The goblins that ran off to scavenge come back carrying pieces of the wagon, pieces of the mule, and one of them is waving a piece of paper that is very very sparkly. He gives it to Loptop.
"Good job!" she says. "You goblins now, Nasty Grammel will heal you. Time to rest."
A few hours later, word spreads of a meeting in Chief Gutwad's moot house and the entire village gathers in the sagging, smoke-filled hut.
The moot house is stacked high with jars of strange, fuzzy creatures preserved in pickle brine, and the skinned hides of anything else too large for even the mightiest jar. The chief holds up a single hand, a human's by the look of it, from atop his tall chair which silences the goblin horde.
All the goblins know that His Mighty Girthness Chief Rendwattle Gutward is a goblin of such remarkableness that the mere sound of his voice has driven goblins to madness or made heads explode. Therefore, his faithful advisor Slorb speaks on the Chief's behalf.
"Our new goblin heroes have defeated an elfy one who was carrying horrible, horrible news. The stranger has brought horrible, horrible words into our swamp. Extra-horrible words! Because these words sparkle. Maybe they be magic words. Maybe even worse magic than regular words. The stranger also had a map, and Chief Gutwad knows from looking at the map that this is clearly where the longshanks MAKE their terrible sparkly words! They be planning smoething bad."
"But we be goblins! We be the baddest things! Licktoads will march on longshanks word-makers and smash everything!"
"Light the fire! Sharpen blade! We be goblins! We make raid!"
The village flies into a frenzy, and you all run off into the swamp.
The light forest and overgrown field give way to a rundown little farm bustling with activity. Colorful paper and cloth hang from the barn and house, and tables loaded with food and drink are scattered across the yard. In the center of it all stands a cake that rises nearly two goblins tall and drips with icing and custard. A few slices have already been removed, revealing an interior that looks moist and delicious.
Numerous hairy non-goblins only a little taller than goblins are all over paying attention to a smiling well-dressed couple who hoard a pile of sparkly boxes and bows. Amid the short non-goblins are two tall non-goblins, one dressed in armor and carrying a blade and the other wearing a nice dress and scowling from behind some sort of terrifying, painted-on mask. A noisy little dog trots along at her side.
There is also a barn, a fenced off area with animals in it, a house, a small building next to the house, and a building next to a river.
Everyone regains all HP and is healed of all ability score damage.
Go ahead and regain any used spells too, it'll help keep you from dying.
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