B27.
This is part of the #Dungeon23 challenge in which you make one room to a dungeon every day for a year. In an effort to link my memories to the creation, I am also writing a personal journal entry with each room that may or may not be related.
You don’t have to read that part.
B27.
The double doors are barricaded from the outside, and is guarded by goblins from B1.
One would need to be pretty crafty to get to B27, or just have saved Nurblik from A24. He’s the son of the chieftain of the Riglum tribe Turglik.
Turglik
Terribly jealous of Griblug, the previous Chief, from B11. Even though he fears Griblug and believes he will merge with all of Chaos, Turglik doesn’t believe this will do a damn thing for him and his tribe.
Misses Nurdleen, who is the leader of the Ashfoot and his former litter mate. Goblins don’t procreate like humans, but sometimes form obsessive toxic relationships with other goblins born from the same human “sack.” Nurdleen and Turglik disagreed on which direction their unified tribe should go. Turglik wants to go up, Nurdleen wants to stay and fight the creatures below.
Angry at, but cares deeply for, his son Nurblik who disobeyed his orders. When a goblin is sewn up inside a human sack, the resulting litter is considered the goblin’s children. Nurblik is the last of Turglik’s litter. Nurdleen sewed Turglik in the sack that produced Nurblik. Awwwwww.
So there’s a lot going on here. There are maybe two dozen Riglum goblins here. They’re cooking and hunting for Griblug, which is preoccupying them from forming a good plan to take on the Necromancer Zoltux.
To the north is a passage that can take you down to the lower levels. A goblin hunting party has been down there for a day looking for food. Hope they’re okay.
A few different ways one can navigate the situation. Kill ‘em all. Negotiate. Lie your ass off. Up to you.
But remember - if you’re Lawful - you’re gonna want to smite these fucking things eventually. They may seem like a cute mess you can fix, but they will disembowel you and make babies in your insides. I mean the human sack that Nurblik was born in was once a little blind girl named Tina. She was 9.
Just kidding.
But seriously - Tina never hurt anyone.
No really, I’m just joking.
I mean, I wish I was joking. Tina was a good kid and would hold her older sister’s hand as they went down to the river to wash clothes. She always filled the town with such joy. Johann The Baker in town used to call her “Blind Ass Tina, That Little Blind Kid From Down the Way.” And now she’s “Dead Ass Tina That Little Sack of Goblins.”
You get the point.
No Blind Ass Tina! Don’t go that way! There’s goblins down there!
2/27/23
Okay. I’ll admit. Goblin biology is…complicated. I think. Maybe I’m not good at wording it. I think it’s simple, but then I read it and I go… what the fuck is this?
But, it’s fantasy, and I never said I was in the business of making sense of science.
I’m making magic, bro.
I hope that sounded as pompous at it felt in my heart. Sometimes it feels good to be pompous. One can only self-deprecate for so much of the day. Sometimes you need to just say “I’m dope as hell.” Or, I do anyway.
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One more day and we’re on to the caves below. I gotta come up with a new name for the Pig Men Monsters.
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Shout out to Blind Ass Tina, the realest one in the room.
See you tomorrow.
-jae
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