01-12 - Goblin Slayer

Priestess did not understand what they meant until the battle at the water town. The goblins had taken a temple. Not a cave—a temple, with walls and a moat and a mirrored chamber that reflected moonlight into a killing floor. A champion led them, huge and cunning, wearing the looted armor of a fallen knight. The party fought for hours. High Elf Archer’s arrows ran low. Dwarf Shaman’s spells frayed. Lizard Priest’s fangs cracked a goblin’s skull but could not reach the champion.

And she learned about him. Slowly. In fragments. Goblin Slayer 01-12

Holy water. Not against the undead. Against the floor . Priestess did not understand what they meant until

“You saved me,” he said. Not grateful. Not surprised. Just… stating a fact, as if he had forgotten that such a thing was possible. A champion led them, huge and cunning, wearing

Priestess saw it happen as if in oil-slow motion: the net, the snare, the goblins piling on. The champion raised a stolen greatsword for a killing stroke.