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At last, thought Holgrim, the lost fortress of Battlehands was in
sight. Long had the party cut their way through the jungle. They
carried heavy loads on their backs as the native bearers had fled
after the first kobold attack. A setback, no matter how great, would
never hinder Holgrim's will. Long had he planned this expedition,
with every precaution marked and taken twice.
Key to the leader's efforts to reach the lost citadel was his team, a
group of chosen adventurers whose keen skills would overcome any
obstacle. First there was Bull, a massive warrior from the wastes of
the west, his wide chest bearing the scars of many battles. Then
there was Slendara, a beautiful elf maiden and archer who could shoot
a coin in half from a league away. Finally there was cautious
Thomson, a thief from the capital city who never acted without careful
thought.
A huge mountain of stone jutted up out of the mossy jungle floor It
was carved into an enormous statue of a dwarf blowing a massive bugle.
The entrance lay between the statue's feet. Thomson approached his
master.
"We must take care, as dwarves are wont to guard the entrances of
their dwellings with all manner of deadly traps," said the burglar.
As the leader considered the advice, a commotion could be heard in the
trees behind. A furious scraping and rustling came from the jungle
mixed with the yipping yaps of a hundred evil throats. "Kobolds!"
cried Slendara. A crude arrow slammed into the tree beside Holgrim's
head. The enemy were too many, their attacks growing in strength with
every foray.
As Thomson pulled on his master's coat tails, pointing toward the
mountain, the fighters stood their ground. Bull let up a terrifying
warrior yalp, smacking arrows out of the sky with his great axe.
Slendara notched arrow after arrow in rapid fire succession, hitting a
kobold between the eyes with every shot. Holgrim drew his sword, a
blade etched with the runes of his people, and prepared for mortal
combat.
"We must withdraw to the fortress," cried Thomson. "It is our only chance!"
"Silence," said Holgrim. "Now is the time to fight."
A crash echoed from the jungle. The kobolds made way for the huge
monster that emerged from the shadows. It was a giant sloth, at least
ten spans high, twenty when it reared back on its hind legs to release
a horrible roar. On its back rode the kobold chief, decked out in
bones and leather. Instantly, Holgrim regretted his hasty words to
the thief. Now was clearly the time to run.