#rpg hero

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another drawing of Riojo

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The Enchantress: Underestimate

Working on a longer, non-enchantress bit of erotica. For now, have this!

Hero: This is... adorable.

Goblin Girl: SHUT UP! Your head will adorn my front door!

The short but muscular little creature wore a horned helmet on her head and a helmet with slits for her eyes. She had straight black hair, and a young human face despite being green and possessing a mouth full of fangs.

More pressing was the enormous spiked club she held. It was as long as he was tall, and very wide, tapering off in a teardrop shape at the handle. It seemed to be carved from a very hard wood, with two metal bands, studded with spikes.

Hero: I take it you’re half goblin and half human?

Goblin Girl: I’m FULL warrior! Rise from your seat and face me!

Hero: I don’t really want to...

The goblin swung the great club horizontally, uprooting the stump the hero sat on, and converting it to splinters. Noticing a lack of a dead hero, preferably splattered across her club, the goblin turned her head to and fro. She smelled him, but couldn’t see him.

He landed just behind her, grabbing the handle of the spike and wrenching it out of her grasp. As he expected, it was incredibly heavy. Probably weighing half a ton. And yet it felt hollow, like a rotted through tree branch.

The goblin girl leapt away from the hero, and drew a small knife. She snarled. The hero threw the club behind him. It landed with a crash against the trees.

Hero: Being strong enough to wield a weapon that size should be enough of an ego boost. You have nothing to prove by fighting me.

Goblin Girl: A warrior who can’t defeat another warrior is less than a farmer who cannot farm. I won’t be satisfied enough to return to my clan until I’ve made you, the infamous traveling swordsman, into my trophy!

The hero drew his sword. The goblin smirked.

She then suddenly threw her knife straight at the hero’s chest. It flew at the speed of a bolt. The hero dodged the blade, only for the goblin woman to launch her body toward him at an even faster speed than her knife, her claws aimed at his throat.

The hero parried her claws with the handle of his sword. He felt her feet begin to dig into his side, the beginnings of a kick she had planned on finishing him off with from the beginning.

He spun his hips around to dodge the kick, and the entire goblin’s body flew past him, landing in the dirt. She gave a little groan.

Goblin Girl: Ow... Damn it!

Hero: Having disarmed you of your enormous weapon, you assumed I would not realize that you are dangerous even without holding a weapon. How many foes has that trick slain?

The hero rubbed his side. It was bruised, he could tell. But it wasn’t too serious.

Goblin Girl: Anybody who has underestimated me has regretted it. And you will as well. I will make you into the greatest trophy that any goblin has ever captured!

Hero: Then capture me, little goblin.

He took a step toward her. The goblin girl’s steel like resolve began to falter.

The hero’s grip on his sword tightened as he raised it toward her neck, silently and politely asking her to yield. The little goblin girl looked ready to cry.

But then she got a hold of herself and smiled.

Goblin Girl: I did warn you.

The hero suddenly felt faint and wobbly. He noticed too late the smell of drugs in the air... a goblin specialty in these parts of the woods. The goblin girl took advantage and got up, knocking his sword out of his grasp. One swift punch brought him to his knees, and another to his chin made staying upright impossible. She grasped his hair to keep him upright for her to whisper in an amused voice...

Goblin Girl: Are you regretting it, yet?

*** *** ***

The hero awoke to darkness. He could tell he was tied up, gagged, and nude. He didn’t know, however, what it was he was inside of. He was surrounded by what seemed like soft tree resin. It was too dark to see, aside from a small line of light.

That light became smaller with a creaking noise, however. He recognized the sound of wood and metal. Too late.

*** *** ***

The hero cried out as the goblin girl clamped her wooden club shut, and sealed it up with metal. She smiled at the sound of his desperate pleas. She removed two of the metal spikes so that the openings could serve as air holes. A trophy was much more valuable alive than dead, after all.

Goblin Girl: Comfy?

She giggled and smiled smugly at her victory before picking up the slightly heavier club now and giving two practice swings. Not caring at the screams of the hero inside she swung the club over her shoulders and began her trek home, a proud hop in her tiny stride.

[Never underestimate small ladies. Especially those that wield enormous weaponry

Somewhat inspired by these Donkey Kong enemies]

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maxyvert : Finally, we rise again! >:D

sailorsub: Done...

EeNii: Well... I’m the one who improved the less yaay :’D #lazyredraw

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[purplecatsketchs]

Few weeks ago, I started a nice challenge about RPGs.

Here is the first one : Myself as a RPG hero ! 

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I've had enough of fourth walls anyway.