Preamble
Whilst one group of Hero's languish in the care of the great hospital of Vayham our tale returns to another currently waiting on the edge of a cultivated wood looking down hill at the ruins of a burned out farm and its surrounding fields and a goblin camp huddled behind a crude low stockade fence where a company of up till now unaware goblins rest form their labours in besieging the town.
In the cellar of that ruined farm hide a pair of humans a young priest if the caregiver, sent down from the temple in Neffaria in the north and a up till recently sore wounded house guard of one of the northern land holders who was rescued from under his slain horse by the priest the day after that fateful night when the goblins over ran the north of Vayham county and nursed back to health with the caregivers magic.
Whilst in the root cellar an eager young gnome from the far north sleeps of the fatigue of the one Gnome war he has been waging against the goblins since he crossed the border from Neffaria county and found the lands to the south plagued with the creatures. not entirely unlike home though in the gnome holds the goblins where never about in these numbers no as brazen.
However our resting travellers are not alone at the farm it would seem......
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