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Deep
in the Goblin Caves...
On the floor of the pit
was a creature Regdar had seen only once before and hoped never to see
again. It was a hideous, man-eating beast called a krenshar. It growled
and scraped its claws on the smooth stone floor of the pit, which was
ringed by a crowd of maybe seventy goblins.
A ladder made of
spidersilk ran from the edge of the platform to the outer edge of the
pit, stretching diagonally like a crude staircase. At the foot of the
web ladder, on the step above the floor of the krenshar pit, were two
goblin jailers and their prisoner.
"Regdar..."
Naull whispered.
He could tell she was
going to warn him off, but there was nothing she could say. Throwing
someone--even a goblin--into the pit, defenseless, against a krenshar
was just wrong.
Regdar charged down the
spidersilk ladder, greatsword swinging behind him. The jailer to the
left of the would-be krenshar victim turned. Its eyes widened and its
mouth opened. The goblin brought its arm back, a crude stone club
clenched in its hand.
Regdar spilled the
goblin's entrails before it had time to scream.
A dead silence came over
the cavern, and all heads turned to look up at Regdar. Mouths fell open,
and there was a wave of gasps.
Regdar smiled and looked
across the bizarre scene. On the other side of the pit sat a burly
humanoid, much bigger than the goblins around him. It stood slowly and
sneered at Regdar.
Hobgoblin, Regdar
thought. I hate hobgoblins.
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