Gemstone Goblins (LitRPG)

Church 4

The sound of running water was interrupted by the loud splash of a spear piercing through the river surface, and stabbing a fish. "Another one," a goblin said to himself. He removed his catch from his trident and placed it in a woven basket, filled with various other fish.

"Hey Froblo, we got enough. Let's go back," another goblin further away called out to him.

Froblo nodded, and trudged through the water, making his way to the river bank. He laid on the stony shore, basking in the light to dry himself off. As he got up he felt something unusual on the ground, feeling around he picked up a white, glass-like rock.

His friend whistled in awe. "You're a lucky bastard, first you get the chief's attention, now you found a piece of river quartz. Do you have Yantago's favour or something?"

"I wouldn't call getting the chief's attention something good. That guy terrifies me," Froblo whimpered.

The other goblin lifted him, and they gradually made their way back home. "But I heard what happened in the mine, Chief said he's going to do a proper ritual, and he's been running around madly getting things ready. You're going to be the first to receive a gem from him!"

Froblo shrugged. "Being first isn't always the best. I prefer praying to the statue every day. This Chief is scary, the old one was nicer."

The other fisher goblin scoffed. "The other chief? Sure he was nice, but he didn't have magic did he? At least this one has strength. Anyway, you have an offering ready?"

"Yeah, I left it in the dorm, I'll show it to you, tell me what you think."

On the way to their room, they left their baskets with a human woman, who was an expert fish cleaner. They had a brief lunch of baked fish with some of their guard friends and girls from the crafting section. One of the girls had given Froblo a necklace with a wooden crayfish on it. He liked the girl, so he gifted her a fishbone crown. She really liked it, so now their relationship was official. Not that it mattered since she was a mother of 3 already.

Upon returning to their dorm, a few goblins greeted them. They were taking a break from work by crafting and painting and lounging on their makeshift cots. Froblo opened the communal chest and retrieved a large stone carving of a vicious pike. It was a carving of the same pike that bit his leg once. He killed it later but found the fish to be brave, thus he memorialised it.

"I call this one, Scales of Victory." he presented the statuette to his friend. "What do you think?" He looked to his friend expectantly.

But his fishing mate did not seem impressed. "It's missing something. It's just a fish, do you think that'll be enough for the chief?"

Froblo frowned. He prepared the offering for the upcoming special event that the chief was making a big deal about. Gild didn't care about the crafts he received, but their leader was doing something big. Froblo shuddered at the thought of angering the chief. He was far too trigger happy with his [Sapphire Spear] spell.

"What do I do?" He squealed. "I don't want to die!"