*Excerpt from Fox's weathered and leathered book
As the others dispatch of the Dire Bears I spot a figure off towards the base of the hill. Moving silently I get closer for a better look. A small cross eyed goblin peers out towards the battle. His nostrils flare as his head twitches in my direction. I feel that it is now time to have some fun.
I pull my hood up over my head. Now there is nothing but shadow covering my face. Quickly and quietly I outflank and route in behind the creature. I rise up behind him like a shadow of death.
"You!" I hissed.
He spun around snarling ready to attack. As his small brain processed me to be the assassin and his anger slumped into fear.
"Go ahead and attack," I pointed out towards the howling and yelling.
The creature nodded and took off. In the distance I could hear his footsteps slow to one crunch at a time. I closed my eyes and counted to ten. At that moment the warm wet slop of Goblin spatter rained down upon me. I step forward and notify the party that I am not to be added to the body count.
Notes to self:
1. Disguises can be fun and effective
2. Goblins are equal to a in mental capacity to a 3DUB
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