- Markshire PCs:
First off, let me tell ya all, its impossible fer anyone ta sneak up on a goblin camp. You just canâ€™t do it.The goblins always knows when yer gettinâ€™ close â€˜cause the worgs patrollinâ€™ â€˜round the edge oâ€™ itâ€™ll growl a warninâ€™.
A worgâ€™s somethinâ€™ like a wolf, only much larger, havinâ€™ huge fangs, and red eyes and theyâ€™s all covered up with fur as black as night! Theyâ€™s very smart and mean too! I heard a worgâ€™ll set about feedinâ€™ on a thing straight off, without even botherinâ€™ ta kill it first! Yup! If they gets ya down, theyâ€™ll start gnawinâ€™ away, tearinâ€™ off and swallowinâ€™ huge chunks â€˜o you while yer still twistinâ€™ and screaminâ€™ tryinâ€™ to escape from it!
And a worgâ€™s got a really good nose too! They can smell a thing cominâ€™ from far away and they lets the goblins know â€˜bout it. Anyway, they could smell us comin’. ‘Cept Me o’ course, cause I ainâ€™t got no odor at all. But . . . I guess the fellas are wantin’ me ta smell a little bit ya know? Cause theyâ€™s always handin me bottles oâ€™ perfume ta use.
Now I’ve always had a few flies buzzinâ€™ â€˜round me head and Iâ€™m used to that. But until â€˜Nitha told me not to use a whole bottle oâ€™ perfume at once, and just to dab it here and there, I had legions oâ€™ flies followinâ€™ me â€˜round everywhere! I guess flies likes the smell oâ€™ lilacs.
Anyways, the worgs smelled a bunch oâ€™ men, and Sun and a huge field oâ€™ lilacs approachinâ€™ the camp and they growled their warninâ€™ to the goblins. And, oh geez, the battle was on!
Out from behind the trees they came! Ridinâ€™ straight at us atop their worgs! Banginâ€™ hard on their shields ta frighten us, shoutinâ€™ and screechinâ€™ their war chants, shootinâ€™ arrows and flinginâ€™ spears! Oh geez!
Their worgs was snarlinâ€™ and snappinâ€™ and tryinâ€™ to grab an arm or leg what was stickinâ€™ out from behind our shields! Goblin Shamans was poppinâ€™ up everywhere hurlinâ€™ spell after spell at us! And eleite goblins, the ones they send away fer special traininâ€™, was there too! Spittinâ€™ on us and screaminâ€™ curses in their high pitched voicesâ€™ and whackinâ€™ away, tryinâ€™ to murder us with their axes!
It was hard fer us ta keep our footinâ€™ and we was slippinâ€™ and slidinâ€™ every which way cause oâ€™ all the blood and guts collectinâ€™ on the ground from the fight! Wave after wave oâ€™ â€˜em, charged us! Each one fiercer and more deadly than the last! I ainâ€™t never seen so many goblins in one place before! Finally, after what seemed hours, we finished â€˜em off.
We took a short rest to bandage ourselves up and clean the blood from our weapons. But poor Voran was missinâ€™! We looked around and Bel seen one oâ€™ Voranâ€™s legs stickinâ€™ out from under a huge pile oâ€™ dead goblins nearby.
He was dead too but three oâ€™ us grabbed his leg and yanked him out, brushed the gore off oâ€™ him and brought him back to us, with a Raise Dead scroll. Then we went about lookinâ€™ fer the hole that led down to the cavern.