Ignatius the Fed-Up Goblin part V: Afternoon Exercises
September 23, 2023
Corned beef, lettuce, and tomato on rye bread with radish chips and milk—
Not a bad lunch from his human hosts, Ignatius thought, given his ilk,
But just as he savored his last bits of it…Ba-DAA! The afternoon horn blared,
And a guard arrived to lead him to the yard, warning him, “Be prepared,
For Sir Bruce expects his adventurers to be nothing less than the best:
The fleetest of foot, the strongest of sword arm—you can surely guess the rest.”
Ignatius nodded, then squared his shoulders and marched alongside the guard,
Noting that they were alone in the hallway as they headed for the courtyard.
How that could be he could only guess, but an educated guess he could make.
He kept his concern to himself, however, for fear of feeding his take
To the stone-faced, halberd-toting man treading staunchly by his side,
And eventually, out of the fort they came with nowhere for Ignatius to hide
From the stern countenances of the human trainees who happened to peer his way
As they otherwise stood at attention ‘neath the waning sun of the autumn day.
Out of curiosity, Ignatius peeked to see if he could spot Philip’s face,
And lo and behold, there he was, front and center with a big smile in place.
Before Ignatius could smile back, though, and join the others in line,
His guard led him to stand before the class while an officer clad in fine
Regalia paced back and forth before the others and announced, “As promised, class,
You shall learn about when the moment for long-distance combat comes to pass.
Now, Ignatius here has kindly volunteered to represent the common foe,
And in this exercise, you’re to knock him down with your arrows just so.”
Ignatius’s eyes widened as the instructor made his announcement plain
And realized at last Sir Bruce’s treachery so guileful and inhumane.
Slack-jawed and wide-eyed as he was, however, his wits stayed with him the while,
And just as the trainer commanded his students to “Ready…aim…fire!” with style,
Ignatius darted off with as much a flash as his short legs would allow him to,
And he dodged the arrows the humans fired at him, tumbling the whole time through
With an agility he never knew he had, rolling and somersaulting left and right
As he dodged one arrow right after another ‘til the trainees gave up their plight
And adhered to the officer’s words as he said, “So you see how difficult, class,
It can be to strike down these cunning bastards? Truly a pain in the ass!
Now, though, set your bows down and draw your swords and see how they fight
Up close and personal. Ready now!” Then, a ghastly shade of white
Did Ignatius’s face grow even before he could catch his breath
As the students drew their swords and charged forth to stab him to death—
All but one, Ignatius saw, for he caught sight of Philip hanging back,
Sighing with his sword drawn as his eyes filled with sad reluctance to attack.
That was, of course, ‘til the instructor smacked him on the back of his poor head
And sent him to sink his sword into Ignatius to render him dead.
Ignatius, meanwhile, had his hands full enough with the trainees who came
Upon him swiftly, their blades at the ready as his hide they aimed to maim.
One by one, they set upon him, slashing at him as deftly as they could,
But when he drew his own sword and countered their cuts, it did them no good,
For with firm resolution and confidence in his own blade’s hardiness,
He swung it just so to disarm each foe, then for being the cause of his distress,
He tripped each swordsman and swordswoman and made them all fall flat
On their faces and keisters to the very last with an almost comical splat.
Then came Philip with his half-hearted rush, sword raised high above his head
As he brought it down towards Ignatius’s own as if to cut him down dead.
Ignatius saw the trepidation, though, in his friend’s eyes as he attacked
And quickly sidestepped his rush and tripped him, sending him down upon his back.
He then boldly approached the instructor whose face was twisted with disgust,
Pointed his sword at the fuming lout and proclaimed, “Pardon me, but I must
Ask what the meaning of this whole mess is before I turn you in.
The instructor merely stood there and fumed. “Spare me, goblin. You’ll never win.
We’re all onto what you’re up to being here amongst humankind
When your own lot’s been raiding our merchants left and right, front and behind,
And your spying on us shan’t do you good, so give up your precious plight
And go tell your breed that you’ve failed them in your mission. Alright?”
Ignatius let his sword rest by his side. “Who says I’m spying
Or representing my people as you say I am rather than trying
To simply find a better way to earn for my family our keep
In this world where our breed’s been labeled villains and has long and deep
Received your people’s ire? Do you really distrust me that much
That you’ll make me a target for my fellow trainees to throttle and such?
What must I do to earn your trust and prove that I’m moving on
With my life as I’ve long known it? After all, every wrong
My fellow goblins and I’ve made against you I can’t alone undo.
Tell me, then, what task I must undertake to earn the trust of you.”
The instructor merely narrowed his eyes and rubbed his chin thoughtfully,
Then sighed as he admitted, “Alas, only Sir Bruce with that can help ye.
Don’t expect him to go easy on you, though, for his distrust is more than mine,
And he’s sure to find the harshest mission for you so that your green behind
Is forever lost to humankind. Go on, now! See him if you dare.”
Ignatius then sheathed his sword and strolled away, though continued to stare
Suspiciously at the instructor, even as the guard who’d brought him out
To the courtyard in the first place led him away, his armored and stout
Body swaying to and fro as he pointed his halberd at his unwanted guest
And made him march back to the fortress to see what mission was best
For the skills he’d just put on display, fending for his life against a slew
Of humans eager to cut him down plus one clearly less willing to.
Speaking of Philip, all he could do then was look after Ignatius
And wonder what fate awaited him, feeling like an ignoramus
For obeying his instructor’s orders and raising his sword against a friend,
Hoping that his sheepish obedience their friendship didn’t end.
Feeling obligated to mend things, then, he rushed forward towards the fort
To see what he could do to patch things up, no matter the sort
Of task he had to undertake to amend for his betrayal,
All the while hearing the instructor’s voice call after him in a wail
And demand he return to finish his training, but the bard heeded not his call,
For he knew in his gut he was destined to help the goblin through it all.
Ignatius the Fed-Up Goblin part I: Coming Home from the Raid
Ignatius the Fed-Up Goblin part II: Ignatius’s Journey West
Ignatius the Fed-Up Goblin part III: Arrival at the Adventurers’ Guild
Ignatius the Fed-Up Goblin part IV: Ignatius Meets the Guild Master
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