The Moblin

Waking of Friday, March 3, 2017 ~ 4

The Moblin

David and I had seen a big guy stumping around down there off the plateau.... He had a long snout and a horn, and so we called him the Anteater Unicorn.

I took the Old Man’s—King Rhoam’s—paraglider.... and took the plunge.

Down to the surface I went, down off the plateau, and it felt.... different.... dangerous.

That Anteater-Unicorn looked a lot bigger from down on the ground. He was twice as tall as I was at least!

I thought about simply skirting round him as I headed east, but.... oh, but I couldn’t be afraid forever!

I approached him. Cautiously. Came close behind a big tumble of rubbled stone.... and then ran round it at him.

I had picked something up in the Stasis Shrine you see—a great Iron Sledgehammer. It had worked pretty well against baddies.

He saw me, and he came at me. And I came at him. And he wound up his club and I wound up my hammer and I hit him once—nothing as he’s still winding up—twice—and I BASHED him across the screen so hard I broke the frame-rate!

“Oh-hohh!” David cried.

And I ran at him again, and he ran at me. And he wound up his club and I wound up my hammer and I hit him once—no effect as he’s still winding up—and twice—and I BASHED him across the screen so hard that I broke the frame-rate again!

And then he got up one last time and came at me and I swung my hammer and knocked the brute’s legs right out from under him, and he went down, and evaporated, and died.

And I picked up what was left—the monsters, they leave bits of themselves behind, you know—and it was a moblin horn....

Huh.

So it was a moblin.

And then I stole his giant club and ran off.