The Quest for the Golden Egg
“Theees weee” Grizzle moaned, leading the way. The cohort couldn’t describe or explain Grizzle’s navigation process, and they didn’t need to understand, only trust that it would work.
The group followed him through the woods—he’d stop to sniff the path or lick a tree or listen really intently to Thlothus’ stomach growling. Grizzle pulled out a map and started to do finger math, very obviously got confused and needed to start over—kind of just looks like he’s counting and losing count.
“Theeeeeev you moost speeeen AH-rooned” Grizzle groaned, Thlothus doesn’t hesitate and starts spinning, laughing until he coughs. “BahahahGahahajahkhagoughgough”
Grizzle starts roaring, “Eeveeree oon kAHl Gloobgoor HYEELP!”
All the goblins began yelling out into the forest, “Gloobgoor! Hyeelp!”
They called out while they roamed the forest.
“Shhhhh listen for that bastards fucking dong-fin pucker-fucker shit sucker-punched Glugubrius’s sounds. Do you hear that?” The goblin said. “Lithen for Glugubrius thounth” Thive added. “If Glugubrius heard our goblin sounds then we should hear Glugubrius sounds.” Thlothus responded. “Yeesh” Grizzle confirmed.
The walking stopped when Thive called out, “Lithen! There! Thudding of Glugubrius.”
A creature with legs like wet clay and arms like dough being stretched by gravity emerged.
His eyes were deep-set and were burgundy red apart from his pupils.
His blue skin was both greasy and coarse.
He wore a brown rag as a loincloth and his pimples and ingrown hairs gave his chin a goatee of texture.
He had a few gray hairs growing from his bald head — they stuck up but disappeared into the background unless hit by light.
His chin isn’t the only part of his body where pimples and ingrown hairs could be found — but his shoulders and forearms too, and obviously his back and balls.
Jumping around him honking is a lively goose wearing a lay of yellow, blue, and green flowers.
“Goblins! I heard a fearful cry for help and came thudding.” he said with worry in his voice.
Thlothus walked up and said, “No fear — just wanted to summon you.”
“Oh okay glad you’re not in danger.” Glugubrius responded.
Thive jumped in with, “Dang her? I hardly even knew her!” Glugubrius, amused, responded to the little goblin, “Haha good one Thive. Hey Grizzle, long time no see. How’ve you been?”
Grizzle responded uncharacteristically coherently, “Up and down.” and Glugubrius said, “I get that. Do y’all want to come visit my shack?”
ACT I — THE GOBLIN 