Even more goblins....

He walked thru a hallway which was like all the other’s dark and narrow. The smell of damp water was predominantly filling his nose, and the sound of water dripping was echoing like a voice shouting next to a ravine.

A spider about five inches was crawling near his feet. He lined up his sword and stabbed the spider killing it. A small black orb merged with John, giving him half a point of Skill ****.

He began killing spiders whenever he saw them, accumulating 6 Skill **** in a matter of minutes. After killing twelve of them, he began to notice that there wasn’t anymore spiders walking near him.

He also began to notice that his health had regenerated and was surprised to find another doorway in front of him.

The door was in horrible condition, there was holes throughout the wood and the nob was completely torn off.

John took a glance inside, he saw two goblins laying down sleeping across the room from each other. He decided to attack the one nearest to him.

He grabbed his sword and dagger and silently crept forward. The goblin began to move, and wake.

John began to get in a running motion when the goblin turned over giving him his back.

He sighed and crept closer. Grabbing his dagger he lined it up to the goblin’s neck, and plunged it into his throat. Its eyes bulged. He twisted his dagger and ripped it out the front of its throat. The creature sagged back, dead. Blood dripped down its neck.

You Learned a new skill “Sneak”.

8 more Skill ****. John crept towards the second goblin.

It rolled over to face him.

Its eyes were open. Their eyes locked for a matter of seconds.

John was the first to move, he began to sprint towards the goblin and in a matter of seconds the goblin jumped up and put its dagger up waiting to defend.

All of a sudden his sword and dagger began to glow black. He swung his sword with all his might, the goblin seeing this tried to the block the attack but instead of the sword hitting his dagger it cleanly chopped off his hand.

Blood began to squirt out the goblin’s hand like a fountain, which resulted in the goblin shouting and placing his other hand on his wrist trying to stop the wound from bleeding.

Seeing an opening John grabbed his dagger and sliced the goblins neck, ending its life.

John's Skill **** dropped by 8 but rose by 10.

He heard shrieks in the distance. A broken english of sort. Some light, some more gruff. He figured that was the goblins language. Taking them on one at a time wasn't too hard, but dealing with multiple foes could be lethal. He scanned the room for any other small rooms and found three small rooms. He ducked into the first room he saw closed the door.

Two human corpses were opened up on the table before him. They'd been sliced into sections and gutted. Innards were collected in sealed jars on nearby shelves. Various sections of legs and hands, packed with salt, were hanging from the ceiling. He grimaced, then ducked behind a few barrels in the back of the room.

The smell was terrible. Sharp, pungent, like vinegar. Pickled feet were floating in the brine. Jesus Christ. He'd almost felt bad about earlier, sneaking up and murdering that goblin, but the feeling was quickly evaporating.

He saw movement through the hole in the door. The dead bodies were shifted and dragged away. There was a heavier grunt. He heard more scampering.

The door to his room creaked open. He crouched low behind the barrels, his sword flat on the floor.

He heard sniffing. Sniffing? Shit. They probably had a great sense of smell.

Footsteps padded closer. The sniffing sound grew louder. Jackson grit his teeth. He felt for the handle of his dagger.

He heard an annoyed grunt; sudden motion away from him. The door to the room opened and shut. John gingerly raised his eyes above the level of the barrel. He was alone.

That made three times lucky. He'd picked the room where the smell was so thick that it couldn't tell him from the rotting corpses. He went up and pressed his eye up to the hole in the door. Luckily all the goblins had ran back to where John last was.

He turned a corner and ducked through another archway. A breeze struck his face. John inhaled deeply. It was sweet and humid. Delicious, wonderful fresh air.

His passage had opened up into a cavern. Blue moonlight shone down through a great hole in the ceiling, illuminating a pond surrounded by moss. A wooden structure was built around the underground oasis, a series of ramps that climbed up through the hole and out to the surface. Thank fucking god.

"Help!"