After succesfully flushing out an entire cave full of malicious, and repulsive monsters, even by goblin standards!
Quenir,(adventurer's name) had much to thank for her goblin companion Aslot, whom melted away all of her previous stereotypes of this dark race. Who single handedly defeated "Ithbidamar" the iron giant with one swift strike with his pike "Murderstrike", than aided Quenir with the Giant "Unlo", and even saving Quenir when two trolls had disarmed Quenir, and placed a firm choke hold around her neck. Though before leaving it was unclear as to why Aslot left his spear the "MurderStrike" behind when a troll sprained his wrist, but much was still to uncover from this strange race to one of it's newest citizens.
After promptly leaving when no more law less entites were left in the cave the two adventurers were ambushed by a large group of wolfs! Seven to be exact.
Quenir quickly sliced the closests wolf in half, sending parts of it's inards sailing to the east. Aslot prompted his two arms up, and began bashing any wolf that beared it's teeth to him. More wolf gore was flown into the air. It seemed like any ordinary victory when, HORROR! A wolf placed a lucky firm latch upon Aslot's throat. Aslot quickly, and vainly tried to dislodge the wolf from his small neck, but the wolf suceeded in doing so first. The unfamiliar sound of something other than wolf flesh being ripped off surprises Quenir, who whrils around to her companion after slaying all of her beastrial opponents. Quenir watchs as the wolf jumps back from Aslots,than landing firmly on the ground. The lucky wolf spits out Aslot's flesh, than snaps, and licks it's chops, the wolf enjoyed the taste of the goblin's blood. Quenir runs over to the wolf, and decapitates it's head. The battle won, but a friend mortally wounded.
The two travel back to their new home. Quenir sees her companion has not much to live, and decides to make sure his last few minutes are comftorable. Quenir talks to Aslot whom tells her of his family, home, and regions that surround his fort, as if nothing is troubling him.
The two travel to a more remote area, and Quenir watchs as Aslot looses the last of his precious life giving blood. Aslot falls prone into a pool of his own blood, Quenir picks up his small corpses, and creates a tomb in where she, and he fought the many named beasts.