DrunkonDuty
he/him
At the other end of the spectrum in terms of power but no less ubiquitous is the humble goblin. Who hasn't had to tangle with these cunning little rat b@st@rds at some point? So why not tell us about it?
I'll start off.
Many years ago, 1ed, a large party, 7 or 8 IIRC, of 1st level characters under the leadership of a 3rd level NPC ranger. We're on a deep patrol, going to be out for a week or more and we've been told there's goblins about. On our second night out we camp in the ruins of an old temple. It's little more than 4 walls with holes in them. The largest hole, where the main doors were, is a pile of rubble with some bushes growing in it. A couple of fallen pillars lie on the broken tiles.
We'd settled down for the night when the guards hear a large party approaching. Goblins! Fifty of them! We can't run so we fortify. The broken pillars are pushed in front of smaller holes in the walls and we empty all our oil on the bushes growing in the main door way. Then we split our forces to guard the entrances. Most are near the oil soaked bushes with a one on each of the other holes and a couple as a reserve in case of a break through.
The goblins hit us in waves, trying to break through one gap or another. Eventually they break through the largest gap, one or two of our guys going down. The reserve rushes in and the line holds long enough for a hurled torch to set the bushes on fire, killing several of the green skinned bastards. The few goblins on the wrong side of the fire are quickly killed.
By this time we'd accounted for over half the goblins but our forces were down to half as well, the rest of us walking wounded. The goblins resort to sniping tactics and the long wait for dawn begins. After hours of this our leader, in despair, stands in the east facing doorway and looks for the sunrise. There's a twang of bow strings and four arrows sprout from his body. He turns as as if to say something to me then falls and dies.
With that our morale was broken. Suddenly everyone was looking to save themselves, looking to escape. The first couple out didn't get far as the goblins swooped down on them. Seeing them under attack I snuck out the far side of the building and ran for it, striking down one goblin on the way out.
The next day I met up with a couple of other survivors. Foolishly we decide to go on and found a dungeon to explore. The entrance was under the altar in the old temple.
25 years ago and I still remember that fight. The whole goblin attack was meant to make us look for a secret door to escape through and thus lead to the dungeon. The dungeon I don't remember at all.
So who else has a good goblin tale to tell?
I'll start off.
Many years ago, 1ed, a large party, 7 or 8 IIRC, of 1st level characters under the leadership of a 3rd level NPC ranger. We're on a deep patrol, going to be out for a week or more and we've been told there's goblins about. On our second night out we camp in the ruins of an old temple. It's little more than 4 walls with holes in them. The largest hole, where the main doors were, is a pile of rubble with some bushes growing in it. A couple of fallen pillars lie on the broken tiles.
We'd settled down for the night when the guards hear a large party approaching. Goblins! Fifty of them! We can't run so we fortify. The broken pillars are pushed in front of smaller holes in the walls and we empty all our oil on the bushes growing in the main door way. Then we split our forces to guard the entrances. Most are near the oil soaked bushes with a one on each of the other holes and a couple as a reserve in case of a break through.
The goblins hit us in waves, trying to break through one gap or another. Eventually they break through the largest gap, one or two of our guys going down. The reserve rushes in and the line holds long enough for a hurled torch to set the bushes on fire, killing several of the green skinned bastards. The few goblins on the wrong side of the fire are quickly killed.
By this time we'd accounted for over half the goblins but our forces were down to half as well, the rest of us walking wounded. The goblins resort to sniping tactics and the long wait for dawn begins. After hours of this our leader, in despair, stands in the east facing doorway and looks for the sunrise. There's a twang of bow strings and four arrows sprout from his body. He turns as as if to say something to me then falls and dies.
With that our morale was broken. Suddenly everyone was looking to save themselves, looking to escape. The first couple out didn't get far as the goblins swooped down on them. Seeing them under attack I snuck out the far side of the building and ran for it, striking down one goblin on the way out.
The next day I met up with a couple of other survivors. Foolishly we decide to go on and found a dungeon to explore. The entrance was under the altar in the old temple.
25 years ago and I still remember that fight. The whole goblin attack was meant to make us look for a secret door to escape through and thus lead to the dungeon. The dungeon I don't remember at all.
So who else has a good goblin tale to tell?
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