
Terquem |
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In the town square of Sandpoint
“You can’t be serious!” the woman said as she hurried across the square at once fastening the buckles of her armor while she made a mental note of the newly arrived ‘adventuring’ types lingering about.
“I’m afraid it’s true,” the short human wizard stated flatly, as he tried to match her half-elven stride. “Yesterday was the last day of the annual Goblin Surf Championships, both long board and body board finals, there are estimates that approximately three hundred or more goblins from nineteen tribes were present on the beach when a storm surge struck just after midday. The tsunami swept all of them out to sea. Shortly after the clouds broke and the rain stopped a funnel cloud was seen forming three miles out, and it is headed toward Sandpoint. We have only a few minutes to prepare.”
“Has this ever happened before? Is there any record of this in Sandpoint’s history? What did they do in the past?
“We haven’t had time to check back very far, but a similar event occurred sixty two years ago.”
“And,” she said as she came to a stop in front of the tavern where most of the sell swords had gathered.
“Well, actually that time it was Kobolds, and, well, the tornado formed just east of town, and most of the Kobolds were dropped at sea. There wasn’t much more written than that. This is different. The people of town are already naming it.”
“Naming it, what are they naming it?”
“Well, Miss, they are, ahem, they are calling it the Goblinado. Ah, now come on, don’t laugh, they are fond of that name. People are packing lunches and heading into the hills and taking bets on how many of them will fall on Old Man Peabody’s new barn.”
“Goblinado, really, Goblinado?”
“It’s kind of catchy, isn’t it?”
“I only wish I’d thought of it first.”

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