A grimy group of Goblins step carefully into the foul smelling camp. Anger flares in the lead Goblin’s eyes. They were just meant to be reinforcements, but someone has come into the camp and slaughtered the remaining three warriors.
He looks at the dead Worg and spits. Originally there had been three of them. Fierce but loyal the ‘Python’ clan. Their loss is difficult to accept.
He sniffs the air; “Humansss!”
His eyes are pulled by the sight of the fenced off tree. The corpses seem undisturbed and the crop of mushrooms left unmolested. “Goodly, we shalls be needing them soons.”
A barked command causes a few of his underlings to gather up the skins and furs left outside in the wet. A few will stay to guard the camp, but the others will make the interlopers pay. “Gets selves readly, we leaves at mornin' light!”
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Wohoo, enemies all over the place! I already get the shield from the saddle bag ;-)
btw, we should label our posts better. As the story gets longer, it's quite nice to be able to click on "Story" and only get the posts related to it and skip all game info/discussion bits. As the blog grows it's easier to read with good labeled posts
Hmmm....Obviously homocidal mania when directed towards helpless killer goblins have consequences.
Consequenses? No one mentioned consequenses!
We should have covered our tracks a little better!
"helpless killer goblins" LOL!
PS - I told you we should have torched the pile of "dead" bodies!!
Relax.
They really were dead.
Besides; what's crappier than a goblin?
A zombie goblin.
It was the mushrooms that were important to them.
So you mean Wer (already on a all-time-mushroom-high) didn't eat/smoke enough? :)
I'm afraid not.
For your sakes!
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