Brendella and the Horny Goblins
by Thomas Yonge
Copyright 2011 Thomas Yonge
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Contents
Brendella and the Horny Goblins
Brendella and the Horny Goblins
"You must be joking!"
"I'm dead serious," the innkeeper insisted. "The road north through Oak Forest ain't safe for a woman out by herself."
Brendella snickered. "I'm no ordinary woman," she assured the man.
Grabbing her mug of ale, the warrior turned and located a small table, set against the far wall. She crossed the common room, and seated herself.
A short while later, a handsome, bearded man approached her table. His face was chiseled and hard, his red hair striking. The muscles of his bared arms rippled as he indicated the chair across from her.
"May I sit?" he asked.
She flashed him a smile. "Please do."
"My name is Geoffrey," he told her, as he sat. Brendella introduced herself and they exchanged pleasantries.
"I couldn't help overhearing you and the barkeep talking." Geoffrey leaned towards her. "You should not take what he tells you lightly."
"Then you heard me when I told him — I am no ordinary woman. I've carried a sword and traveled up and down this entire continent. I fear nothing."
"Indeed," Geoffrey replied, "and I do not doubt that this is so. Nevertheless, the dangers of the north road are real."
"You would do well," Brendella warned, "to keep your nose in your own affairs."
"Very well, m'lady. I would just hate to see a woman such as yourself fall victim to those nasty goblins."
"Goblins?" asked Brendella, perking up. She enjoyed killing goblins.
Geoffrey nodded. "Indeed. A particularly nasty group of the buggers. They have taken to assaulting lone female travelers, sometimes even pairs, along the north road."
Brendella snorted. "Goblins? You expect me to be frightened of goblins? Little green creatures, no taller than a child?"
"These goblins," Geoffrey continued, "are not like others. They're violent, devious, and …"
"What?" Brendella prompted.
Geoffrey leaned close, lowered his voice. "They seem to be enamored of human women. And very horny."
Brendella's eyes widened. This was nonsense!
"It's true," he insisted. "They strip the women whom they attack completely naked! They have gone so far as to grope and slobber all over their poor, nude victims' bodies. Many women have come back this way in tears, panicked and stripped of all their clothing."
Brendella stared at the man for some time. His story was outrageous, but he seemed truthful enough.
Fine, she decided. She took a long drink of ale, slammed her mug down.
"Then, I, Brendella, Warrior of the Sands, shall ride to the forest and vanquish this pitiful band of goblins, making the road north safe once more."
She pushed her chair back from the table, and stood.
Geoffrey looked up at her. "Let me accompany you, m'lady. I'll lend you my swordarm. It will be safer."
Brendella snickered. "I need no man's help. I will go alone and eliminate the goblin threat."
She turned on her heel and strode to the door. Horny goblins who ambush and strip human women? Well, these goblins were in for a rude surprise. Brendella was no ordinary woman! They would meet their end on the warrior-woman's blade.
* * * * *
Brendella reined in her horse. With her right hand she reached back and pulled her sword free of its sheath. She patted the animal's neck with her left. "Easy, girl," she said.
She climbed from the saddle, scanning the trees for the source of the strange sound. She held her sword with both hands, tensing. Was it the goblins?