Gnostic Goblin
Lawful Good Paladin
Net Goblin
Gunk crouched low among the bushes at the forest’s edge, peering toward the troll cave. The adventurers were slipping inside, their armor glinting faintly in the dim light. He could hear the faint clinking of their weapons and whispered words, though he was too far to make out exactly what they were saying.
“Good luck,” he muttered under his breath. “You’re gonna need it.”
The forest around him buzzed with life. Somewhere overhead, a bird screeched, while the underbrush rustled with unseen creatures. The air was thick with the smell of damp earth and moss, mingled with the faint, sour tang of rotting leaves. Gunk wrinkled his nose. He wasn’t a fan of the forest. It was too loud, too alive, and far too wet for his tastes.
Then, without warning, something heavy fell over him.
“Ahhh!”
Before Gunk could finish his yell, the net cinched tight around him, tangling his arms and legs. He flailed helplessly as he was yanked backward through the dirt, snapping twigs and scattering leaves.
“Hey! What’s going on?!” he shouted, twisting against the ropes.
“Quiet,” a voice hissed from somewhere behind him, sharp and low. “If you know what’s good for you.”
Gunk froze. He did know what was good for him. And right now, it probably involved shutting up.
To Be Continued…
Gunk crouched low among the bushes at the forest’s edge, peering toward the troll cave. The adventurers were slipping inside, their armor glinting faintly in the dim light. He could hear the faint clinking of their weapons and whispered words, though he was too far to make out exactly what they were saying.
“Good luck,” he muttered under his breath. “You’re gonna need it.”
The forest around him buzzed with life. Somewhere overhead, a bird screeched, while the underbrush rustled with unseen creatures. The air was thick with the smell of damp earth and moss, mingled with the faint, sour tang of rotting leaves. Gunk wrinkled his nose. He wasn’t a fan of the forest. It was too loud, too alive, and far too wet for his tastes.
Then, without warning, something heavy fell over him.
“Ahhh!”
Before Gunk could finish his yell, the net cinched tight around him, tangling his arms and legs. He flailed helplessly as he was yanked backward through the dirt, snapping twigs and scattering leaves.
“Hey! What’s going on?!” he shouted, twisting against the ropes.
“Quiet,” a voice hissed from somewhere behind him, sharp and low. “If you know what’s good for you.”
Gunk froze. He did know what was good for him. And right now, it probably involved shutting up.
To Be Continued…
