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Root - The Hidden



Karn seemed rather bored today, Root was aware that the big guy got bored with these things easily but just maybe they could come across something interesting. Besides it didn’t seem like the rest of the tribe was all that interested in doing much other than patrolling its territory. The sound of Karn’s warning pushed him into fight or flight mode raising his head to listen and sniffing the air to attempt to pick up what he could about what might be near.

The slight sent of goblin caught his attention, it was very light but it was there. Maybe only one or maybe it be scout. Quietly the lizard moved toward the scent he was the scout after all. Peeking over near his ferns he saw something much worse than a war band, “Thief! Get own plants.” A lone smaller goblin trying to take the plants he brought in from the outside and was taking care of? Not on his watch. The scales on the small lizard quickly turned from greys and blacks to a flared multi-coloring of neon red, orange, and green. Bright colors that showed his irritation.

“These plants mine.” He brought up his bow with the poisoned tipped arrows intent on using it as a threat display and not actually to use it. “Shoo nosey gobo, go, shoo!” honestly Root knew he wouldn’t be so confident if he didn’t have one giant stick behind him.

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Eyes-Like-Gold


So this was the Warren, was it? Spooky. Not exactly the most welcoming place, with its gouged stonework and its ragged entrance, but then again, it wasn't like it was supposed to be welcoming, not to civilised people, anyway. Still, it wouldn't kill them to put up a totem or a banner or something just to add a little bit of colour. But it was the Warren nonetheless! After all this time, all this exploring, she was starting to lose faith that the darn thing even existed in the first place! There are only so many false leads and wrong turns a goblin can follow before she starts questioning her own sanity.

The stories told her that dungeons like these were perfect places for creatures like goblins and kobolds and the like to gather. They were the cities for the uncivilised. Elves and dwarves and humans got to spend time in their fancy castles and palaces and towers, but monsters like her were forced to dwell in these nasty, damp, dirty caves. Of course, Eyes-Like-Gold knew nothing about all that. She grew up in a little tent village, the way a goblin ought to be raised. And besides, these dungeons couldn't be that bad, right? If they were, then why were the civvies constantly trying to break into them and raid them?

Well, whatever the case, it wasn't like she planned to live here forever. The dungeon was just a stepping stone towards her real goal: the orcs. Someone in here had to know about the orc warbands and where to find them; maybe if she was lucky, she might actually meet an orc inside the dungeon. That would be a turn up for the books, eh?

Well, there was no point just standing out here and hoping for it to happen. It was time to enter the dungeon! With a skip in her step and a whistle on her lips, Eyes-Like-Gold took her first step into the Warren, eager to face the challenges that awaited her inside.
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