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Grimlac curses his aim as the pointy bit flies high into the close proximity of Cooky's hand. The rogue huffs and fits another arrow into the string of the bow; drawing it back to its farthest stretches. His eyes scanned the monstrosity of the figure before him as he prepared to take another shot.
"Sorry aboutz that shot Cooky...Slippz of da fingerz, I'd guess", the goblin said apologetically as he fired once more. "Surely, Me'z hitz you knowz Lotslegs!"
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Knicky's failure aside, her fellow goblin had reminded Squicky of the paper candle stuffed in her backpack. She drew it without a moment's notice and, after some consideration of her own health, shot it as far and accurately as she could against the spider.
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Knicky fires her shortbow, the arrow sinking deep into Lotsleg's abdomen. Grimlac attempts the same, but as Lotslegs reels back from the previous blow, she inadvertently dodges the next. Changing strategy, the giant spider races down the tree and towards Knicky, rearing up and attempting to bite the goblin. A combination of dodging and a wounded spider cause the attack to miss, and Knicky counts her blessings as a few drops of poison splatter on the ground near her.
Though the combat has shifted to melee, the other goblins are too afraid to get close to the beast and continue shooting with their shortbows. Cooky and Eyeball both miss, but Squicky lights a candle and throws it under the giant spider. Lotslegs is looking very wounded now, thick green ichor streaming from her wounds. |
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Knicky bared her fangs in defiance of the giant spider. Where any normal, sane beast would be terrified at coming face to face with such a horrifying monster, Knicky was ecstatic, for now she could do what she loved best: slicing and dicing. While holding on to the Shoota with her left hand, she drew the Gorge of Gluttons with her right, sidestepping and then bringing the blade across in a quick, savage cut at the detestable spider.
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Cooky is happy to let Knicky do the up-close work, so he takes his time and picks out his very best arrow before carefully aiming into the swirling melee and firing with a short, brutal shout.
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Coming down from the tree was a big mistake, as Lotslegs is now on her back twitching out the last few seconds of her life. A small hiss escapes her fanged mouth as she dies, and after a few seconds green ichor stops seeping from her body and the swamp is quiet...other than Knicky cheering and dancing madly at her kill. Gorge of Gluttons is a mighty weapon, and even the smallest of goblins can kill a giant beast with its power. The other goblins gather around, bravely jeering and chanting, or poking the dead spider with a stick.
With Lotslegs dead you are free to move on with your adventure, unless you want to look around the area first. |
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Cooky pokes the dead spider with his bow, making sure it well and truly dead. Satisfied, he takes out his cleaver and starts hacking into the thorax of the monstrous arachnid. "Spindly legs mean no meat!" he says, gleefully chopping through the tough exoskeleton, "But strong bits are great for chewing!" Unfortunately, the spider's innards stink of ichor and bile, and not even Cooky can extract anything worth eating from the foul beast.
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There isn't much left of Lotslegs to be butchered, Knicky has done a good chop of chopping her to pieces already. Cooky can't pry off anything that isn't covered in poison or ichor, and so just leaves the corpse in the muck. There's nowhere else to go but to continue their journey and the group walks away from the scene, quite pleased with themselves.
After just over an hour and a half the sounds of the ocean can barely be heard and you take a turn at Wailing Rock (known for the sounds it makes early morning when the winds rise). Shortly after you see a structure looming in the distance. As you get closer you see that it is a ship! A huge human ship, left far inland by some great storm. The wood is rotted and covered in plantlife, and parts of the ship have broken off or are missing entirely. A fenceline has been errected around the entire ship, roughly 30ft from shop to fence, other than a small opening a short walk south. |
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Cooky knows what fences mean. Man-things. Taking off his floppy white hat, he holds it to shade his eyes as he peers at the enclosure in the distance. "Stupid man-things," he says, glaring at the fence, "Make big fence, easy to find, everyone know you there."
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Cooky sees that the ground surrounding the broken ship is churned up and is covered in what look to be hoof prints. Perhaps the fence is actually a pen? But what really catches his eye is the ship's railing, it is littered with animal bones, skins and what even looks like a few goblin skulls.
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"Vorka," Cooky growls under his breath, "Only 'fing on two legs what eats goblin." Turning to the others he says "Who's got the map? We gotta deal with Vorka, or can we's go round?"
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Eata Eyeball pulls the map from his vest, unrolling it and studying it furiously. "Uhhh....we passed Wailing Rock and I can hear waves, this must be the place!" For dramatic affect the goblin holds one grubby hand up and cups it near one pointy ear. Sure enough the gentle crashing of waves on a swampy shore can be heard (but not seen) within a few hundred meters. "Fireworks are made in far off land right? Maybe they came in ship, but stoopid humans crash ship and now fireworks stuck here?" Makes sense, and if this is Vorka's home it explains why Scribbleface only managed to return with a small amount of fireworks. He probably snuck in whilst she was out hunting and could only make one trip to steal fireworks. The snobby goblin stuffs the map back into his vest again, and points dramatically at the ship. "We go in! But maybe not me first..."
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Squicky could only get a bit nervous at the situation at hand. The explanations of the other goblins failed to help much as she, watching the Eata and Cooky explain things to the ground, tried to piece together information of her own. If Vorka lived there, then she would have the fireworks. If she had the fireworks, she would've realised some were missing. She would've blamed the goblins, because all goblins like fireworks. She would've touched up on security for a faster meal next time a goblin tried to steal some fireworks. Thus, the entrance wouldn't be safe. Neither would the fence be, probably.
All of the thinking sent shivers down Squicky's spine, and as she shuffled closer to the rest of the group she spoke through her mask. "If Vorka any smart, she has place watched or trapsed. Anyones good at finding hidden things? We can try gate and if not safe, climb fence, maybe. When we gets fireworks, we runs as fast as can!" Squicky smiled beneath her mask at the simple plan, even as she looked back to the other to goblins a few feet away from them. "We must be carefuls; she at least knows we're coming at sometime." |
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"Hmmmm does she?" Cooky asks, "Know we's comin'. Maybe we get lucky, she dunno anything? Or maybe we take fireworks, make big distraction, then sneak round and get MORE fireworks!"
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