Chapter 34:
Stryg wandered the dark streets of Hollow Shade. Various people were out for an evening stroll in the villa district. The patrolling sentinels ensured the high-class’ safety. How different the villa and commoner districts were. No one had to worry if they were going to be attacked in these polished streets. He wondered how the rich felt about the warlords that roamed the Valley. They probably didn’t care, confident that their warriors and the commoners would act as a buffer. They probably looked down at the commoners, just like that Maeve vampiress. Stryg would settle the score. His stomach growled in protest. He’d deal with Maeve another day, for now he needed to get something to eat.
The dining hall in the academy was no doubt closed by now, as were the food stalls in the trade district. That only left a tavern. Looking around at the expensive mansions that decorated this part of the city, Stryg doubted there were any taverns nearby. He needed to head over to the trade or commoner districts if he wanted to eat.
Stryg’s night vision made it easy for him to navigate through the moonlit night. He walked block after block, eventually making his way to the commoner district. The long walk and cool air helped dry his wine-stained pants and calm his nerves. The stress from his classes, constant studying, and harsh training from Loh, was beginning to add up. He just needed to relax, get something to drink maybe.
Stryg soon found himself in front of the Merry Crescent and the lewd crescent sign that hung from the roof. Light poured out from the windows. He could hear the loud chattering of common folk eating and drinking their worries away. He could use some of that right now.
Stryg’s eyes scanned the crowd as he walked in. The tavern was completely packed tonight, people of all sorts were laughing and talking with one another. There were a few guards chatting and drinking at one table, but the guard captain, Rorik, was nowhere to be seen. He would be drinking by himself tonight then.
Stryg looked for an empty table, but there were none. There weren’t even any empty chairs. He’d have to settle for standing, like a few dozen others. Stryg raised his hand and tried to get the attention of one of the barmaids. He easily spotted Feli’s purple hair, a few tables away. But, the tavern celebrity’s eyes passed right over him. He frowned. Was it because he was short and she just didn’t see him, or was it because he was a goblin? She normally didn’t pay much attention to him in the first place, but it would have been nice if she could at least serve him some dinner.
“What do you want?” Carla, another barmaid, walked up to him. She tapped her foot while her hands held platters of food.
“Where’s my food?” A patron shouted.
“One second!” Carla shouted behind her. “So, what do you want? Food? Something to drink?”
“Can I get something to eat, I’m quite hungry,” Stryg answered.
Carla nodded, “We only have some soup left. I’ll bring you some in a bit.”
“Can I also get some honey mead?”
But Carla had already left for another table.
“I’ll get some myself,” Stryg sighed. He began weaving his way between people and headed over to the front counter where the tavern master worked.
A human abruptly stood up, pushing his chair right into Stryg’s face. The goblin staggered a few steps back from the blow.
“Watch it, short stuff,” the man warned, the scent of alcohol wafting from his mouth.
“You hit me, you lumbering halfwit,” Stryg glared at the human.
“Giving me lip, huh?” The man sneered.
He pointed to the symbol etched onto his armor breastplate. It was a grey skull with black sun tendrils sprouting from its center. The symbol of Hollow Shade. Stryg looked over the man and the ones he sat with. They were all guards.
“You’re a guard, so what?” Stryg asked.
“Hey guys, get a load of this goblin. He thinks we’re lightweights. Not important whatsoever,” the human bellowed.
The other guards looked at cyan goblin as if he was the most bizarre thing they had ever seen. They burst into drunken laughter.
“Teach him a lesson!” “Kick his ass!” “Make him pay our tab!” The guards each voiced out.
The guard turned back to Stryg, “You heard them. You can either pay all our tabs, or we can make you pay them,you might even get lucky enough to spend a night in a cell. Or we can forgo all that and just throw you outside the walls to the shades?”
“Hey, wait,” said a drow guard at the table. He narrowed his eyes, “Isn’t that...? Wait. Leave him alone!”
The human guard shrugged his shoulders, “Oh come on. We can’t let people talk to us like that. We have to show them who runs this district.”
“No, you don’t understand what he is!” The drow guard shouted.
“He’s just a goblin. An ugly one at that.” The human guard poured the rest of his ale on Stryg’s head. “Now he looks so much bette-”
Stryg tackled the man’s knees sending him to the ground. That was the last straw. All of Stryg’s anger that had just begun to settle beneath the surface exploded.
Stryg shouted as he began clawing at the man. The guard’s armor took most of the damage. He raised his foot and kicked Stryg with all his might, launching the goblin several feet away. Stryg rolled, landed on all fours and hissed. People began shouting in excitement as the fight began to unfold.
“Take it outside,” The tavern master shouted.
Feli saw the guard draw his sword. She sighed in frustration, the guards were picking on some other poor bastard. It would take hours to clean up the bloody mess once they were finished. Maybe she could get Carla to take care of it.
Feli stiffened as she recognized the goblin fighting. He was one of Rorik’s friends. Why were they fighting? Why wasn’t the captain stopping them? Feli looked around and noticed Rorik was missing. She lamented the fact that the drow captain would soon lose his friend. A goblin didn’t stand a chance against a trained armored guard. Feli let out a shallow breath, such was life in the commoner district. Cruel and short.
“No, stay back!” The human guard raised his hand to his comrades. “This little bastard is mine.” He drew his sword, “I’m gonna carve you up until your own mother won’t recognize you.”
Stryg grinned, a savage look in his eyes, his small fangs glinting in the tavern light, “Right back at you.”
Stryg charged the man, but the guard swung his blade in quick short movements. Stryg dashed to the side to avoid the blows. He swerved behind a table as another swing passed by. Stryg tried to find an opening, but his enemy kept his distance, using his sword to cross the gap between the two.
“What’s the matter?” The guard taunted him.
Stryg’s eyes glanced around, trying to find a weapon. If only he had a spear, he could fight toe-to-toe. He needed to close the distance. The firelight glanced off the guard’s blade as he kept swinging at Stryg. Stryg needed a weapon, fast. Or maybe not?
Stryg jumped back and took a deep breath, letting the black mana within flood through his veins. It didn’t matter if he couldn’t make tangible shadows. He didn’t need a weapon, only a distraction. The shadows around him darkened to a pitch black and surged forth. The crowd screamed as the inky tentacles soared over them.
The guard shouted in panic as he swung his sword against the shadows to no avail. Stryg ran low to the ground, his shadows covering him. He came up from behind the flailing guard and jumped up high onto his shoulders. His claws sunk into the guard’s face. The man shouted in pain as Stryg grabbed hold of his head and threw himself back. Stryg twisted in midair and landed nimbly on his feet. The guard’s head smashed into the wooden floor, his sword clattered to the ground a few feet away.
Stryg was on top of the man in a flash. His sharp claws dug into the guard’s flesh. He screamed in wretched agony as Stryg clawed his eyes out. Stryg paid no heed to the sound as he ripped the man’s face. In only a matter of seconds he tore apart the man’s skin and muscle. The guard’s weak struggles quickly stopped, but Stry did not.
The ebony black shadows slowly receded from across the tavern. People’s panic began to die down as they realized they were unharmed by the spectral limbs. Feli’s screams of fear caught in her throat when she saw the shadows leave her body. Her heart raced in her chest as she tried to understand what happened. Everyone warily watched the shadows shrink away. The Merry Crescent fell silent as all the shadows pooled into Stryg’s own.
The shadows’ disappearance revealed the lone goblin who stood above the guard’s corpse. Stryg’s hands were covered in blood and bits of flesh. Feli’s eyes fell onto the guard’s face. Or rather what once was. Now only a bloody skull remained where his face had been. Collective gasps rose through the stunned crowd.
Stryg took short heaving breaths as he looked around. His eyes settled on the other guards, “Who’s next?”
The drow guard stepped forward and fell to his knees, “Sir Stryg, please we don’t wish to fight you. You probably don’t recognize me. We met a week ago, I was with captain Rorik when you ki-, apprehended those thugs. I tried warning the man you just fought, but he didn’t listen. I’ll tell the captain that it was all his fault.”
People whispered among themselves in confusion. Feli shared their sentiment. What had just happened? Why was the guard bowing to the goblin? Shouldn’t he try to avenge his comrade?
The kneeling guard placed his hands on the floor and bowed his head, “Please, sir. None of us wish to incur the wrath of a mage.”
Feli’s eyes widened in surprise. The goblin was a mage? She didn’t even know goblin magi existed. He wasn’t even wearing a mage’s black robes. But there was no denying magic was involved with the shadowy spectacle that had just occurred. She recalled how Rorik behaved so friendly with the goblin.
Feli glanced at the kneeling guard. Everything was beginning to make sense. But why in all the Realms was a mage at a simple tavern in the commoner district?
Stryg’s anger began to cool as he looked at the kneeling guard. This was one of Rorik’s men. The captain was one of the few people Stryg actually liked. He would rather not kill his subordinate. He glanced at the corpse beneath him. Then again, perhaps he already had.
Stryg remembered his master’s words, “focus your anger.” He had already defeated his enemy. One of the main reasons he wanted power was to not be pushed around. Of course, that had literally just happened, but at least now the other guards were showing him some respect. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. There was no need to fight anymore, not tonight. Stryg stared at the guard’s corpse.
The kneeling guard raised his head, “Please, do not worry about the body. We’ll take care of it immediately.”
Stryg slowly nodded his assent. “I need a drink,” he muttered and walked over to the counter.
The crowd split and made ample room for him. Everyone stared, but no one dared make eye contact.
Sweat dripped from the tavern master’s forehead. “W-what can I get y-you?”
Stryg leaned his arms on the counter and looked over at all the different bottles that stood behind the tavern master. “Can I have some honey mead?”
“O-of course, right away.” The man rushed to obey.
“Actually, make that a shot of Fire Breath,” Stryg changed his mind. He needed something stronger tonight.
“Uh, of course. I keep those expensive bottles in the back. It’ll take me a few minutes to prepare.”
Stryg tapped his bloody fingers on the counter top, “I don’t mind waiting.”
“Someone can bring you the drink when it’s ready,” Feli strolled over, “I’ll help you get cleaned up while you wait. There’s a tub upstairs we can use.”
“Huh?” Stryg tilted his head.
“Can we get some hot water for our esteemed guest, please?” Feli asked the tavern master.
“Certainly,” he nodded vigorously. “Carla! Fetch some hot water for the mage’s bath and make sure it’s not too hot or I’ll have your head!”
“I’m on it!” Carla scurried away.
“And bring the best soap we have too!” The tavern master called out. He clasped his hands and bowed to Stryg, “I’m sorry, we don’t have much, but please make yourself at home.”
“...Right.” Stryg wasn’t sure why they were so eager to have him take a bath.
Sure, he was bloody, but he didn’t smell. A rag would get rid of most of the blood and gore. As for the rest, he could just take a bath once he got home.
“If you’ll please follow me,” Feli said. She grabbed the edge of Stryg’s shirt and gently pulled him towards the stairs.
Stryg followed, curious to why the normally cold Feli was so interested in him taking a bath.
Feli didn’t know what magic Stryg had done to kill the guard or why Stryg was visiting this tavern in the first place. All she knew was that he was a bona fide mage, the most important man standing in the room. This was her chance, her shot to escape this lifestyle. He was her greatest opportunity and she wasn’t about to let him slip away from her.
“Stryg, was it?” Feli smiled.
Aaaaah I can't help but think of Feli as a gold digger, given her circumstances it's expected but I hope she does have genuine feelings for the goblin in the future..
sincerely just hope he does what he has to do and leave her.
@poneylach I'm so hope indeed
As much as I would hope for that to be true. Sadly, I don't think is going to happen. This is not a story, as we have seen thus far, where "love will prevail". It's more of a "might makes right".
Plus, Stryg doesn't understand what love is, being kind for the sake of being kind, or being empathetic. That's literally not part of his vocabulary. He grew up never experiencing or seeing those things being done. He only knows that the strong rule the weak and get what they want. The weak have no say in the matter.
Stryg himself only wants to f*ck Feli. He doesn't like her. And she only wants to escape being a commoner. So love is also not needed for that.
@Onewithlego I am loosing interest in the story. I can't see what Stryg's character arch is supposed to be. The redeemed hero, the tyrant it found go either way. I think frostbifd is trying to push the realism of the story line to the point where the character development is after the fact and purely reactionary rather than an internal desire to become anything other than strong. I empathize with Stryg, but without a payoff in the story... I'm thinking of taking off of my reading list even if it is one of the better stories on the site.
Is frosty's point to just tell us the story of an asshole... Eh, I've got better things to do with my time.
@DanielJacobson nai its more of ignorance he had been born in a place of assholes and was brought to a more medieval city and knowing nothing he is barely self aware of his actions,words and rudness as most ppl are this is a story about how life teaches even those who wishs to learn and styrg on his journey to become the strongest that life is more about killing power and s*x him just throwing away everything he was taught is like erasing his existance the slow build up on him learning what life has to offer as shown him not killing the bit*h instantly he is becoming more self conscience compared to at the start of the story
@Surfing_Cipher I don't think so. Remember Karen's comments about her family. Unless Stryg literally can't perceive examples of the people in the city he lives in living lives explicitly counter to all of his previous experiences in the forest and not mark them for thief differenc. Including examples of empathic behaviour, love, care and true friendship... He has eyes and a brain. He should feel cognitive dissonance between his experiences and his beliefs other than a small crisis of faith. I don't know whether this is a redemption story or a tragedy.
In any case why waste my time with a murder prone asshole.
@DanielJacobson his belief is different than those in the city killing a another part of his life imagine u eating with a spoon then as a teenage you expected to eat with chop sticks hence he doesn't has crisis in his faith becuz he doesn't believe it taking a life is common from him but u can see him having a crisis on his ignorance and weakness as he was taught to be smart and strongest rather than both it more of a finding moral in life as a story anyways keep reading or not is up to you
@Surfing_Cipher I understand your point of view. I understand Stryg's background. I don't agree with the way the character had been written.
I am beginning to question what Frosy's purpose for this character to be. He doesn't see to be adapting to his environment well. And he does not seem to be self aware enough to realize he might need to change. Ie. he's an asshole. J don't like the character and am getting annoyed that Frosty in taking so long to get to his(her?) Literary point. Am I reading a stupid fantasy about what it would like to be an asshole and still get everything j want, a redemption story, a tragedy like Richard III. What?
@DanielJacobson I understand where you are coming from, from what you dm'd me it seemed you were mainly frustrated with the fact that Stryg doesn't have a harem and the he hasn't changed as a character. As I said in the dm, this story is meant to be long, so that I can focus on the depth of the characters, Stryg included. His growth will come with time.
All that being said, I can see why you think his growth is too slow for your liking and why you might want to stop reading the story. That's okay, the story can't be to everyone's liking. I do hope you find a story you enjoy to the fullest, whether it's this one or another
@Onewithlego You are on point that the story isn't about love simply prevailing against all odds. The world is meant to be more realistic in the sense that the good guys don't always win and that everyone doesn't have the best intentions at heart. The Ebon Realm particularly is meant to be set in a grim dark theme. While it's true that power is valued above most things in the Ebon Realm and that the victor writes the history, the story as a whole is not meant to be "might makes right." A tyrant may tell the world he is benevolent, and may even make his subjects believe him, but he is still a tyrant, not a good person.
I wanted the story to showcase a group of characters that are morally grey. With good parts and bad. Where you can root for them, but understand that they are flawed, that they can still be selfish, and make mistakes that might even hurt other characters you like. I guess what I'm trying to get at is that the story is more of a "People are damaged, but can grow." Of course not everyone will become better, and even the ones that try will fail sometimes and fall prey to their own weaknesses and desires. And the reality is most people never overcome all their faults. I hope to try and convey that through the story.
I couldn't agree more I really hope she develops genuine feelings for Stryg in the future
@Frostbird no I'm more frustrated that the character doesn't seeming to be growing or changing. I get the archetype. But I don't see what the characters purpose is if there is no harem elements. Is he Gengas Khan, the evil necromancer (the teen aged years), the redeemed hero, the fallen hero, Darth Vader with black magic instead of the force.... He doesn't to be making muck change after how many odd words you have written about him.
I like the work in general. He just might not be the kind of character I want to read about. I can't get a read on where the story will take me.
@Frostbird Okay I get where you are coming from. Is your plan to put your characters into situations where they have to make choices between what is right and what is best, even if it compromises their integrity, morals, friendships, and personal beliefs? Even if it kills or deceives those they value or are close to in exchange of gaining the most for them selves or others?
I am waiting the moment that Stryg is a little less black and makes choices that violate his "might males right" ethos because it will profit him more in the future. (And the deal with Plum doesn't count)
@Frostbird I can see where you are coming from. You have most definitely shown us that so far. From how characters die left and right whether they are good or bad, to how the slave trader who capture him treated the Centaur with care even though he was taking someone else's freedom. That's awesome. I love it. Keep it coming. But I think that the point @DanielJacobson was getting at is that unlike everyone else, Stryg and his tribe, have been the only ones to lack something very important that everyone else in this story has been able to exhibit; Empathy. I think more than empathy, is the ability to see things from other's perspective. Every one else so far, from the Lamias who killed his tribesman, to the Nobles who at first treated him with disrespect or aloofness later to change their minds after seeing how hard he works (or his results), have shown the ability to look at his situation, place themselves in his position, and draw a conclusion based on that. Stryg nor his tribe is capable of doing that. Even after he learned just how important knowing how to read and write was, the only thing he thought about the goblin who taught him was, even learning to read and write doesn't matter, in the end you still die if you are not strong. He never felt thankful or thought different of the goblin for teaching him literacy. It all falls back to power.
To be honest. I think that is what is missing in your story. You have great character development. A great setting. Awesome magic system. Well thought out sentences and grammar structure. No plot holes. No evil characters for the sake of evil. Literally everything necessary for an amazing story. But all of this falls on it's face because the story of whom it's about shows a lack of empathy, or ability to see things from other's perspective. It makes it extremely difficult to understand Stryg, or even feel sympathy for the guy. Rather than seeing someone weak and being reminded of how he was the same and no one helped him. He blames them for being weak just like he was blame. He would put so much effort and see so little results (back in the tribe), yet he doesn't recognize the effort others put in as well who were in the same situation he was. To him, if you are weak, you are weak, if you are strong, you are strong. End of conversation. His lack of empathy, makes it really hard to believe, that such a person could possibly see things from other's perspective in order to change. Since how else will one change when in a new environment unless they understand what the other person is going through or saying, process the information, and draw a conclusion that will better his character in order to get along with the other person or situation. Without empathy I just cannot see it happened. And that's what Stryg is missing.
I can see him change to gain more power. I can see him tone down his killing everything on sight for the sake of biding his time and do it later. Heck, I can see him letting others get close to him and forming something that resembles a friendship if it means amassing more power. But I can never see him change as an individual until he learns to be empathetic. The day he shows empathy is the day he accepts the weak. But that goes against who he is at his core. I really look forward to see if you will have him learn to be empathetic or not.
I am still reading the story. I love it. And I encourage others to do so if they are reading my comment. But for some major character development. Stryg needs to learn empathy. I could be wrong. But it is really hard to change the way people see the world, it's even harder to make that person change. Yet, more so when that way of thinking, has been the only thing keeping you alive thus far (in Stryg case). So I look forward to how you make it happen.
I apologize in advance if this comment comes off as offensive or lacks insight. I would be more than happy if you can show me otherwise. If anything please do so, since it would make the story that much better as I read it.
@Onewithlego No need to apologize, you aren't trying to be insulting, you're simply sharing you're opinion. I agree with your point that for Stryg to have positive major character development he requires empathy, 100%. The problem for Stryg is that he has come from a society that shuns empathy and he's been an outcast for so long, that he has difficulty recognizing it. Which is why I've been slowly building up Stryg's relationships. Stryg has suffered a lot and has difficulty opening up, which is very important. Since, if he is unable to open up, he will be unable to understand the perspective of others. I believe it would have gone against his character if he was just to open from the get go. Someone who has been an outcast and abused tends to shut themselves off from others.
All that being said, Stryg's old tribe aren't actual monsters. They do have feelings, but are generally suppressed because of their spartan-like ways. You'll get to see more of this later.
Rest assured that empathy is in store for Stryg's life, and he will struggle with the concept, and what it means to him.
That being said
@Frostbird Awesome. Can't wait to see it unfold. It seems this will be quite a grand story. With many twist and turns. I applaud your determination in undertaking. Not an easy feat for sure. Especially with so many vocalized objections to your approach. I hope to see you at the finish line.
@Frostbird @Onewithlego
Good discussion. One thing I would like to point out is that there seems to be a lot of comparison with Humans going on. Comparing Stryg to Darth Vader, khan, etc. I think that something that needs to be pointed out is that Stryg is not a human. He will not react to things like a human would.
If we believe what people think in the story he is a hybrid between a goblin and dark elf/drow. What are the character traits of those races?
Goblins are usually very aggressive, greedy, low intelligence, and a very "rapey" species. This is the main goblin type in most fantasy but sometimes there are intelligent goblins who have a civilized society but a lot of times are cursed to madness at some point in the story.
Drow's traits(copied and pasted from DnD wiki):
"Most drow are cruel, arrogant, and hedonistic. Their eternal game of advancement at the expense of others, which is encouraged by the spider goddess herself, has transformed the dark elves into a race of scheming backstabbers eager to increase their own stations by pulling down those ahead of them and crushing their inferiors underfoot. Drow trust no one and nothing, and most are incapable of compassion, kindness, or love. Many dark elves are actively murderous and delight in the giving of pain.
While dark elves neither honor their promises nor maintain personal loyalties once it becomes inconvenient to do so, their pride lends them a certain sense of style and an appreciation of subtlety.. Drow can be courteous and urbane, even to deadly rivals. They enjoy surrounding themselves with things of beauty, giving hardly a thought to the cost. Any drow city features breathtaking architecture and elegant revels marked by dark and delicious entertainments, but only a fool would lower his guard in such an environment."
So my point is there are two arguments for a person's personality/traits. The nature vs nurture debate. In either one of those cases for Stryg it does not look good for him to be a compassionate hero. He is not a reborn human in the body of a goblin/drow hybrid. He was born with these traits(at least half of them) and he grew up in the goblin culture.
I think his personality fits him well for the time and that there hasn't been a big enough moment or shock for him to change in any meaningful way. He doesn't have true friends or lovers yet. He has had no heart to heart moments with Plum or his master. He hasn't put his past behind himself yet and decided to be a "true mage" above his past torments.
Side note: The only thing he hasn't done that goes against his traits is find women. Be it buying slaves or some other source. You'd think with his clan's nightly ritual, his traits, and his new position this would be a bigger focus for him.
@KidBuu699 And here is the outlier lol. Wonderful point to take in this discussion. One I completely agree on, and failed to considered. It seems many avid readers (myself included) are so used to MC behaving like a human regardless of their race, that we failed to consider anything outside of that as a "good main character" in terms of behavior or character development.
Character development definitely takes time (I even pointed it out in my argument, yet failed to notice it my self), and circumstances that leave no room for anything but change in order to continue.
Thank you for bringing light to this. I will keep this view point in mind as I continue to read the story and also others from now on that may also have different races.
@Onewithlego
No problem. I think big reason we forget this a lot is that we are so used to reading a story of a reincarnated human in a monster's body. That type of story is so common and if they really go into the mindset of the mc will battle those two sides of him/herself. He will either try to make himself and his new race more human like or he will fight the monster within himself so that he does not become a beast.
The best idea to probably think of is told in a lot of adventurer type of stories in the earlier chapters. The wolf hating story.
"Do you hate a wolf for trying to eat you in the wild? To the wolf it is not a question of whether its good or evil to kill you, only the need for his supper on its mind. The wolf does what he must do to survive and live in the world."
The story doesn't fit exactly into the mc since goblins can be considered chaotic evil by what they do but the purpose of the story was about the nature of the beast/race. Styrg has an uphill battle to face if he will truly become compassionate like a human. I would probably bet that he would never reach the level of saving random people or giving to the poor, but I think that the bonds of friendship, love, and clan(family) is something that he can eventually understand. . . .Also the idea of not killing people in public. Be a sneaky goblin and kill them somewhere else!
Same but I think she's probably a good person inside, just forced by circumstances.
@DanielJacobson So impatient. Although your problem with the story is not entirely meritless,the author is using us as ersatz beta testers of his ideas. IMO the author is doing a bang up job. That's the beauty of this system. It allows the author multiple viewpoints into audience reaction to the stories offered.
@Frostbird … coming to the story very late. Seems obvious that once he allows himself to connect to someone, for the first time ever, and they betray him or are hurt, his rage/power will erupt.
@Frostbird the f*ck happened with huge reddit mod paragraphs, just got a noti bell in three years