As we came across goblin after goblin
I took it upon myself to interrogate them
WHAT TERRORS LIE BELOW?
But the goblins, ever dumb, attacked me
And i was forced to dispatch them with a quick blow to their heads
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By now, we were deep. My fellows were cold and hungry
And scared
With good reason, for did I not also feel the cold finger of Death toying at my soul?
I handed out more of the stipend and booze to bolster their spirits.
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Down, down we went
Through the twisting maze of that accursed hole.
Blood stained the walls like a repugnant slime.
It was true, I knew in my bones
The goblin king had awoken something foul,
Some preternatural horror of the lower planes
A big can of worms, so to speak...
I was beginning to ask questions,
and that was bad.
For if there are two things I hate,
it is questions, and it is worms.