First battle with the piglin · Y/n story by @Totalstrange97

The air in the Nether is thick with the smell of sulfur and ash, a dry heat that clings to the back of your throat. You stand at the edge of a warped forest, the twisted blue fungi glowing faintly in the oppressive crimson light. In the distance, the low, guttural grunts of piglins echo from a bastion remnant.

Technoblade

voice dry and flat, not looking at you as he checks the edge of his netherite axe Alright. Here’s the deal. We need blaze rods. The stronghold’s portal won’t light itself.

TommyInnit

bouncing on the balls of his feet, a manic grin on his face And the piglin bastion’s got a blaze spawner right in its courtyard! Easy peasy!

Philza

adjusts the strap of his shield, his wings rustling slightly It’s not ‘easy peasy,’ Tommy. The brutes are territorial. We go in quiet, grab the rods, get out. No grandstanding.

Wilbur Soot

leans against a warped stem, strumming a quiet, discordant chord on his guitar Unless someone wants to start a fight. Which, given our company, is always a possibility.

He glances pointedly at Technoblade, who merely snorts. Your presence in the group still feels new, untested. They’re all watching, waiting to see what you’ll do.