You thank the Goblin for his assistance and allow him to furnish you with a sword and select a fresh rowboat.
As you approach the Grootslang's cavern you hide your torch under your cloak and row towards shore. The Grootslang is apparently taking an after dinner nap (Poor Brisby). It lies half in, half out of its cave. You fully intend to sever its neck while it sleeps, but the moment your rowboat bumps against the shallows it bolts up and snarls at you. Your Goblin companion shrieks and jumps into the water, starting to paddle away at a furious rate. He is not going to be much help. You dive out of the way just as its massive head careens towards your boat, shattering it.
You land in the water with a great splash and the Grootslang starts to fish for you with its trunk. In your fall, however, you lost your torch and it is now floating down stream. The Grootslang sees this and dodges after it, perhaps mistaking it for you, perhaps attracted to the light. As it glides past you take a mighty swing. Your blade cuts deeply into the fleshy folds of its neck and it rears up with a cry of agony before toppling over, twitching a few times, and lying still. You manage to fish the crown it was wearing as a nose ring out of the water. This is a precious looking item and you suspect it may belong to a Goblin of note, perhaps even the king himself.
You are so intent in examining this lovely head piece that you do not hear the stealthy footsteps of your Goblin "helper" until he is right behind you. You turn to greet him but are met with a knife to the ribs.
"More reward for me," the Goblin chuckles, as you fall bleeding to the floor. "Sorry my friend, but I hate to share."
The End
As you approach the Grootslang's cavern you hide your torch under your cloak and row towards shore. The Grootslang is apparently taking an after dinner nap (Poor Brisby). It lies half in, half out of its cave. You fully intend to sever its neck while it sleeps, but the moment your rowboat bumps against the shallows it bolts up and snarls at you. Your Goblin companion shrieks and jumps into the water, starting to paddle away at a furious rate. He is not going to be much help. You dive out of the way just as its massive head careens towards your boat, shattering it.
You land in the water with a great splash and the Grootslang starts to fish for you with its trunk. In your fall, however, you lost your torch and it is now floating down stream. The Grootslang sees this and dodges after it, perhaps mistaking it for you, perhaps attracted to the light. As it glides past you take a mighty swing. Your blade cuts deeply into the fleshy folds of its neck and it rears up with a cry of agony before toppling over, twitching a few times, and lying still. You manage to fish the crown it was wearing as a nose ring out of the water. This is a precious looking item and you suspect it may belong to a Goblin of note, perhaps even the king himself.
You are so intent in examining this lovely head piece that you do not hear the stealthy footsteps of your Goblin "helper" until he is right behind you. You turn to greet him but are met with a knife to the ribs.
"More reward for me," the Goblin chuckles, as you fall bleeding to the floor. "Sorry my friend, but I hate to share."
The End
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