Rebz's ears went limp and bounced with his steps as he looked over his shoulder at Lucille. A look of sadness and disbelief consumed him. "You mean you really don't know?" But he didn't need the answer to that question, as the look on her face responded on her behalf. "It must have been a long time since the temple was sealed then, if the sisterhood forgot *that* much. Long time ago, we were a bunch of scattered nobodies. Sure, we were strong in our own right, but we belonged to no clan, nor even eachother. The Sisterhood... *enticed* us, with an offer we couldn't refuse. In exchange for servitude, they granted us power and pleasure." He picked a particularly thick patch of mold with his spear. "This being the latter half of that."<br/><br/>Rebz held a closed fist up as he stopped, the troup instinctively doing the same.  As he picked the patch off the tip, he approached Sneed, who had already been removing his armor. Beneath the ornate plate, it was apparent that they truly weren't the run-of-the-mill goblin. Certainly they were short, but Sneed's features were as stout as a dwarf's and chiseled enough to make a statue jealous. Bulging veins wrapped over thick, unearthly muscles. The six bulges straining his abdomen looked almost rediculous on his tiny frame, and the bulge beneathe it snaked down along powerful thighs. Sneed dropped his trousers and his member sprang free, standing at attention.<br/><br/>Rebz lofted a brow as he handed the moss patch to Sneed. "Go to town, kid." Sneed nodded and gobbled down the moss like so little cotton candy.  For a few moments Sneed stood there, sweat acumulating on his already grimy skin. His muscles grew taut as the feeling cascaded down his body; his ears, fingers, skin, penis, all a burning inferno of sensativity. His penis twitched, gaining girth and length as it quivered, the bulbous bumpy head dribbling precum like a neglected beer tap, crying for release. Rebz moved over to Lucille's side and folded his arms. "Go ahead. Blow on it."