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With a helpful tip from a local root-digger, Fred had been able to find a
well-used goblin trail that wound it's way through the firs and
evergreens and up the lofty hill. This same root-digger had advised he
take a wade in the river before braving the climb, as the monsters who
made that great mound of rocky earth ther home had keen noses and were
fond of human flesh. Fred had thought the grimy little peasant ought to
take his own advise and had bid him a good day, tossing him a few silvers
and telling him to get a shave. Fred had hardly undertaken the trek when a great thunderhead came rolling in from the west, rumbling ominously. He quickly made for a flowery little meadow to the side of the trail and began to unpack the various items in his picnic basket. Within moments his blanket was spread accross the turf, covered with the essentials of any good picnic. Namely, a large cask of beer and a can of beans. Well, actually that was all there was. Fred had hardly finished the cask when he was assaulted by a little green man garbed in pelts, a tiny set of antlers arranged on it's head. The being descended from the low branch of a nearby tree, casting a long spear right at Fred's midsection. The ambush took him by surprise, and he reacted too late. The spear struck him in the chest, but bounced off of his armor harmlessly. Fred had hardly recovered from this initial attack when a volley of pointy rocks and even pointier metal darts came raining down from the trees overhead!A sharp, piercing screech that sounded as if it was some kind of war cry rang through the air. Fred retreated further into the forest, shielding his head as he blindly ran through the dense underbrush. A horn sounded from behind, and moments later similar horns sounded from all around him. He soon came to an area of low growth and scrub-oak, and he felt even more vulnerable than he had in the forest below.
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