"Calm down, Squealy Nord, we's am your friends. Remember," Moggy coos to the porcine creature.
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Moggy helps Reta calm down the frightened pig. Reta climbs across his back, and waves to the others. Squealy Nord is none too happy about having a passenger, but he doesn't kick or turn or try to roll Reta off.
Above the quiet of the burning farmhouse you hear some chickens squawking on the north side of the farm. Except for the occasional crack of wood from the flames, all else is quiet.
Reta suddenly stops riding among the burning wreckage of the of the farm. She looks at the rest of the group with a all-together puzzled look upon her face.
UH, WHAT DID WE SUPOSED TO DO AGAIN?
Poog stares at the tied up pig, confused by his own success.
What I do with not dead pig? Um I think we supposed to kill stuff Reta.
"Let's let Squealy Nord and his girlfriend come back to tribe. If gets crazy, we can always eat them. Or let Poog ride them."
Princess Piggy stuggles against her ropes, biting at anyone who comes near.
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The thought of leaving Princess and her gourd of fire burping behind (how un-goblin-like!) is too much for Poog, and he detaches the brew before departing, and hides it in one of his many pockets. Surely, such holy fire must be used for the praise of Zarongel.
The four heroes march back to the Birdcruncher village. Chuffy takes his place as chief, although Reta steals the show a bit with her triumphal entry. Tales of their exploits are told throughout the goblin village of fireballs and how they slew giants against all odds, and ripped down tall buildings with their bare hands. Many a goblin song was crafted in praise.
"Chuffy!
The chief they call Chuffy!
He burned down the rich and he took from the ogre.
Stood up to the owlbear and he gave him what for.
Our praise for him now, it ain't hard or fluffy,
The Birdcruncher heroes: Mogmurch, Poog, Reta those three and Chuffy"
As the furor died down over the following days, someone eventually asks what treasure was recovered. Such a great ogre must have had trophies, yet all these "chiefs" came back with was a pig they wouldn't let anyone eat.
Weeks later, an expedition is dispatched, but returns to report that any useful items were already taken by scavengers. Their most interesting find was a clutch of owlbear eggs, partially crushed—yet partially protected—by the collapsed floor.
Oh, the fun that could be had if those had been recovered! (If they'd known, the humans in the area would be grateful. Imagine the chaos goblins would cause with half-a-dozen owlbears!) Unfortunately, scavengers have eaten the few surviving eggs.
The chiefs enjoy their rule. Until they realize it's really more about settling arguments about who stole (and ate) who's leeches, and organizing raids they don't get to go on. Wise Mummy Sprattleharsh solves most problems, but disappears a month or so later when trying to take care of a troublesome harpy.
So, the chiefs set the village to the task of finding them some adventure.
"We be chiefs, but we get bored.
Want adventure! Want a hoard!
Make one happen, or you'll pay.
Bring us treasure! Go! Obey!"