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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As the goblin crew started trotting in the direction of Bellra, Colb looked back at the dwarven army. They were marching eastward – back to the temporary civilian campsite – with Leader Glazeanvil held high upon their shoulders in a parade of gratitude. A few squadrons trailed at the end of this display, working together to transport their wounded and fallen at a more leisurely pace.
The general mood of the dwarves seemed overwhelmingly upbeat due to their victory, however Colb could not help but feel uneasy seeing the charred remains of the few that had been blasted by chunks of lava during the battle.
"Hmmm, this has gotten little too real for me, yes?" Colb muttered as he trotted in a different direction, with his friends.
"Rrghegh," Drek replied gruffly, "this is way of survival. Stop thinking like medic and start thinking like soldier. We won."
"Hmmm, I guess so," Colb responded, twiddling a wand between his thumbs. The chef goblin looked down at the cool blue object held by his gnarly fingers. It was a leftover Yiklar Wand of Rainfall he'd found on the ground of the battlefield, which seemed worth keeping.
Colb then glanced over at Stibs, who had his new blowgun kit strapped to his belt, and new mirror-like shield strapped to his back. "Do you think we will be fighting more things during this journey, hmmm?" Colb asked the group.
"Hurmph, it's a long way to Wealth Mountain from Bellra," Stibs replied, pulling out his Yiklar Map of Finding Location to show Colb. "There could be anything in our way. We need to keep our guards up."
"Hmmm," Colb replied solemnly, his voice a bit quieter than usual.
After some more walking, with Drek and Stibs lighting torches to illuminate their hike as the night darkened, the goblin crew eventually came upon a flat, open area.
27 pulled the brown doorknob out from his pocket, to which the other three goblins nodded in immediate silent agreement. And so, while the dwarves likely threw a party in the campsite they'd backtracked to, the goblins silently enjoyed a bag of dead toadroaches together in their Yiklar Folding Cabin, then peacefully succumbed to a little well-deserved rest.
In the morning, Colb awoke to see that Stibs had been awake for some time. The old goblin had gotten up early to forage outside the cabin, and had returned with a bundle of wild rosemushrooms before Colb had even opened his eyes. Once the chef goblin was up, he sautéed the squishy plantfungi in some grapeolive oil from 27's kitchen cabinet, then served them to the others for breakfast.
As the goblins finished up their meal, they heard the dwarven army marching nearby. "Hurmph, I guess they got an early start," Stibs mumbled. "Shall we join them?"
27 and Colb exchanged a glance. "MMmMmmmm, I guess we could?" 27 said.
"Hmmm, Leader Glazeanvil figured out we're responsible for the coralwhale, yes?" Colb informed the team. "Hmmm, but Sunbolt said we should be safe, since we redeemed ourselves with the summer antlizard, yes? Hmmm, even still, I'm not sure we should risk joining them."
