically homogeneous.
I gave the red one blue eyes and the blue one red eyes.
I stopped fleshcrafting.
I took a look around, It was around mid afternoon. My new elven friend was watching me with rapt fascination. I felt like she needed a note pad in one hand as she seemed to be studying everything I did.
The goblins seemed to have taken this time to arm themselves. They all had bows and quivers. The mature gentleman had a sword on his waist that nearly scraped the ground as he moved. The kids had one dagger each hanging from their belts. Nex however had went all out. She had a sword strapped to her back and eight daggers hanging from her belt. It almost looked like she was wearing a skirt made of daggers.
I heard loud crying in the background. I looked out to the far side of camp to see the red haired child crying and Bob freaking out, unsure of what to do.
I waived and she came running to me cradling her arm.
When she got to me she began firing off unintelligible words between sobs. From what I had gathered she had accidentally cut herself on one of Bob's horns trying to climb him.
I used fleshcrafting and healed her injury. She didn't seem to show any pain. I wondered again, was it because she was a flesh construct I had made, or was it because she had been through so much pain.
Her crying gradually stopped as I mussed her hair. She smiled up at me and ran back to the other young ones to continue playing as Bob shot me a grateful look and mouthed the words. "Thank you."
I marveled again at how they were now able to laugh, play and act like any other girls of their age.
I will definitely find that bastard.
I felt my pulling sensation from the goblin village grow strong. It was now more than just letting me know it was there. It was demanding that I follow it.
I looked back on what I had seen when I arrived. They were packing up camp. Thad had said they were vulnerable because they were moving camps. It had been a night, and half a day since then. Just how far away is the goblin village?
After what had happened here, and what Leera and Lina's child had said before he departed, I knew that it was something dire. I knew that he was reaching out to me. Praying to me.
"Nex! How far away is your village from here?" I said with urgency.
She seemed startled by my sudden outburst. She came running over to me. "What's wrong my love?" She asked in a concerned voice.
"I think something terrible is happening in your village." I responded quickly.
"It will take me a few moments to get my bearings, but it is to the west of here. wait here, I will talk to dad and find a good path to take to avoid trouble." She answered as she ran off to her father.
I needed these Oni STAT.
"Mors, teach them english."
I dragged the general's soul onto the red one, and the sympathizer's soul onto the blue one.
As they opened their eyes I said. "Welcome to your new lives. You have done terrible things in your old ones but I saw promise in your souls and will call upon you to make amends by serving me. I also promise you that we will find and kill the one responsible for your original deaths. Swear your allegiance on your honor!"
They both clumsily sat up and immediately got to one knee. "We swear to serve you on our honor!" They responded with resolve.
"Look around for what you can salvage for weapons and clothes we depart in the next hour." I ordered.
"Bob!" I yelled.
Bob gently took the girl off his back and a second later he was in front of me.
"Yeah Boss?" He asked.
"Take these girls to their villages. Take Roscia to our cave, then make haste to the goblin village." I commanded.
"Sure thing Boss! By the way, I have no clue where the goblin village is." He replied.
"It's to the west of here and to the north of our cave, get a move on it." I replied.
Bob was gone in a flash, appearing again by the girls at the far side of camp. He talked to them for a minute and Roscia came running to me.
"Let me go with you!" She demanded.
"I have a feeling this will be tough. Though you are stronger than a normal person, you will only get in my way here. Don't worry, I'm not making you go home, instead you will go to my cave with my mates. They will protect you." I said while stroking her hair.
She made a pouty face but seemed to accept it. She walked with her shoulders slumped back over to Bob.
"I'm absolutely going with you." I heard a voice say right beside me.
I turned to see the elven woman.
"I'll tell you like I told her, this isn't going to be a fun adventure. This will likely be stopping a one sided slaughter. I can't promise to protect you but regardless of your wishes I will feel obligated to do so. You will be in the way!" I explained.
In response she moved her hands in front of her and began chanting in an unknown language similar in sound to forestkin. I saw what can only be described as an icicle the size of a log form above her. She moved her hands forward forcefully as it tore off towards a nearby cropping of trees. I heard the Ice explode as it hit, demolishing the trees and sending sharp pieces of ice and wood in all directions.
She then knelt down by a severed leg and touched it. She closed her eyes and seemed to be concentrating. The leg changed shape gradually. The skin and muscle fell off as it became a staff. She focused as strange symbols formed on the bone.
She examined her work and stood to her feet wiping the sweat from her brow.
"Do you still think of me as weak?" She said as her bone staff began glowing a pale blue.
In just this amount of time did she actually learn fleshcrafting? Sure it was rough and sloppy with bits of muscle and tendon hanging off, but she actually did it, despite not being a flesh golem. Is it because she is technically a flesh construct? Not to mention that massive icicle she threw. Just what happened here?
"Um, hmm. You have a point here. That was quite impressive but how many of those can you make? How long will you last in an extended battle?" I asked.
I really didn't want to take her into a messy fight after she had already been through so much. Just as I had told her I would feel obligated to protect her. It would tether me to her and hold me back.
She shot a cocky smirk at me before holding her new staff in front of her. She began chanting again and I saw two log sized Icicles form above her.
She shot them one after the other into the same group of trees. Each time one would detonate she had another one forming.
She did this for a couple of minutes before shooting off both of them at the same time.
"After you brought me back I could feel my mana building constantly. I should have no problems fighting a battle. With a better staff I could even fight a war." She said with confidence.
I took out the piece of ember from my harness. I wasn't about to use it to bind anything against it's will. However I had a great idea. I used fleshcrafting on her staff to surround the amber in a cage of bone. I bound the windigo soul into it. This way the Windigo would still be used as mana. I also took this opp
ortunity to clean up the staff and fuse the bones together correctly for her, making it smooth and around five feet tall, just a foot shorter than her.
She added two more symbols to her staff then marveled at it.
The windigo was an amalgamation of several souls, I knew it had a significant amount of power.
Green soul flames now shot out of the top of her staff. She began her chanting again mixing her bright blue magic with the green of the windigo's soul, producing a light teal flame. seven Ice cicles the size of logs formed, then she willed them to merge into one giant one. She shot it off into the forest. It split through trees and earth alike burying itself into a far away hill before detonating. It began to snow all around us.
Bob and the girls had been watching for a while now. The girls were now marveling at the snow falling around them. I walked in the direction of the icicle, examining the its path of destruction. It looks like she actually killed a small group of deer, or were they antelopes? I dragged the bodies back over to the parts pile, they may be useful.
After examining everything, I couldn't argue with results like these, even if I wanted to. There was however one glaring imperfection. She was basically a glass cannon. Her offensive potential was massive, but she had to remain stationary while she chanted and concentrated.
Maybe this could work if she was at least as fast as Bob, then she could fire from a good position and move before they could react. She could also put distance between her and would be attackers, thereby voiding the chances of a direct fight. I had much to consider before agreeing to take her with me.
"If I were to take you, I would like to ease my mind first. What is your actual age?" I said as I marveled at the falling snow.
"I stopped counting at twenty." She replied with a smirk before continuing. "That was probably twenty years ago."
Does this mean that she is actually older than me? I suddenly had a different opinion about her. She wasn't a girl, she was a woman.
"What is your name?" I asked her
"Evangelina, but you may call me Lina." She replied
"No! Just no! I will call you Eva." I said with unrestrained frustration.
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