Soft thumps could be heard across the tunnel as a small furry creature, wearing bark plates and twig helmets, scurries down the tunnel. Messenger Two-toes had an important message.
A very, very important message.
Despite being half exhausted to death, feet smoking in ten different flavours, mouth gasping for air, Two-toes managed to arrive at his destination.
Situated beneath an old tree, a massive underground was laid bare to all. Thick, girth roots swirled up, supporting many of the buildings sprawled across. Thick smoke could be seen meandering its way across the sky, accompanied by a cacophony of ringing sparks following suit. Scurrying across were the same furry creatures, now sporting iron weapons and armour.
The Wabbits were preparing for war.
Scurrying past the ever-increasing line of Wabbit blacksmiths, he managed to reach a mud palace in time. Phew! Hope her Highness does not mind me being very late...
Gulping, Two-toes gingerly went inside the palace, full of trepidation. Tens of tier-4 Wabbit soldiers were seen marching up and down, their bloodthirsty nature culminating into a tangible aura. Nearly pissing himself senseless, he managed to hold it in.
Navigating his way through, he managed to find himself in front of a grand door, made with thick steel and precious gems. Standing in front of it, Two-toes finds himself hesitating once more. If Her Highness knows about this, forget about me; my whole family might turn into Wabbit stew!
Just as he was wondering what to do, two vattle hardened tier-4 Wabbit Custodians came behind him. "Squeak, grunt, squeeeaaak? (Halt, what are you doing here, huuuuh?)"
Two-toes jumped up in fright. "S-squeak, g-g-grunt sniffle snort hew crinkle... (I am Two-toes, and I have come bearing important news for the queen...)"
Turning towards each other, the Custodians nodded. "Squeak sniffles and grunts. SQUEAL! (Very well, you may enter. OPEN THE DOOR!)"
With a loud clank, the gigantic doors opened, upon which the first thing seen was a giant wooden throne. Sitting on it was seemingly a rabbit beastman.
But there was something off about her.
At first glance, she seemed to resemble a castle like the Rabbitos clan, complete with the large, droopy bunny ears. But her face, her face resembled those of a Wabbit, whiskers and all. Draped in regalia adorned with random trinkets (such as rusty nails, golden rings, and even bloody arrows), she seemed to stare down at the world, her gaze looking at everything as she sat on her high throne.
Clasping his hands in a simple prayer, he boldly marched in (or so he proclaimed; his knees were already shaking faster than the Diggers were doing their mating dance!).
Closing the door, the two Custodians prayed alongside him, for they also saw those weak knees.
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"What!? What d'you mean Orkanus is dead! How the fuck on Earadun did he die!? Wait, don't tell me he fucked around in the Hymalas Mountains, causing that unholy old goat to trample him to shit! Oh Zarthax, can't your simple ass of a brain just follow simple instructions. All you had to do was wait around until the preparations were complete before we marched into Mithrador, but noooo, you had to mess around. Shit, all my plans are ruined, RUINED! What to do, what to do..."
Meanwhile, below her feet was a shivering Wabbit, shitting everywhere, frightened out othe f its wits. Oh Zarthax, please save me...
Before she could destroy anything in rage, a small Devimp flew in, carrying a small, rotating mechanical device, alongside a letter sealed with the royal seal. Grabbing them both, she first opened the letter, fiddling with the shivering object.
As she read the letter, her expression grew brighter and brighter, until she began laughing uproariously, joy radiating brightly, as evident from her dancing whiskers. "Oh, the heavens haven't forsaken me yet! Tell her Ladyship it shall be done..."
Seeing this, the Devimp bade her farewell, before conjuring a gate in the air, teleporting out of the room.
Two-toes on the other hand, was merely glad that he survived another day. Phew, thank you Zarthax for saving my furry behind...
Just then, a loud explosion rumbled from above, causing a large chunk of mud to fall from the ceiling. With astronomical luck and accuracy, it flew all the way in, smack dab into the Queen's mouth.
"Peh, peh, peh! Who the fuck on Earadun is causing all that noise. Which son of a bitch is setting off explosions upstairs!?"
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Emerging from the tiny hole in the trunk, a petite figure emerged from within, her light green skin covered in grease and what-not. Coughing out the sawdust from her lungs, Goblina waved her hands in the air, dispersing the dust.
Taking out a notebook from her pocket near her very flat chest, she took the pencil from her rough, shaggy hair, jotting down her thoughts.
"Experiment number 2567: Liquid injected into bronze container, then sealed. Said urn then placed near the desolate hills of Istgan near Mithrador (damn guards...). Ignited using tier-1 fireball scroll (cost: 10 silvers). Took 6 seconds to ignite. Resulting explosion took out most of area AZ. Total blast radius: 10 m."
Jitting down the last of her thoughts, she laid down the book with great care, before jumping in the air, dancing in jubilation.
"~You're the greatest, you're the greatest, uhuh, uhuh~, Goblina's the greatest, woohoo! Alright, now I need to run away before those pesky guards come running here and slap me with terrorist charges..."
Wearing her cloak, the young goblin scurried away, muttering under her breath.
"Those stick-up snobs should be grateful to me for getting rid of any potential monsters here..."