Wealth Mountain is an ancient structure in the far away, uninhabitable northeast. It's taller than any other peak, protected by an unfathomable monster, and apparently filled to the brim with precious goldatinum metal.
Four goblins, all of which ha...
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Colb awoke with a crash, in a pile of mud and water, surrounded by broken bits of wood. He squinted into the distance, at the sun just starting to rise over some mountains. Hmmm? Sunrise? He thought to himself. The last thing I remember was the tidal wave at sunset. I must have been passed out all night, yes?
As Colb collected his bearings, he heard shouting in a language he didn't understand... and yet, as he listened harder, he realized he did understand it. "Everyone! This is a state of emergency! There is a meeting with the leaders in the town hall. The town hall! Everybody go to the town hall! Help any dwarves in need on your way there! Leave your belongings behind, and head to the town hall!" yelled a stout dwarf with a long orange beard. As the dwarf shouted these things, he banged two metal pans together loudly.
Colb looked around, feeling dizzy. He was on land, albeit sitting in a few inches of water. There were dwarves all over the place: running around, clearing rubble, and pulling each other out of flooded holes. These creatures were much taller than Colb, each standing at an intimidating 4 to 5 feet in height. Their heads were covered in hair, from their faces to their foreheads and necks. Some had trimmed their manes a bit to make visible the many metal rings attached to their hammer-shaped ears, while others didn't even bother to cut holes for their eyes to help them see.
Amongst this ocean of hair, Colb saw his three hairless companions, similarly waking up in piles of mud and broken wood. Noticing each other, the goblins huddled up. "Rrghegh... where are we?" Drek muttered, rubbing his head. "I'm still hungry."
"AaAaaaaahhhh, I recognize this place, although it's usually not so destroyed," 27 replied. "We are in the dwarven town of Dalrek, yes we are."
"Whereami?" Stibs mumbled, pulling out his Yiklar Map of Finding Location. "Hurmph, he's right," the old goblin confirmed as his map magically revealed their new position. "I guess that's what we were aiming for, but how did we get here?"
27 looked around at the dwarves responding to the disaster. "We must've ridden that tidal wave from the coralwhale, yes we must have," he surmised.
"Hmmm, that would explain why the sun is just starting to rise, yes?" Colb added. "We must have been riding the tsunami all night, yes?"
"Rrghegh, that got us to the dwarf town much faster than old goblin rowing boat would have," Drek jeered.
Stibs rolled his eyes. "Hurmph, well, that's not a fair comparison, Drek. Although I've not seen one before today – er, yesterday – I've heard tsunami waves can move upwards of 500 miles per hour. Fortunately, we were in a well-made boat," Stibs paused to make eye contact with 27, "...built with planks of mapleoak that I specifically chose for their buoyancy. Hurmph – given the force of a wave like that, we must've been dragged west for miles. That type of force certainly would've knocked us out for the journey, but on the flip side, it also must've kept our boat at the top of the wave. Even with the couple of minor cracks, that upwards force must've ensured our boat could surf instead of sink."
