Within the cavern instead of the usual doom and gloom that shrouds the goblins, festivities of all kinds could be said to have taken over. Some of the goblins wrestle while others spectate the spars, with a few even making bets. "Ham leg on Gumblo!" A scarred goblins slams down the carcass, still raw in some places. yet that was not he biggest concern about it. "Pah, who want that!? you already bit leg! take somewhere else!" The ham leg gets flung off the makeshift stone table. Enraged by the waste of a decent meal, the scarred goblin lunges at the food waster, eliciting howls of glee as yet another fight breaks out so soon.
The sound of a heavy stone shifting is heard in the distance. Some of the goblins turn to see their shaman, hard working as ever even on such a festive day. "Great Shaman! come Join! we have boar this year!" Gobsung pauses as he looks at the groupies he usually works with walk over, some stumbling from the booze they had been able to aquire...somehow. "Go ahead. Me busy working for boss. Show later when time for ritual dance." The goblin group all perk up at that. Normaly, the chief shaman barley has time to perform his songs. But now? such a great performance will be cherished with food and drinks. "Hooag! to the chief shaman!" other goblins hearing the commotion join in on the spirited cheer. "'To the chief shaman!'"
Gobsung reveled in the praise of his kin. He walks through the frenzied crowd, hearing the occasional outburst. "No feel good...BLERGH!" "EUGH! you smell!" the goblin shoves a ham leg towards the goblin that barfed, holding his nose with his other hand. Gobsung will surely not miss that when he's gone.
The day passes and soon enough the night makes its presence known. The crowding goblins chatter amongst themselves before the large stumps that will act as the stage. Gobsung, who had made his way over to the stage earlier to prepare for the last show in this cave. "QUIET!" The hyperactive goblins all still as their focus turns to their best shaman within ten generations. "Before big event and to end party, boss now give words!" The goblins roar with all their might as their leader takes the stage.
"My subjects! We have waited long enough for this day. The day we get retribution for our fallen!" The tide of goblins riot, the worlds resonating with them. "By dawn, all will fear us. Our army shall grow and those despicable human nests will fall to the Dreadfangs!" The leader then motions to his side. The goblin giant along with some of the more physically fit of the tribe carry in the tubs filled with sap. "Now we drink! Drink until we are full of power! Then let the siege be laid bare!" The grin on his face grows as the goblins stampede to be the first to get a drink of the sap.
The seemingly vast reserves had quickly vanished as each combatant got the taste of power. Gobsung took the moment to take the stage as the leader steps off, content at how motivated they are. 'Boss really gonna not like me after this though.' The drums made of skinned animals and bone blare as the goblin groupies began to supply a beat.
🎶Party hard, eat more, fight and brawl, thrash and smash!🎶
🎶The dreadfangs fan the flames of war! ferocious clash, wimps dash!🎶
🎶Guzzle booze, steal coin, scare the weak, then find snooze!🎶
To break human nest, we become the best, and then we slash with sword!
For the dreadfangs shall only move forward!🎶
The party rages on as the goblins jam to the song. Soon one by one, goblins began to slump to the ground, dozing of where they once stood. At first none had paid much mind, But soon the music stilled to a pause as all of the listening goblins had closed their eyes.
"Is nap time? Why others sleep?" Globraun scratches his head in confusion sure that the time for slumber was a bit later. "Fool! Something is obviously not right! prepare yourselves!" The four high standing goblins gather near their leader, readying their weapons and eyeing the cave. A stillness begins to settle as the remaining five combatants tense, wary of what is yet to come. "Over there!" The remaining four look to see Bongi throw a bladed ring at a rapidly moving dirt mound. Dust flies into the air as the weapon collides with the ground. Goblow snorts as he sheaths his daggers. "Not problem at all, Bongi already delt with it." Before any of the others could refute that claim, a pair of hands sprouted from underneath him. They could only watch on as the already close to the ground goblin submerged. And in Goblow's place, a certain leafy liability took his place.