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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It was raining when the team reached port in Cantia. The crystal-clear drops chilled the bald heads of the goblin crew. Colb put on his chef's hat, and Drek pulled up his hood to keep dry.
"AaAaaaaahhhh, the Human Empire!" 27 announced to the team as Stibs hobbled off the boat with an arm supported by Drek. "I have not been in a human city before, no I have not," 27 continued. The goblins surveyed the streets, which were paved in bismuthslate: a common stone, smooth and black in color, with natural rainbow designs subtly etched into it – a feature which could only be seen when sunlight bounced off it at a particular angle. The buildings of this town stood in all shapes and sizes, yet were uniform in their material – mapleoak wood, in this case – and had been built along a precise grid-like street layout.
The wet roads were empty, save for a couple human guards standing in the rain. The guards wore chainmail armor, and were equipped with sheathed metal swords. Their pale faces were mostly hairless, save for puffs of brown or black hair on the tops of their heads. They had smooth, rounded ears, and both stood between 5 and 6 feet tall.
Colb looked back at the two dwarven sailors, who were hesitating to unload their boxes. The chef goblin tilted his head inquisitively at the ship's captain.
"We're not going to unload until the rain's gone," he said. "You four are free to go wherever you'd like, but the two of us are going to wait out the weather for now." The captain then saluted goodbye, and head below-deck.
"Farewell," the second dwarf said. "Tell your friend thanks again for catching me." The sailor then followed his captain down the boat's stairs.
"Hmmm," Colb said, dismounting the ship and catching up with the goblin crew. "The dwarves are waiting out the rain, yes? I don't think we should wait so long, though, since Stibs needs medical supplies as soon as possible, yes?"
"I... I am not sure where to find merchant amongst these large creatures, no I am not," 27 muttered. He looked over at the two human guards, standing taught in the rain with weapons at their sides.
"Hmmm... let's just try random buildings, yes?" Colb pitched. "If something goes wrong, we can just run away, yes?"
"MMmMmmmm, I guess that's better than doing nothing, yes it is," 27 agreed with a shrug. The noble then pulled the Yiklar Folding Cabin doorknob out from his pocket, and tossed it to Drek. "MMmMmmmm, I need to make money somehow, and then Colb needs to find medical supplies, so why don't you two set up camp in nearby forest while we explore Cantia?" 27 pitched.
Drek nodded in agreement, still supporting Stibs by his left arm as he caught the Yiklar Folding Cabin doorknob. The old goblin silently grit his teeth. Try as he might to look tough, Colb could tell his eyepatched companion was struggling to withstand the immense pain coming from his leg.
While Drek and Stibs set off to build a campsite, 27 and Colb trotted towards the nearest human-made structure. "Hmmm, instead of random buildings, we could also ask those humans for directions, yes?" Colb questioned as his wet chef's hat began to sag over his face. He pointed at the chainmail-wearing guards standing in the rain.
