I went to check out a wooden gate at the end of the clearing when I realized there was a whole band of goblins in an adjacent clearing – Oops! They attacked with a desperation that was a bit frightening and sad, considering they were armed with little more than silverware.
Something struck me as odd, so I struck one with the hilt of my mace rather than the business end. The little fellow keeled over. I didn’t have as much luck with the rest, and my companions are rather effective at making short work of poorly armored goblins.
It turns out my funny feeling was correct. These goblins were not of the Thistletop variety, but Birdcruncher refugees. Pardon me if they all look alike. I’ve never really questioned the overwhelming hatred I’ve had for goblins, but after speaking to this little guy, I’m beginning to suspect that it is some sort of bleed-over from Brenna’s racial prejudices. The more I consider it, the less certain I feel that they ought to be exterminated. I’m sure you will disagree with me, Brenna.
Silvir is endlessly useful, and of course he can speak Goblin. I’ll just write up the question and answer session we had when interrogating our goblin associate.
Why are you out here and not on the island?
I don’t live on the island, I’m not with them.
What tribe are you with?
Why are the Bird Crunchers here?
Looking around sadly – There aren’t any more
What happened to the rest of them?
Longshanks killed them
Are there any other longshanks here?
Yes, some coming and going – he describes Nualia
How long has your tribe been here?
Less than a week.
Have you been to the island?
How many Thistletops are here?
No more than 3 – showing 5 fingers, goblins aren’t much for numbers
What is in the pit?
Does it come out?
No, things go in
What goes in?
Ripnugget throws things in every day
Ripnugget throws Birdcrunchers in there
That’s about it. Silvir let the goblin go when no one was watching. I thought we might have kept him around in case we needed more answers, and I should have been really angry with him for not killing the thing, but instead I started to question where all this hatred was coming from. I don’t have time for this right now.
Just to get a feel for the monster in the hole, we threw all the goblin corpses in there. We heard a splash (and a roar) and figured the water level about matches the water level of ocean.
We made plans to attack at night, getting our rest during the day so we’d be fresh.
Jet went across first, utilizing Silvir’s invisibility spell to sneak up on the goblin guard. We’d hoped to get inside without raising an alarm, but Jet missed horribly and the goblin called up his buddies. I’m going to give him an amulet to Desna, because he really needs her help. Such a great swordsman, yet he fails in the clutch.
The bridge looked really weak – only one of us could safely cross at a time – and we rallied to defend Jet. Once we got inside their defenses (who’s ever heard of goblins putting up fortifications?), the goblins began to attack us, and they were using intelligent tactics rather than just swarming us like a pack of angry dogs. I’m not sure who has been training them, but Silvir was right in calling a retreat. We don’t need to be weakened by 200 cautious goblins while the real powerhouses, those treacherous “longshanks”, sit back and pick us off once we’ve been softened up.
After we all got safely back on the other side, we cut the bridge and watched the goblins.
There is some sort of wall-climbing lizard that scuttled around the back side of the island. A woman also came, took a look at us, and went back in. Shortly afterwards, a “bubble” full of goblins descended several times into the water. Someone smarter than me figured out that was an illusion. Maybe the lizard is too. There is a lot of cleverness going on here.
We all got into a long debate about what ought to happen next. I wrote it up in the back of the journal, Brenna, so go look it up. Yes, I think we ought to work with the goblins. Get over it. You can’t kill them all.
My head hurts. I think I’ll take another nap…