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 sun rose over Jaiphione's Crescent, Colb, 27, and Drek stepped out of the Yiklar Folding Cabin. "Hurmph, so you're finally awake?" Stibs asked the crew.
The goblins looked up. Before them stood Kashmir and Stibs. Kashmir was toying with a small chunk of ice, watching with mild amusement as a cloudy mist flowed off it in response to her touch. Stibs was proudly hoisting a sail, skipping as he did so to demonstrate the wide range of motion his newly healed leg could perform.
"AaAaaaaahhhh, I see you two are up early! This I like to see, yes I do," 27 cheered. "Stibs, are you looking to be ship captain once more?"
"Hurmph, I sure am," Stibs replied, hopping up and down a little bit as he spoke. "If you three got up a little earlier, we'd already be well on our way!"
"Rrghegh, we get it, your leg's better and you feel great," Drek grumbled. "Doesn't mean I have to get up before sun does."
"Hmmm, we're up now, yes?" Colb threw in. "Ready to set sail!"
"Hurmph, well hold on," Stibs said, tying up a rope and approaching the goblin trio. "I would like to first make an announcement."
The old goblin signed, patting the side of the pirate ship. "Hurmph, this is our third time at sea together. As an experienced sailor, I would like to make one thing clear: usually, when you sail somewhere, the boat you leave on makesit to your destination along with you. Oddly, this has not been the case in any of our previous excursions. As elected captain of this ship, I say that's unacceptable."
27 raised his hand. "Hurmph, what, 27? You have a question?"
"MMmMmmmm, yes I do," the noble replied. "I noticed that every boat we've used so far, including today, was not Yiklar-made. Thus, we could not – and still cannot – be assured to have a boat of highest and most flawless of quality."
"Hurmph, are you calling the boat I made in two hours to be of low quality?" Stibs asked.
"Nononononono," 27 replied, "I am not! Although it did stink very fast due to fairly mild trauma, I would never suggest such a thing, no I would not. I am simply pointing out that Yiklar-made goods are very high of quality, and to lack goods of such high quality is a risk we all must assume, yes it is."
Colb gave a small round-of-applause to the noble's well-put point. "Hurmph, alright, whatever. The boat we have now is, admittedly, the nicest one we've had so far. Let's just make sure that we sail to the Frosted Wastes without a problem. We're going to travel northeast until we're over the tip of elf territory, and then we're going to go straight east until we hit snowy land. We're not stopping in the Elvish Kingdom..."
"Woo!" Kashmir interjected from where she was sitting on the main deck.
Stibs continued, "...and we're not letting anyone, or anything, board this ship. This is a clear-cut journey: we go to the Frosted Wastes, and we avoid everything that is not the Frosted Wastes." The crew nodded with understanding.
