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 morning arrived, the goblin crew's excitement to finish their quest came mixed with anxiety about facing the threatening howls outside. Colb went straight to the kitchen after he woke up, cooking a meal to calm his nerves. Stibs sat in the center of the dance floor, drawing out a combat plan with some ink and an old sheet of paper. 27 danced next to him – although the disco ball was turned off – getting out his last-minute jitters like Colb.
"Hurmph! What equipment do we all have?" Stibs asked the room. "It'll be easier to make a plan if I can see everything available to us." The old goblin started a pile on the dance floor next to himself with his blowgun, his Yiklar Blowgun Darts of Freezing, and his Yiklar Shield of Reflecting.
Colb paused his meal-making process in the kitchen, and walked over to toss his Yiklar Wand of Rainfall, the shield he'd gotten from Skaal, and the healing potion he'd made back at Vitra's Labinto the mix. "Hmmm, I'm wearing this too, yes?" he added, gesturing to his leather armor.
"Hmmm, I also have this," Colb said, placing a telescope into the pile. "Borin gave it to me, yes? It's what we used to spot that camouflaged octopusduck in the sea, back on the pirate ship."
He put his hands in his pockets, feeling around. "Hmmm, and one silvopper coin. I found it in a fountain, back in Cantia with 27. I'm not sure why, but I suppose I've been holding onto it all this time for good luck, yes?"
"Hurmph... this is some good stuff," Stibs grumbled, looking over the supplies. He didn't seem particularly interested in the silvopper coin, so Colb kept it in his pocket.
"AaAaaaaahhhh, and I havethe Yiklar Spear of Irreversible Death," 27 threw in. "I've got my Yiklar Bag of Traveling Inventory as well, yes I do, in case we want to buy something?"
"Rrghegh... bow and arrow..." Drek mumbled from his beanbag chair.
"I just have myself," Kashmir muttered from the living room. She was sitting cross-legged on the couch, with the tip of her head touching the cabin's goblin-height ceiling.
"Hurmph, alright," Stibs muttered, looking over the team's assets. "We should buy something from 27, perhaps an item to help protect whoever holds the spear. Another shield, maybe."
"AaAaaaaahhhh, buying something sounds like most excellent idea!" 27 cheered.
"Hurmph, Drek? Don't you have a treasure chest of money somewhere around here?" Stibs inquired.
The goblins looked over at Drek, who hadn't moved from his spot on the beanbag chair. "...NO," he grumbled. "Rrghegh... all funds were used up to make crown," he clarified.
"Hurmph, I specifically recall helping you carry that treasure chest back to the pirate ship after your crown was already made," Stibs countered. "There were definitely some coins left in it."
"Rrghegh... fine, fine," Drek admitted. The goblin flopped onto the ground, then pulled his treasure chest out from behind the beanbag chair. "You have to buy something for me," he grumbled, pulling out a small handful of iridhodium coins. He slid them towards the dance floor, then closed his chest and hopped back into the beanbag chair.
