Once upon a time, Some King in Some Land was missing...
Wait...
Okay.
The Goblin King is Missing, and if the Goblins find out, there will be a war.
The G.O.O.P, or the Global Operating Over-all Police, are trying to keep it under wraps by hiring some mercenaries to find him
Or just picking some random people off the street and offering them money.

There is a town called Derp-Town. In the Center of said town is a Tavern called the Sluttly Potato. Upon entering the Tavern, go to the old man in the corner and ask for the king.
He will open the door to our meeting.

That's the letter you have received. Go to the Town, Find the Tavern, Talk to the Guy, get to the meeting.
Simple.
or is it?

Bibble gets the note in his non-existence mail box,and asks the old man

"I'm looking for the king"
The old man opens the door

"Gentlemen "

"Yes mom! I did take spare underwear." Shouted Frin into a house with an open door.
"Yes, I'll look both ways twice before crossing the road. Don't worry. I'll come back as a hero. Bye mom!" Frin quickly shut the door before his mom could say anything more. He stepped out onto the street, but he only looked both ways once, and a massive express carriage passed half a centimetre away wfrom his nose. Frin got extremely frightened.
"At least I brought extra underwear."

And that is how the great adventure of Frin the Bard began.

A little song Frin composed, would sum up what happened next.

Brave Frin the hero of
Goblania and lands beyond
Set off for a quest along
The dirt road to the derpyest
Town of them all.

Brave Frin the hero of
Goblania and lands beyond
Arrived to the town of
Derpy people, derpy shops
Seeing a potato.

Brave Frin the hero of
Goblania and lands beyond
Entered the tavern of
Brave men and warriors
To get his quest!

Brave Frin the hero of
Goblania and lands beyond
Was chosen for a quest along
With random people from the throng
To find the Kiiing!


Anyways, you get the point. The tavern was really like a potato actually. It was rugged, dirty and it stank. Frin stank as well, partially because he naturally smelled a bit, partially because he had to take a ride on a farmer's cart carrying a ton of cabbage.
But now he was here. And it was time to start his great adventure which he could write a song about, so that it could be sung in all the lands for eons to come.

Scabby, after getting the message by surprisingly fast snail mail, walked to the Slutty Potato. He was going to go there anyway, to drunkenly bitch about Elves and watch sports, but this time he wasn't allowed to get drunk.

"This BS...." He said as he walked into the bar, "Where's the old fart? Hey, old fart." He walked over to the old man, "I was sent here for my job. Where's the door?" The man opened the door for Scabhacker, "Thanks."
The Goblin walked in and sat down at a chair.

James Hunter, after receiving the letter, made his way to the sluttly potato, and after simply showing the old man the letter without saying a single word, he was let inside the meeting room. He ssemed to be very serious, and was simply reading a book as he walked in and took a seat.

Scabhacker seemed bothered by something...

"Alright, I'm gonna say it; These chairs are shit. It feels like sitting on a rusty screw-studded vibrator superpowered by nuclear fusion! Can we at least sit on quality chairs?"

"its a tavern called the slutty potato,whadya expect?"

said bibble

"and ya the hell are ya weraing a skirt"

he said,trying to make some ttrouble to entertain himself

"Dear companions! I feel we shall become great friends during this epic quest!" Frin said enthusiastically while entering the door. In the room was a table and chairs, and people, like usual, were sitting on those stairs.

"Ale for the hero and his companions!" He shouted back out the door before seating himself. He landed on the chair with a sigh, and looked around the other people in the room with a smile.
"So who's the one in need of a hero?"
Frin tried to talk with a deep, powerful voice, just as a knight should. But his naturally high and almost squeaky voice was a bit too different. As a result, Frin sounded like a goblin trying to look cool.

The ancient goat Derlinder trotted into the Slutty Potato, levitating a book in front of him.

Basically, he was the fantasy version of those motherfuckers who walk and text and NEVER hit anything.

"Hello. I heard about the Goblin King."

"Golbin king huh?" Char said. She turned to her older brother. "Is that was in the letter? How come you never showed me it?" Mikhal looked at her then looked at the goblin that had came in. "Listen and you will learn why." Said Mikhal boredly. "Nice answer.." Said Charity. She glared at him before staring at everyone. "Since we dont know each other names.. (Not like I would want to know,) Im Charity Crusa, and this is my older brother, Mikhal." Charity crossed her legs and placed her right hand on her cheek before putting her hood down.

Moneh Jr. ran towards the Slutty Potato, covered in mud. He walked inside, slamming through any object as if it was nothing.

As he went inside he quickly said, not knowing of any news, as he never checks mail... or letters of any kind, "Holy, this place is more crowded then the usual." Moneh said, surprised.

Moneh's legs were covered in mud. As he walked around mud smeared over the floor, Moneh then stood still: he seemed almost frightened for no reason, actually.

James finally closed his book, and glanced at Charity. "I'm James Hunter," he said quietly, not liking to talk too loud. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, his long hair flowing over the back of the chair. He casually summoned a sword and started to examine it, making sure it was in good condition for future battles. Everything he did, he did so calmly that some would think he had no emotions at all.

"I am Derlinder the Wise, young spell born." Derlinder nodded...Sagely. "I have come here because of a letter about the Goblin King. I take it you have one, too?" He telekinetically adjusted his robe and put away his book, before levitating another book in front of him to read.

James said, "I think that's why we're all here. Now the others need to hurry and get here or I'm going to get up and leave. I didn't come all the way from the mountains in the north just to sit here. So this better not just be a waste of my time."

"The name's Scabhacker and if the bastard who gives me money doesn't tell us what to do I'm going to be getting piss drunk and I won't care..."

He put his hand on his chin and leaned on the table, "Although he might..."

Moneh Jr. seemed confused, he then took out his bag of letters (using his telekinesis) that he never seemed to read. He checked through them quickly, "Oh, I just now noticed... this... Well I'm here! I'm Moneh Jr!"

".." Mikhal stayed quiet after that. Charity nodded after James's comment, "Yeah, If this is just a prank we wasted four days getting here, and lost a lot of gold too..." She crossed her arms and stood up, "I demand to know why we were chosen for this job."