My name is Narls Bjornsson and I am a Dragon slayer by
trade; with seven fire-stones to my credit. I am looking forward to the day
when one of the forges sponsor me but I seem to be doing okay without their
support although it is tough work. I have followed some big hitters in the past
but they tend to get in before you have a chance yourself and if I’m going to
put my life on the line, I want to get the fire-stone as a reward so I have
gone solo now.
Well, I say I’ve gone solo but for some reason, I seem to
have adopted a follower. His name is Blit miner and for some inexplicable
reason, one of the forges has seen fit to give him a suit of specialist armour
to wear. Now it is a rarity for a Goblin to wear heavy armour in the first place
but to wear power-stone armour is, to be honest, unique. I’ve never heard of
another one; usually the Goblins take up a bow and fire at a distance but Blit,
he’s a bit special. Not only does he have the special armour, he’s got four
fire-stones to his credit and he got them from close combat with Dragons.
Now, you’ve seen how big a Goblin is and how heavy
power-stone armour can be so you can imagine that most of the power goes to
helping Blit move around but there is also a sting in his armour. He looks pretty
funny to be honest; a bit like the head of a blunt mace but with arms and legs.
He has a heavy visor that drops down and covers his face completely and a small
boiler with short stacks on it. The weirdest thing is that he doesn’t carry any
weapons. He just waddles around and goes head to head with the Dragon.
Can you imagine how ridiculous it looks when a knee-high
ball of metal goes waddling up to a Dragon to fight it? Well Blit doesn’t care
he waddles straight up; puffing and clanking. Normally, he’ll dodge a bit but
then he just gets swallowed and you think he’s done for but that armour of his
is special. It’s super tough and can withstand the bites and stomach fluids of
a Dragon and when Blit is ready he activates the secret weapon. Once that happens,
powerful spikes spring out and retract over and over again and the inside of
the Dragon is peppered with holes. It is a horror to watch and you almost feel
sorry for the Dragon as it retches and claws at itself to rid the pain from its
guts. After a while, the Dragon falls down dead and once it is all still, Blit emerges
from its mouth with a fire-stone in his hand.
I’ve talked to him about why he hasn’t gone back to the
mines and he says that if he ever gets scared of the outside, he just closes
his visor and he feels safe again. I think another reason is that he has become
quite a celebrity and enjoys the opportunity to tell his tales and get
rewarded. I must admit that I have become quite fond of the little chap… and
he’s the only one I know who can drink as much ale as I do without falling over
although I’m not sure whether some of that is down to his armour holding him up
rather than his constitution.
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