28th of Sandstone, Year 54:
The further adventures of Master Gozru Heldhell the Chartreuse Romance, Goblin Adventurer!
Leaving the new goblin fortress of Gorgehelp, I take the low road to Flierbridge and speak to a few dwarves there before venturing deeper into the place. Turns out all of the residents are in two rooms, for zombie goblins have slain many, many dwarves. I flee swiftly into the darkness rather than attempt a possibly futile confrontation with my dead brethren. Soon, Flierbridge will fall to the zombies and I shall be here collecting the skulls of the fallen for my collection. I've seen what those withered bodies are capable of - oh look! Metal armor and weapons of the fallen! Well, they won't be needing these...
There's a dwarf corpse here with a backpack full of shoes - if I'm reading the dwarven-weave correctly on his shirt collar, his name was "Zon Boatentered", he has some rather nice armor, VERY nice boots, and his skull is now nestled against Maddam Pickpleat's in my bag.
I briefly spoke to the baron consort of Flierbridges and his court. I informed the entire room that they were now ruled by the dominant dagger. They digested this latest affront to their sovereignty just before a goblin zombie broke through the far door and commenced slaughtering them. I slipped out a side door and by skulking in the shadows and sprinting quickly away whenever I saw their dead glowing eyes, I eventually made it out of the front entrance of the place untouched by dead and rotting fingers.
In my bag I have the skulls of Maddam Pickpleat, Zon Boatentered, Kol Nebelvutok, Adil Etessigun, Lor Nishidrath and seventeen others who bore no identifying features. There were many, many others whose skulls I was unable to scavenge, but the fact that I will not be leaving my own skull in Flierbridges balances my sorrow at such a waste of trophies.
...on second thought, I'll pay for lodging with these seventeen unnamed skulls and harvest six others instead: Minkot Shedimmorul, Onul Logamadek, Ingish Uzolribet, Thikut Esineth, Fikod Muthkatuz and Thob Otilalath. All now jostle together in my bag - their bodies will never be animated by any necromancer because of my careful ministrations. I was careful to butcher every corpse, for each one is worth the lives of twenty living. By my count, I've saved the potential lives of hundreds of goblins. It's a tough job, but someone has to do this kind of "preventative medicine" or soon enough the necromancer scum will take over the world.
All in all, I'd say this was a very productive day. (Boy, this bag is heavy!)
1st of Timber: Woke up this morning missing some teeth and surrounded by the tracks of tiny sharp-clawed feet. Also, I'm bruised and battered. I hate sleeping in the forest - it's the same "boogey fever" every single night!
So, I headed east across the plains, visiting the forward observation camp of my fellow goblins, but alas: some enchantment lies over that place, for I could not step one foot into their demesnes. Instead I headed south, finding myself at last entering the mercenary haven that is Paperscale Town. The city, once prosperous home to the Human race, now boasts only debauchery and death. The occupied Human lands now thrive under the various mercenary gangs that employ all races - telling of the horror that was Flierbridges, I won over many a dwarf and human, who saw me as some sort of new leader. (The rum, moonshine and other less obvious substances were just that good, I guess.) Of course, once I had a fair few choosing me as thier new leader, I proclaimed myself the savior and new lord of Paperscale, who now fell under the dominion of The Dominant Daggers. As the first of my many new edicts, I proclaimed all elves persons of extreme dishonor - to be slain upon the spot. Suiting action to words caused a bit of an uproar, but I survive with several new skulls in my collection of worthy foes (several were dwarven in nature, curiously: They were perverse elf-lovers, not fit to lick the filth from where I deposit my night soil. Nonetheless, a few noteworthy ones took quite a few of my companions to the Nether Realm with them and their skulls remain lovingly in my collection.)
I think I might stay awhile longer here in Paperscale and build my army further. These mercenaries have both skill and heart!
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