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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Gnostic Goblin" data-source="post: 9535551" data-attributes="member: 7048243">This Cave Smells Like TrollThe goblins cheered as they stumbled into their discovery. The cave was enormous, spacious, and best of all, free from marbles.“Light!” cried Grinkle, running in circles. “It has light! Look at this!”“Air!” added Tunk, sticking his head into a shaft of sunlight and promptly sneezing. “Proper air, not mushroom fog!”Gunk walked further into the cave, squinting. “And… stuff.”The goblins froze. The “stuff” in question was definitely not theirs: a massive cauldron suspended over a soot-blackened fire pit, a pile of bones, and a suspiciously shabby cage big enough to hold three goblins (stacked vertically).Grinkle poked the cauldron. “You think this is, like, free stuff?”Tunk sniffed the air. “It smells bad.”“That’s not bad,” Gunk said, his eyes darting around the cave. “That’s troll.”“What?!” shrieked Grinkle, jumping back. “You mean…”The cave shook as heavy, uneven footsteps echoed down the tunnel. A shadow fell across the goblins as a troll emerged into view, stooping to squeeze its enormous frame into the entrance.Its warty skin was greenish-brown, its greasy, matted hair hung in clumps, and its sharp, yellowed teeth clicked together as it sniffed the air. “What is in my cave?” it rumbled.The goblins panicked immediately.“Oh no, not again!” yelled Tunk, diving behind the cauldron.“It was Gunk’s idea!” screamed Grinkle, pointing at their leader.Gunk grinned nervously, raising his hands. “Now, now, uh, Mister Troll, let’s not get hasty. We were just admiring your, uh, beautiful décor.”The troll roared, its gangly arms swinging as it lunged toward them.To Be Continued…</blockquote>

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