Harral comes from a long line of warriors who were experts only in sailing and pillaging. They would sail the seas traveling from land to land taking what they could without a care, but as Harral grew older he found himself at odds with his people. Harral took notice of the pain caused by all of the pillaging. The weight of the cries and bloodshed were a burden he no longer wished to bear, but pillaging was in his blood, so pillaging monsters became Harrals new vocation. They did not have as much valuable loot as humans but provided all of the meat that a warrior could ever need.

Although pillaging humans was no longer part of his life, Harral had to admit that taking treasures was something that part of him missed doing. Eating only the meat of swamp and cave creatures and living in poverty was not a life Harral was satisfied with. "Goblins!" Harral thought to himself in his thick accent, "Gobbos kin hae gowd 'rinkets an such, a'm juist needin' tae fin' a gobbo camp fer som guid loot!" Harral knew what he wanted but he didn't know where to find it. He wandered and searched and right as he started to feel like he was lost he stumbled across an inn. Harral asked the inn keeper if he knew where there were any goblin camps. "Sorry, I think I misheard what you said. You are looking for goblins?" said the inn keeper. "Aye!" responded Harral. "What in the world do you want with goblins?" "Thair gowd!" Harral excalimed. At this point the inn keeper is at a loss for words, simply staring in disbelief with a confused look on his face. Ding Ding Ding The sound of a bell comes from the other side of the room. "I know where the goblins stay around here." A red hooded figure with a bell in his hand says as he approaches. "Oi! Droppin' eaves ar ye!?" Harral asked. "I couldn't help but overhear, seeing as how you are shouting louder than kelpie in heat. I can show you where the goblin camp is, but I would not recommend going there." Says the hooded figure. "An' how com is 'at?" Harral asked, now speaking in a slightly softer volume. The hooded figure says, "Trust me, you don't want to make enemies out of goblins, they can hold grudges like you wouldn't believe." "A grudge wit' som gobbos!? Wha dae ye tak' me fur!? Ah fear no gobbos!" "Alright, alright, I'll show you where the camp is, but you can't say I didn't warn you." Ding Ding Ding A bell rings and the hooded figure seems to disappear as a map falls into Harrals hand. Puzzled, but satisfied, Harral heads out to find the goblin camp.

The map leads Harral into the heart of a swamp. As he wades through the muk he finally finds it, the goblin camp. A collection of crudely constructed tents and huts surrounding a massive fire pit, around which are dozens of small imp-like goblins dancing and chanting as they rapidly run in a circle around the fire. It would be a formidable scene for a lesser man, but Harral took only delight in what he saw. "Let os see whit thay git!" He thought to himself as he marched fearlessly towards the circle. "Oi! Whaur dae ye gobbos 'eep yer loot!?" He shouted at them. The circle immediately stopped their chants and dancing only to turn and look at their intruder. "Dae all ye hae shite en ye lugs o' ar all ye jus' dum! Ah asked whaur yer loot be!" Before he finished his sentence the horde was already storming towards him. As the goblins reach Harral he swings his titan cleaver slicing through them like butter. As quick as they are reaching him he is cutting them down, taking out at least 3 goblins with every swing. "Is 'at all ye git!?" Shouts Harral before bashing a goblins face with his shield. The remaining goblins begin to cower, they are now running away. "Gied to the pitch with ye, COWARDS!!!" Harral exclaims as he lowers his weapon. He searches the camp high and low but does not find anything of value, only what was presumably going to be the camps next meal, a few snapping turtles locked in a cage. "Whit a shite o' time that wis." He thinks to himself. As he looked at the caged turtles he took pity upon them. "Dun worry tur'les, Ah wont lea ye 'ere locked up." he says as he opens the cage. The turtles all leave and wander into the swamp, except for one. A turtle walks up to Harral and looks up at him. "Arent ye a lucky wee bastard" Harral says as he reaches his hand out to pet the beast. CHOMP The turtle latches onto Harrals hand. "Oi! Git aff o' me ye wee cunt!" Shouts Harral as he flings the turtle into the swamp. "Thats th' cheers ah git fir savin yer hide!? Ah didnae even git any loot!" He shouts as he kicks a tent, getting the canvas entangled around his foot that takes him a few seconds of flailing to kick off. Not even sure how to get home, he looks down at the map that lead him there. The map is now showing him how to get home from the goblin camp! Harral took a minute to ponder how this was possible, how the map given to him by his hooded friend could possibly change, how they knew where he lived. The more he thought about it the more it made his head hurt. "No matt'r." He thought to himself, as he began to walk home.

As Harral approached his cabin he heard something approaching behind him. He turns to see what it is but there is nothing there. As he turns back around to walk inside there it is. Harral looks down to see the snapping turtle from the swamp pushing against the door like he wants to go inside. "Oi! Whit dae we hae 'ere!? A lang wey frum home ye be!" Harral tells the beast as he pushes it aside so he can walk inside. Harral closes the door behind him but the turtle continues to push against the door like he wants inside. "Ye cannae come 'n 'ere! Away wit ye!" Harral shouts at the turtle, but it does not seem to affect the turtle. After a few minutes of this Harral relents. He opens the door and the turtle wanders inside, sits on the floor, and looks up at Harral. "A'm wey tae tired tae deal wi' ye 'ight noo" Harral tells the beast as he lays in his bed, almost instantly falling to sleep and snoring loudly. The turtle watches this happen so he too drifts off to sleep on the floor of the cabin.

CRASH Harral is woken to the sound of his door and windows being smashed in and goblins flooding into his cabin. Before he even has time to react a goblin holding an axe over Harrals head begins to swing. Before he has a chance to deliver the blow he is grabbed by the neck from behind and taken down to the floor. The turtle had taken the goblins neck into its jaws and slammed him to the ground. CHOMP The turtle bites though the neck, severing the goblins head. The goblins body stands up and begins to run around aimlessly, bumping into other goblins as they are storming in. Harral grabs his titan clever and swings wildly. "TAE HELL WITH YE GOBBOS!" He shouts as he slices. The goblins are entering through the cabins front door, a window to the left, and a window to the right. Harral is quickly slicing down as many goblins as he possibly can but he cannot handle the sheer number flooding inside. The longer the fight continues the more Harral gets surrounded until one goblin is able to cling onto his back. "GIT AFF O' ME!!!!!" He shouts as he tries and fails to strike the goblin climbing on him. Harral is spinning around, swinging wildly while at the same time trying to fling off the goblin on his back to no avail. CHOMP The goblin on Harrals back finds itself hanging from the jaws of the snapping turtle. The turtle had grabbed the goblin by the arm. It then jerked its head to the side, ripping off the goblins arm. The memory of the piercing screams that came from that goblin came to be something that would haunt Harral for many years. The remaining goblins are now fleeing, pushing each other to get out of the door and windows. The goblins all retreat into the forest leaving only the dead and a headless goblin still stumbling around aimlessly. Harral looks around his trashed cabin, covered in blood and goblin parts, and looks down to see the turtle, blood on its jaws, calmly looking up at him. "That wis a neat trick." Harral says to the turtle. The turtle rests its head on the ground and falls asleep. "Guid idea." Harral says as he collapses into his bed and passes out from exhaustion, his loud snores echoing through the night.

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