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An unburned torch that hadn't been waterlogged...that was a fortunate find. As usual, Toruuk's amazing sense of direction had led them to amazingly good fortune. This was only a sign of more good things to come, to be sure.
The minotaur scanned the room, seeing the same discarded gear and heraldry that his roguish friend had.
"This could o' been a damn tool shed or a shit house for all I know. Elves are always so damn immaculate with everything."
Far more eye catching than any of the junk that was scattered about in the foyer was a flight of stairs at the back of the room, headed upwards. Now that was a good sign. Progress was progress, and as the old saying went, there was "nowhere to go but up!"
Toruuk beckoned his companion along and trotted towards the stairs.
"Heh, betcha this Bambalam thing is at the top! Let's get movin'!"
The bull started charging up the stairs, stopping on each flight to peak into each room momentarily. *STOMP STOMP STOMP*
Empty
*STOMP STOMP STOMP*
Nope
*STOMP STOMP STOMP*
Nuh-uh
*STOMP STOMP STOMP*
Not--wuh oh.
The room was filled with a constant, soft buzzing, a quiet cacophony of sawing logs. The whole room, probably ten stories up, was filled with snoring goblins. Toruuk wasn't particularly surprised to see them all clustered about in their little sleeping piles, no, what was truly shocking was that he hadn't managed to wake them all up in his raucous charge up the stairs.
"Uhhh...hey, Em," He sort of whisper-yelled back down the stairs. "We got a swarm of little nappers in here."
The minotaur scanned the room, seeing the same discarded gear and heraldry that his roguish friend had.
He snorted loudly."Y'think this was some sorta guard tower?"
"This could o' been a damn tool shed or a shit house for all I know. Elves are always so damn immaculate with everything."
Far more eye catching than any of the junk that was scattered about in the foyer was a flight of stairs at the back of the room, headed upwards. Now that was a good sign. Progress was progress, and as the old saying went, there was "nowhere to go but up!"
Toruuk beckoned his companion along and trotted towards the stairs.
"Heh, betcha this Bambalam thing is at the top! Let's get movin'!"
The bull started charging up the stairs, stopping on each flight to peak into each room momentarily. *STOMP STOMP STOMP*
Empty
*STOMP STOMP STOMP*
Nope
*STOMP STOMP STOMP*
Nuh-uh
*STOMP STOMP STOMP*
Not--wuh oh.
The room was filled with a constant, soft buzzing, a quiet cacophony of sawing logs. The whole room, probably ten stories up, was filled with snoring goblins. Toruuk wasn't particularly surprised to see them all clustered about in their little sleeping piles, no, what was truly shocking was that he hadn't managed to wake them all up in his raucous charge up the stairs.
"Uhhh...hey, Em," He sort of whisper-yelled back down the stairs. "We got a swarm of little nappers in here."