Reynard the Unprepared

I woke up to a cold room. The usual warm, calm, and relaxing atmosphere of my room was replaced by a cold dark atmosphere.

What the?

Still laying down I had a look at my surroundings. A small fire bellowed in the middle of the room while several men huddled around wearing fur coats and skins of animals I couldn't recognize.

Are those!!! Are those pointy ears!!???

Is this a dream? It has to be. There's no way it's not. If this is a dream please. Please dont let me wake up.

A man I couldn't recognize looked my way. He looked older, maybe about 35 or 40. Maybe older. Although im not entirely sure if it was because he lived a harsh life or if he really was that old. He had long greasy blonde hair and a bushy blonde beard. His face was peaceful and friendly. A suprising thing to see.

"Hey you, you're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border right? Walked right into that goblin's ambush, same as us, and that thief over there."

Huh? Wait what the fuck!! I feel like Ive seen this before.....

Oh yeah, Skyrim.

"Wait… Goblins" I said with a coarse throat I had not realized I had.

"Water." I then quickly asked the group of men.

"Mhhm, goblins alright. Slimy rotin' bastards." Said one of the men in the group, he was tan with dark hair and eyes. He also looked the youngest. And were those feathers?!!!

"Aye, was a sad sight. I think most of your people died im afraid, my condolences we tried to save as many as we can but the only survivor was you." The blonde man said before handing me a leather waterskin.

"Thank you." I said plainly. The water was cool and crisp and much better than any tap water I had.

Who were those people with me? I couldn't remember. I couldn't remember anything of this man's life. This was a weird dream. It felt so real but it couldn't be. This stuff only happens in fiction.

"Aye, it is no problem. We the Goblin Slayer's take this job seriously. Goblins are dangerous to those who are unprepaired. Especially lately, they have been growing and number and in intelligence. Something is up with them." Said the blonde man again.

Goblin Slayers? Cool ass name but are they really that big a deal? Aren't goblins trash mobs?

"I thought they weren't that dangerous?" I said questiongly.

"Aye, boy one on one they arent, but they are cunning and cruel. Rotten nasty creatures." Said the oldest man in the group. He looked like a 'main character'. Too much going on for him to be normal. At least thats what my gamer sense told me. He was by far the oldest with all grey hair, his face had many scars and his suprisingly muscular body was covered in tribal tattoos and even more scars. His left eye was covered by an eye patch that held an air of mystery. What happened to his eye?

"Just like you, boy, my tribe was wiped by those damn goblins. Everything I loved was taken from me. Those goblins, they are true demons." Said the old man, his deep voice carried wisdom through his words.

"Damn goblins. I didn't even know they were coming, suddenly everything went into chaos- and then I don't remember…." I said to the group of men, using every bit of acting skills I had.

Just pretend you're roleplaying.

The group of men gave me a sympathetic look before the oldest one spoke.

"We know that tale well, boy, for all of us have a similar story." Said the old man with sad eyes.

"Aint that for truth, those rotten goblins took my wife and children. Curse them!!!" Said the youngest.

"Quite a familiar tale, this is why we do what we do. To protect others who might suffer the same fate." Said the elf, the only person who hadn't talked.

"It is both sad and…..comforting to know that others have similar experiences." I said in a serious tone.

"Aye, brother, it is sadly a common tale. But you are not alone." Said the blonde man.

So what now…..

My thoughts drifted as I thought about this situation. It was odd, something out of a light novel or a manga. I wasn't against it in fact I thought the opposite, I didn't want to go back. I had almost nothing, I lived alone I didnt have friends or a girlfriend and I had no desire to do so. I just lived in my own little world and thats the way i wanted it to be. But now? Now Im where I want to be. A fantasy world with different races and monsters!!

But I had one goal in mind, to use my RTS gamer mind to make my own mercanary band and slowly conquer the world!!! Battle after battle I'll make my name known!!! I will become a king!!! A fire burned inside me like never before. I will dominate the whole world!!!

I gripped my hand into a fist and made a promise to myself. In this life I'll do what I always dreamed of doing. I'll become a Warrior King and make my own nation with nothing but my superior tatics and good steel.

"Mmmm!!! Mmmm!!!" I heard a muffled voice next to me.

What the?

The person next to me was covered with in thick clothesw and a scarf covering most of their face but I was able to see the top half of their face.

Dark skin… and long ears!!!

A dark elf? Or drow? They could be either or maybe something else?

"Ah yes, the thief." Said the elf goblin slayer.

I gave him and the thief a good look. The elf was stunningly handsome. Just an observation but seriously it's unfair how handsome he was.

Maybe he's an outlier?…..Hopefully .

He had perfect pale smooth skin and slightly eastern features. His ears were quite long and had golden earrings that covered both ears. His hair was long and straight and was a very healthy looking golden color. He was wearing animal skins like the rest of his companions. I also noticed he had an expensive looking sword at his side.

"Mhh!!!" The dark elf theif tried to speak but was, again, muffled and struggled against her restraints.

The dark elf was simmilar to the elf. They had beautiful dark skin with no blemishes at all. Their hair was a clean white and made into a bun with bangs in the front. A feminine haircut but I couldn't say for sure what gender they were. The elf was wearing what looked like a black gambeson that was often worn under armor. If I had to guess they stripped the dark elf's armor off after the group subdued them.

"Damn dark elf. You drow's always stickin' ur damn finger in places they aint belong!! Y'know she was lootin' ur tribe after them goblins killed them and she picked them when we were distracted!!! Damn dark elf thought that they could get away but we're sneakier and caught the bitch!!" The beastman said with a thick accent.

This guy is…hard to understand.

Definitely different from the elf's elegant speaking.

"You…. My tribe when we were defeated? How could you!!" I said with my best impression of anger. I wasn't truly angry. Sure it was fucked up what she did but I didnt have any memories or feelings to those who died.

The drow gave me defiant eyes but said nothing.

Just at that moment I heard screams.

"What!! What's happening !!?" I said while trying to get up.

The group of men very quickly sat up and grabbed nearby weapons. Each of them carried a spear, a shield, a sword, and a dagger. Each of them had different style of those weapons, most likely made or bought from different places.

"You two stay here!!! We'll deal with this!!. Damn there's no time for armor men!!! Follow me!!" The old man said with a loud booming voice.

"Yes!!!" The rest of the group said in unison.

The old man took a step forward before turning towards me.

"Im not sure whats out there son, but If we dont make it just run and try to save as many as you can." He said with a serious grizzly tone.

Damn just my fucking luck!!! Seriously isn't this the starting area!!

I was soon left alone with the dark elf in the tent. I gave a quick look around to access the situation. There was many tools, provisions, armor, and weapons scattered across the tent. It looked like these guys were well equipped and experienced.

Clang!!! Clang!!!

I heard the sound of battle outside. Screams, the smell of smoke, the sounds of horses galloping and the smell of blood filled my senses.

Fuck fuck fuck!!! This is real isnt it!! Fuck bro fuck!!!!

I gave a look to the drow and she seemed to have a very worried face and was trying to escape her restraints. Her eyes looked like she was pleeding and her muffled voice was trying to say something.

I looked at a nearby dagger and grabbed it. It was in its black sheathe, it looked like a generic medival dagger with a steel gaurd and black leather grip it had no engravings or decoration. It was obvious this was made for actual combat and nothing else.

I grabbed the dark elfs face mask and pulled it off.

Wow...

Just wow. The dark elf was incredibly beautiful, her perfect dark skin glistened beautifully from the orange glow of the fire she looked so beautiful it was otherworldly.

With her gag gone she said her first few words.

"H…help me please. Dont leave…. Me."