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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
disturbance.
“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
Renny.
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
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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
tail.
“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
chests.”
A "Little" Trouble
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