09/06/2016 @ 21:00 BST - Potion Delivery

Beck woke in pain, soreness all over his body and the scars of two deep wounds felt on his neck and torso. He was without his armor or gear, left with a mere pair of pants while tied up to a post. Looking about at the goblinoids in the camp, he saw no sign of the bugbear that damn near killed him. With their backs to the human, two hobgoblins stood guard and looked back upon hearing Beck's waking groan. They said something unintelligible to the human, who furrowed his brow in concern and confusion at being spoken to in a foreign tongue. They repeated what was said and, when he did not respond, put the boots to him.

Beck woke again with an even more sore stomach and chest. The same two guards stood watch, facing him now, and he groaned once more in displeasure. A smaller goblin came to the group and pointed at Beck while chattering to the guards in their native tongue. Beck couldn't make head or tail of the language and hoped he wasn't about to receive another beating.

"You. Hooman." the goblin said, looking to Beck. "You work now. Build walls."

It's better than getting kicked back to sleep. Beck thought, nodding silently to the goblin. He was shackled and untied from the post before having a crude set of irons slapped around his wrists.

"How am I supposed to work in manacles?" he asked, which was responded with a suckerpunch from one of the hobgoblin guards.

I guess I won't be asking questions...


Hours later, Beck was lead back to his post and tied up once more after being freed from the manacles and shackles. The 'food' he was given was barely edible but the human choked it down as best he could. Feeling his stomach turn in protest, he tried - hard - to keep the food down.

"I guess goblins don't care much about what good food actually is." he said with a wry smirk. It was a comment that earned him another percussive 'lullaby'. The human woke again the next day, hissing in pain as he felt broken ribs from last night's beating. A new set of guards had come during his slumber and a small goblin, different from before, joined the three and pointed at Beck.

"More work?" he asked the small, despicable creature.

"No. Just fun today." it responded, it's voice to scratchy and shrill for the human to determine the sex of the being. Anxiety grew in the pit of the human's stomach; he feared what goblins considered 'fun'. In irons once more in mere moments, Beck was lead to a large tent with various bones around the entrance. From outside of it stepped Scarry, the bugbear he was sent to kill. Resentment burned furiously in the human's eyes, met with laughter from the bugbear.

"You still have fight?" Scarry asked, "That's good. That will make this even more fun."

The human was lead to a roaring bonfire, in which he saw several iron pokers laying with their tips just inside. His eyes widened in fear; goblin 'fun' meant human torture. A nearby bench had a variety of pliers, hammers, tacks, and other common tools re-purposed for nefarious ends. In front of the fire, close to the pokers and brands, was a single wide wooden stump with loops nailed in to secure manacles and shackles. Beck began to struggle, testing his strength against the irons, but was met with more blows and cheap shots from the hobgoblin guards. Scarry laughed and kneed the human in the groin, causing Beck to double over in pain. It was then he was easily moored to the stump and kicked a few times more before Scarry picked out one of the brands from the flames...

To be continued...