Range blasts runs joyously through the woods, relying on instinct to guide him. He feels as though his body is swelling with savage power.
Eventually, once he is just tired enough to want a rest, he stumbles upon a cave atop a rocky slope and enters it. The dark is his friend. The grue rules the dark. There have been others here in the past. There are bones. Range blasts picks up a rib and begins to chew on it. It's old.
The cave is deep. Even with Gruesight (tm) he cannot see the end...it just keeps going...
He turns and looks out over the woods. He calls for his brethren. COME TO ME...
Out in the woods, things begin to come.
First, the grue that ate the cat. He cannot see it, but he can sense it. It's lurking in the dark woods, refusing to come into sight.
Then, some other grue...a different race of grue...it travels in tribes, like men and goblins do...they are known as the Snivelling Grues...it's eyes shine in a slightly different part of the woods.
Then, finally, come three familiar figures. Two felines, one small, one larger, and a man. They stop just outside of the cave.
It is dangerous for a grue out in the light, and range blasts is no longer hungry. Besides, he feels a strange connection with the two meat eaters down there. The man is a prey animal, but the cats are predators. He feels a kinship with them. His instinct is to attack (especially to munch on that orange striped muscle, yum) but he doesn't really feel like it. He knows his heart won't be in it if he attacks. Besides, it's getting closer to night...
And...something else came when he called...from behind him...from the depths of the unending caves...
MrPhil sits on a branch munching on half a banana with his new buddy, a lanky, smirky Goblin. He examines his new friend.
The Goblin looks to be a little shorter than a man but powerfully built. He is very hairy all over his body. As you examine him you notice something amusing. The Goblin has really big balls! Literally! He's just sitting there, letting it all hang out, munching on his banana.
The old man pleads with MrPhil, who is ignoring him..."Please, Chief MrPhil, would your mighty servant bless this poor old warrior with a banana or two? I am weak, and sickly *cough cough*...I have grandchildren whose father was killed by a grue...their mother needs to eat, they need to eat...think about the childrens...."
The goblin finishes his banana then looks down at the old man, pegs him in the face with the banana skin and then begins to hoot with laughter. He then pees on the old man, chuckling madly. He's cracking himself up. He pokes MrPhil and points at the old man and starts laughing maniacally again.
The old man snatches up the skin and begins to chew on it with his few remaining teeth.
Then MrPhil sees another Goblin approaching on the ground. This Goblin is not silly. He's as tall as an average man and far more burly. His sharp fangs can be glimpsed from time to time. His hair is very light in color. He scampers up a nearby tree and approaches the pair.
MrPhil's buddy screams at the new arrival and puts on a show of intimidation for the bigger Goblin. The newcomer ROARS his display and MrPhil's buddy meekly, but angrily climbs away. The new Goblin stares down MrPhil as he approaches. He looks angry. He's trying to intimidate MrPhil.
There are a few smaller Goblins watching from the safety of the adjacent tree.