Glenn stands proudly and firmly up on top of a hill; he looks below at the spectacle of his small goblin army. He counts them to total sixty seven, more than he had gathered earlier in the morning. He inhales and exhales slowly while smiling up at the afternoon sun.

He suddenly peers down into the abyss of the green goblin swarm and shouts out loud in the goblin language. “My brothers! The time has come for us to take back our land!” They all shout in unison of agreement.

“Too long has it been, that these filthy humans have kept this land from us!” The goblins continued to shout in agreement. “Too long have they been sitting here, getting fat from our game!” More shouting occurs.

“And if we sit here and let them have for any long more… They’ll just turn around take away more from us again!” This time the shouting turned to booing.

“But not today! Today…” He brandishes a ceremonial twisted bladed dagger from his grey robe. The same one that he has been cutting the palm of his hand, then cutting right below their heart earlier today with.

“Today! We take back what’s ours…. Once and for all!” He says while raising the dagger up in the air to rally his goblin army.

“And with this, I will perform a last right. The right of passage for this young goblin that decided to join in with us, for the privilege of taking back our land! A Bond that will make all of us brethren closer than before. Closer than our families! By sharing our blood through this dagger. After today, nay forever on… This will be a symbol of our new found history!” The shouting gets louder and louder.

The shouting calms down as a young green skinned goblin with a head full of brown hair proudly walks on up to the hill. He lowers to one knee in front of Glenn and bows his head down while lowering his axe.

Glenn then walks up to the goblin and cuts his flesh beneath his heart, then he cuts his palm. Shortly afterwards, both wounds glow black and heals up leaving a scar. The young goblin proudly stands up and turns around to face the crowd, raises his axe and shouts a battle cry before the rest fall in unison with his.

“And with that, it is time for our march, our march… To glory!” They all shout at his speech one last time, while he turns around facing north towards the entrance of the woods. They all but Glenn, march on with haste. All of them marched towards Golden Glade Town.

Glenn looks up to the sky with amazement and he mutters to himself. “It is now afternoon, I may be a little bit late.” He peers towards the town in the distance. “I’m sure Karr won’t mind, due to us having a little bit more recruitment. If he complains, I’ll just remind him of his remark about what we had less.”

He hides his ceremonial dagger back into his left sleeve, then brandishes a straight forwarded blade dagger from his right sleeve in his left hand only to show the tip of the blade is painted purple. “I would love to see the effects of Evan’s magic to take effect. He did say it’ll be around noon… So even if I used it from now on, it’ll take about six to seven hours to take affect… A bit boring but useful for staged distractions I suppose… Still I can use this for fun chaos and a good laugh later on when I go back to the thought of it.” He grins and pulls out his ceremonial dagger in his right hand.

“For now, I have to keep appearances or they’ll suspect I really am using them for higher gains.” He chuckles as he moves on and raises his dagger at the rear of the army. It shines a deep jet black in the air. The aura flows fast and vast towards the army through the woods seeping into all the goblins in their scars beneath their hearts.

While they march on, they slowly but surely produce a faint dark aura that shrouds their bodies and pales their skin enraging them ever more so than before. The curse of the goblin has been done; there is no turning back for these poor souls now. Any self-doubt that one would bear is too late to turn back now.