On a 7-9, you find a girl, but there’s trouble!

Shiloh doesn’t make it very far before he hears the sound of rustling grass behind him. He can’t help but think on how badly he must have fumbled his perception roll to not notice the group that is now charging towards him, shouting and hollering as they go.

He doesn’t manage to get a good look at the group before he is tackled to the ground and pinned beneath the weight of a great brown wolf. Swallowing, he stares up at the canine, its teeth bared and slobber slowly dripping down onto his face.

He hears the sounds of light foot steps crushing the grass and as the wolf pulls back he gets to see his attackers.

Four green girls surround him, each clad in leather skirts and chest wrappings and nothing else. There skin is close to the color of the grass and their eyes, much larger than what would be normal for a human, are a yellowish amber color. Three of them have darker green hair, cut short in a kind of haphazard pixie cut while the last has black hair tied in a ponytail. Their ears are pointed and one of the green haired girls seems to have had a bite taken out of it.

The girls, who must only be three to four feet tall, begin conversing rapidly in some foreign language, shouting at one another in excited tones as they practically bounce with barely contained energy. Shiloh would think they were children if not for their proportions. Plump rears and large handfuls of breasts as well as the overall proportions of their limbs make them look like full grown women, maybe early twenties, but shorter.

Shiloh can’t help but make a connection between his D&D campaigns and these girls. Short, green, with wolves…these have to be goblins!

Which does not bode well for him. Goblins as a whole tend to be horrible thieves, creatures of chaos and evil. He realizes that he has to get out of this mess somehow.