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A "Little" Trouble

By Larry Brenza

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M-M! Girlie, girlie! Eat girlie girlie!!!” The
goblin sang as it went for Trackna.
“Shiss-la!” She Exclaimed. (Shiss-la is
goddess of the underworld and responsible
for all bad happenings, so, whenever anything
befalls an adventurer, they curse Shiss-la’s name.)
“A little help here Renny!” Trackna yells out, but,
Renfield is already on his way at hearing the
“Say, you’re right Trackna, it is a ‘little’ trouble.”
Renfield was always poor at a joke making. “Now
you know why we let Pester open the chests.” He
chides while hacking off part of the goblin’s tail.
“O-O-OW!! Nasty human! Nasty, but tasty! I’ll eat
you first, then the other!” The goblin diverts its
attention to Renfield.
Suddenly, the beastie’s demeanor changes. As it
approaches Renfield, he swears its scales changed
from rounded edges to dried, hard, sharp daggers.
“NOW!” It growls and charges Renny.
“Get the others!” is all Renfield has time to exclaim
before he’s forced to divert all his attention to
counter the goblins attacks.
Trackna runs to the doorway and yells, “Truskin!
Vanderbuen! Hurry, NOW!!” and races back to aid
It has its back to Trackna and she sees where
Renny hacked off part of its tail, it has healed and
started to regenerate! She watches for a second or
two and coordinates her attacks with Renny’s; where




he attacks to the left, she strikes to the right. Lighter
cuts to the creatures’ body heal almost immediately,
deeper slashes need a minute to close.
Truskin reaches the doorway and is met by a backing
up Trackna. “Crom, Truskin! I could swear this thing is
growing! It has got to be at least three feet taller as to
when it first came out of the chest two minutes ago!”
Trackna states while cutting terrible wounds into its
“This is exactly why we have Pester to-” Trackna
interrupts Truskin by yelling, “I know!!”
“M-M-M! A goblin champion!” Vanderbuen remarks
as he looks past Truskin and Trackna. “Best to shrink
it back down and get it back into its box, they’re very
hard to kill, you see, they keep regenerating as fast as
you can cut into it!’
“Do something!’ Yells Renfield from a distance.
“Oh, yes, Quite right then. Just a minute Renfield!”
Vanderbuen calls out. He starts to mumble
incantations and punctuates certain words with finger
movements. Truskin and Trackna move into the room,
one on either side of the doorway, pressing the attack.
The beast is slowly circling, taking swipes with its
claws and snapping its teeth at the blades of the three.
Suddenly, the room shimmers in a greenish glow and
the goblin twitches violently. With each jerk of its
body, it shrinks smaller and smaller until Truskin picks
it up by its tail; it now being the size of his hand!
Pester walks into the room surveying the melee
aftermath and says, “Next time, let me open the


A "Little" Trouble
2002 L. Brenza














athor felt the breeze on his neck, but before
he could turn toward the window he was
knocked down and flipped over on his back
and a blade was placed in front of his face. A
heavy weight settled on his arms and mid-section
and a voice said softly, “Leave me for dead, eh
Bathor, finding it difficult to focus past the blade,
could not mistake that voice for any other than
Murfree. Eight days ago when their adventuring
party was deep in the bowels of the Red Dragon’s
lair, they came across the great wurms treasure den.
After loading up as much booty as they could
manage, they were working their way back out when
the dragon crossed their path.
Fortunately, for Murfree, he had a bag of holding
and was less encumbered than the rest to defend
himself. Unfortunately, Bathor’s fighters were given
extra treasure to carry and could not easily come to
the melee with the dragon. As Murfree fought and
dodged furiously, the others took the opportunity to
leave him to the dragon and make good their escape.
And now Murfree, somehow, magically has
reappeared to sit on Bathor’s chest with a blade
pressed to his nose. “M-m-m-m... many crates. Going
somewhere, Bathor?” Murfree’s low calm voice made
Bathor tremble uncontrollably.
“M-Murfree, y-you knew the dangers of plplundering
a d-d-dragon’s lair. G-get in, g-grab all




you can and g-get out any way you can.”
But, before Bathor could continue, Murfree leaned in
closer to add in a stern tone, “And that means leaving
crew behind?!” He punctuated his question with his
blade sliding into Bathor’s nose until a droplet of blood
appeared next to the razor sharp edge.
“B-be r-reasonable, M-Murfree.” Bathor stumbled on
every word knowing they were the words of a money
grabbing coward. “Y-you’re a-alive a-a-aren’t y-you?”
He said, hoping somehow, to talk his way out of his
apparent fate.
“No. I’m not.” Murfree said. “The dragon stopped his
attack on me right after you left. He found it quite
amusing that you could run like a cur and leave me
behind as a sacrifice. He pondered a day on what my
fate would be, during that time he buried me up to my
neck in treasure. He decided to enchant me to his will.
I am strong of body, but, weak of mind.” Murfree
leaned back and opened his tunic, there to reveal a
fresh brand burned into his skin.
Bathor shuddered and Murfree said, “I only live on
by his whims. And, his first whim is for me to bring
back all of your heads to him. So, it is now time for
your head to join your chum’s heads in my duffle.”
“N-NO, Wait!! Murfree! You’re enchanted! I know a
powerful wizard who can right your wrong!” Murfree,
finally speaks in a loud voice. “You lie!!”
“NO! Truly!!” Bathor pleads.


Murfree’s Revenge
2002 L. Brenza



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