Dramm a'dan
Scholar
As folks start to return to Parson’s Breach, they return to an outpost in shambles. There is litter and garbage strewn about, a slightly foul odor hangs in the air. Shrieks of laughter can be heard coming from behind the Howling Crags Rest.
Coming around the corner a couple of goblins come running, chased by a female goblin throwing rocks at them, “No lunch for you!” she yells. Laughing back one of the group replies, “I wouldn’t eat your apple core and gopher liver stew anyways.” Turning back to his partner, “want to try and get into that one building again?” “Yaya, I think I almost have one of the boards loose.” Together they race off towards one of the middle cabins.
Loud clanging can be heard from the far cabins followed by a loud thud, “OUCH! Watch where you swing that!” “Don’t stand in way then” “Don’t swing over here” “But I make pokey” “I poke you” and the sounds of a scuffle breaks out.
The soft snoring can be heard coming from behind the Earth Weavers circle, well if you consider what sounds like gravel rolling around in a helm as soft. Stretched out in a hammock sleeps a large fat goblin. A large mutt rests under him, tail slowly swinging back and forth.
In the middle of the commons another group of goblins are cleaning their recent catches. What looks like a large lizard skin is being stretched out to dry in the sun. Feathers are being plucked from another carcass. Various hides and skins lay about. Hanging from the two poles you can smell the various rotting meats. The constant buzzing from the flies is heard. Coming over from the market place an old goblin female walks up to the meats and starts sniffing them, finding one she likes she gives a toothy grin and takes it down, heading back to the market place.
More laughter, grunts and growls can be heard from the porch of the Howling Crag, where a group of drunken goblins are playing some game that involves dice, bones, daggers and the odd fist thrown. Oh and the caged pixie seems to be the center of attention.
In the stockade there seems to be a few of the local farmers and families. All are resting against the bars, you see the odd movement as someone tries to swat the flies away.
Coming around the corner a couple of goblins come running, chased by a female goblin throwing rocks at them, “No lunch for you!” she yells. Laughing back one of the group replies, “I wouldn’t eat your apple core and gopher liver stew anyways.” Turning back to his partner, “want to try and get into that one building again?” “Yaya, I think I almost have one of the boards loose.” Together they race off towards one of the middle cabins.
Loud clanging can be heard from the far cabins followed by a loud thud, “OUCH! Watch where you swing that!” “Don’t stand in way then” “Don’t swing over here” “But I make pokey” “I poke you” and the sounds of a scuffle breaks out.
The soft snoring can be heard coming from behind the Earth Weavers circle, well if you consider what sounds like gravel rolling around in a helm as soft. Stretched out in a hammock sleeps a large fat goblin. A large mutt rests under him, tail slowly swinging back and forth.
In the middle of the commons another group of goblins are cleaning their recent catches. What looks like a large lizard skin is being stretched out to dry in the sun. Feathers are being plucked from another carcass. Various hides and skins lay about. Hanging from the two poles you can smell the various rotting meats. The constant buzzing from the flies is heard. Coming over from the market place an old goblin female walks up to the meats and starts sniffing them, finding one she likes she gives a toothy grin and takes it down, heading back to the market place.
More laughter, grunts and growls can be heard from the porch of the Howling Crag, where a group of drunken goblins are playing some game that involves dice, bones, daggers and the odd fist thrown. Oh and the caged pixie seems to be the center of attention.
In the stockade there seems to be a few of the local farmers and families. All are resting against the bars, you see the odd movement as someone tries to swat the flies away.