St. Ulthar's Medallion

Emet nods in greeting to Lem, then turns to stare at Coreuth.

Blinking a moment, with a sigh, Holphin replies, "No, quite honestly, I hadn't." He turns back to Emet, then looks at Coreuth again, devilishly adding, "I think I'd rather ride you, if you'd be so kind."
 

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After finishing his morning devotions, Devon eyes Emet with approval.
"He looks quite capable, Holphin. I am eager to see him deal with the goblins."
He looks around at the mounds.
"We should search for an opening. I am sure the little pests have tunneled in somewhere."
 

Coreuth smiles flirtively. "That's no longer my profession. I'm an adventurer now."

Soon after, she moves ahead and slithers about, looking for any sign of goblins or their lairs.
 


With a wink, Holphin finishes, "Oh, it would be an adventure, all right."

He pats Coreuth on the calf. "Go find us those goblins."

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Guidance for Coreuth.
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Day Three: Into the Boglands

Coreuth doesn't search long before he find evidence of goblins. Scattered offal leads to a faint trail. Footprints filled with scummy water. Broken reeds. A dead frog with its head gnawed off. Cautiously the adventurers follow Coreuth. More spoor makes Coreuth's job easier as the group draws closer to one of the mounds, this one rising thirty or so feet above the boglands. Near the top of the mound, piles of earth and a tumble of stones plainly show where the mound has been broken into.
 

Lem peers in trying to discern whether there are visible steps or a drop into the chamber. If it's a drop off, he'll try to estimate the distance from hole to floor.
 



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