Needs more stories
I'm not the best writer but here goes nothing.
A goblin strode down a beaten path in the Arathi Basin. He was just in the heart of a vicious battle but he paid it no mind. He stepped over corpses of friend and foe alike. Some mauled by magic and some split open by steel. His footsteps left a trail of blood away from the pile of corpses. He whistled a jaunty tune as he went on his way.
After a lengthy walk, he sat himself against a rock and spread what was left of the blood trail to his palms and abdomen. His breaths became slow and heavy, they sounded like he was in immense pain. After a few minutes, a human in a bedraggled set of guards' armor confidently strode over, sword in hand. He said something, the goblin couldn't understand it, it has been a long time since he spoke common. Probably something about valor. That's all the humans seemed to care about.
He walked forward and swung his blade, a bit too slowly. The goblin slammed his fist into the ground emitting a frost nova before he teleported through and to the other side of the knight. They're always too slow. Too confident that the kill is theirs. The knight was hacking away at the ice on his legs that locked him in place.
The goblin rummaged through his bags and pulled out a flask of viscous red liquid. He put his palm on the base of the flask and his hands glowed. The liquid bubbled and boiled and it's prison became hot. It was now charged with magical energy. The goblin lobbed the newly made bomb at the helpless knight and watched as it broke and the liquid poured over it's target.
A moment passed and the seemingly worthless concoction burst into a violent inferno. The goblin's grin spelled cruelty while he watched his victim burn and scream in agony. The knight's armor was punctured by the initial blast and his flesh sizzled as the flames poured through the cracks. The bursting flames and horrid screams were soon replaced with smoke and the scent of burnt flesh.
The body crumpled to the ground and the impact shook off ash and chunks of scorched flesh. It couldn't even be identified as human anymore. The hair was burned to nothing. The face now a sickeningly twisted mass of features, or lack of features. The eyes were melted from their sockets and the lips were sealed together by broken and cauterized flesh. The upper chest was burned through and through, exposing several ribs from what was left of the blackened body. The goblin admired his work and snickered, "Smells like profit. I love it." He leaned over next to the charred corpse, "Tell yer friends about me, will ya, pal?" He placed a card near the knight's remains and walked off, whistling as he went like nothing happened.
The card reads: Korgit Blastpotion, Alchemical Professional
"Come to Blastpotion's Post if you want your war to have results like these!"
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