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<blockquote data-quote="Manbearcat" data-source="post: 6544056" data-attributes="member: 6696971">The path moves upward and switches back a few times at a fairly steep grade.&nbsp; Soon you hear the sounds of spoken language echoing off the tunnel halls.&nbsp; Goblin tongue.&nbsp; Something about &quot;King Ornrak not letting anyone leave is going to starve them all...tired of eating cave-shrooms...soon they're going to be sifting through their own dung or eating their dead...the starved dead...humans with their goats haven't been here for weeks.&quot;&nbsp; Someone answers with a &quot;shut up and get rid of the garbage.&quot;&nbsp; The sound of a portcullis raising.&nbsp; A &quot;Hurrrrrk...&quot; and then weird liquid sounding shuffling from further in.&nbsp; The first goblin calls back to the second &quot;you say something?&quot;&nbsp; A muffled sound and then wet, squishing sounds. You round a final bend and as your torch-light plays off the stone walls of the narrow path, it exposes the edge of the raised portcullis you heard prior.&nbsp;&nbsp; Fresh blood emerges from somewhere beyond your line of sight...around that final corner...oozing down toward you with the steep decline of the path.All is still save your dancing torchlight and the advance of the blood toward your feet.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Manbearcat, post: 6544056, member: 6696971"] The path moves upward and switches back a few times at a fairly steep grade. Soon you hear the sounds of spoken language echoing off the tunnel halls. Goblin tongue. Something about "King Ornrak not letting anyone leave is going to starve them all...tired of eating cave-shrooms...soon they're going to be sifting through their own dung or eating their dead...the starved dead...humans with their goats haven't been here for weeks." Someone answers with a "shut up and get rid of the garbage." The sound of a portcullis raising. A "Hurrrrrk..." and then weird liquid sounding shuffling from further in. The first goblin calls back to the second "you say something?" A muffled sound and then wet, squishing sounds. You round a final bend and as your torch-light plays off the stone walls of the narrow path, it exposes the edge of the raised portcullis you heard prior. Fresh blood emerges from somewhere beyond your line of sight...around that final corner...oozing down toward you with the steep decline of the path. All is still save your dancing torchlight and the advance of the blood toward your feet. [/QUOTE]

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