The days began to pass on for the goblins in their newfound home. The largest island of the so-deemed Lost Isles was rapidly beginning to expand from a simple refuge to a more permanent settlement as more and more goblins began to grow accustomed to the idea of staying. The trees were tall and lush, fresh fruit grew everywhere, beautiful flowers decorated the landscape, there was rarely a cloud in the sky, the air was light and warm, and it made the goblins want to vomit. It didn't take long for the old habits of the quirky little race to begin re-surfacing; machinery littering villages, failed engineering experiments still smoldering on bea

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It was warm and humid. The caws of some distant seagull and lapping of waves slowly lulled Mida back to consciousness. Her clothes were still soaking wet, and she felt the gritty half-mud half-sand of a beach all across her back and wedged into wrinkles of clothing. The sun was hot and shining right on her like an ant under a magnifying lens. She could feel, and practically hear, her skin searing from its radiation. Her whole body ached worse than ever, which was saying a lot given the past few days. Before she even opened her eyes, she thought to herself, "I'm so tired of this whole getting knocked unconscious thing." Mida's eyelids li

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The engine to the Hulking Hippo roared loudly as the ship sailed at full speed, rapidly burning through its energy supplies. Maldy had pointed the ship northward again, away from Ratchet, and was using every once of force he could to keep them going. Only Maldy, and now Flagg, were aware of their destination – the Dragonblight, for reasons unknown. It wasn't long before they sailed clear past Ratchet, and pressed northward, deep into the heart of Horde-controlled waters. The wind was blowing even more powerfully, sometimes in their favor, other times so powerfully against them the ship could barley move. The elements were still very muc

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It was late at night and the cool wind over the ocean sprayed water gently over the deck. Several days had past since Mida's takeover of the ship, and things had progressed quickly. Defenses were being mounted with salvaged cannons from the sunken Undermine vessel, and the Hulking Hippo had more than enough stockpiled ammunition and gunpowder. Currently they were only on deck, but Mida had plans of creating hatches in the walls of the cargo hold to mount them from within the ship as well. More resources were being gathered as well, with some goblins working on a machine to turn salt water into drinkable water, while a large, scented fishing

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High in the crow's nest of the embattled goblin vessel was none other than Bowie. He stood on the edge of the nest, hands aflame with magic of all schools a mage could muster, hurling what he could towards the dilapidated Alliance ship. The nest was also filled with goblin hand-grenades hand-made by Bowie himself. Every few seconds he'd pause to regenerate his magical focus, pull a pin from the grenade with his yellow teeth and hurl the explosive into the main deck of the enemy's ship. He let an evil cackle as his toys rained down upon the humans' heads, bringing fire and destruction. Such a sight warmed Mida's heart. A bright explosion a

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Mida yawned and stretched as she slowly woke up. For the first time in a long time, she didn't immediately have to bolt up from unconsciousness for safety, so she made sure to take her sweet time rolling around on the bed. As her eyes opened, she saw that the curtain was still drawn in front of her; while to her left were a barrels and her right the wall of books, all providing a perfect place of privacy. The boat rocked back and forth much more gently now, and the only rumbling that could be heard was far off in the distance. The storm had likely subsided. Mida could feel the ship moving forward as well; back on its unknown heading. She rea

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"As much as our society may say otherwise, you cannot judge a goblin based off the size of his wallet or the power of his intellect any more than you can tell what treasures are buried beneath the earth by the stones at your feet. The measure of a goblin, the measure of a man, and the measure of a mortal being capable of good and evil comes from what he or she may choose to do with their wallet, regardless of size, or their intellect, regardless of capacity. Nearly every other industrialized race of our world already acknowledges this, yet we goblins, a race that prides ourselves on our superior intelligence, obsess over who has the shiniest

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Mida slowly began to regain consciousness. She could feel the ship rocking back and forth, the creaking of the hull and the crashing of the waves outside. Moaning a little, she felt around herself with one hand to find herself lying on the ground, while rubbing her aching head with the other. "Putting a bunch together?" A nearby voice shouted, "Are you daft man? Or do you have some super power to weld metal with your bare hands that I am unaware of?" "I… well…" A second voice said, "Well we need to figure out something. Maldy won't take kindly if he comes down here and finds her like this." One of Mida's eyes flew open, scan

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The door to the storm shelter flew open and Mida ran down the stairs to the underground chamber. She quickly, but carefully, sat the Baron back down who immediately whipped out his cane and hobbled over to two strange machines up against the wall. They were "the valuer" and "the money changer." Both inventions of the Baron in his hay day, the valuer could evaluate any item's worth instantly. Part stock-ticker part scanner and photograph machine, it would portray a number of gold in dull, orange lighting within seconds. Then there was the money changer. Along with the valuer, this machine could be used like a vacuum message system to transpor

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