The scouting was going well. It was realtively easy work, sitting back on Manylegs’ chitinous shell while Floglorp guided their centipede steed through the forest’s undergrowth.
They’d scouted near the pink-skin’s strangely shaped huts and across their growing mud. Their defenses seemed weak, and Chieftan Rrrobtob would be able to easily demand tribute from them. Surely Floglorp and Globlurg would do well to get a little tribute for themselves before they reported back to the camp.
“Hey, Floglorp!” the archer croaked, “Lets grab a couple pink-skins for warm tummys and showing of trophy time.”
“Quiet tadpole!” barked Floglorp over his shoulder, “Its the lancer’s job to guide the scouting party, and I say we should grab some pink-skins for the eatings and trophy time! You just do the shoot bow and writing mud!”
Globlurg smirked at Floglorp’s back. He was such a great lancer; aggressive, strong, and easily manipulated.
Floglorp continued to guide Manylegs through the forest, while Globlurg napped. He was supposed to be keeping watch, but why? No elf or forest ogre would dare confront them! They were bullywug! They were mighty! Floglorp reigned in sharply and Globlurg lurched fully alert.
“Look! Pink yummy!” The lancer guided their massive centipede over and down a ridge of broken rock down into a ravine. Globlurg, at the back of their steed was still ten feet away from the edge of the ravine and had no idea yet what his companion had spied. But readied his bow in anticipation.
With a war whoop, the lancer moved to engage a small group of travellers. Globlurg briefly wondered if it might have been easier to threaten them for tribute instead, but no matter. They were bullywug! They were mighty! He looked at their victims with growing excitement.
Yes! A couple of small young ones with a parent! Some metal clank walker was there to guard them, but they could easily take down the parent before it could react. They’d easily rip this group to pieces.
Manylegs snapped at an unarmoured traveller and Floglorp poked at it with his spear but it nimbly jumped out of the way. It seemed unafraid, spinning a stick of wood in response. Gloglurg shot his bow at the boy-thing, hitting it in the shoulder next to its hairy beard face. Beard face? Oh it was a gnome! Tasty! Suddenly a mound of earth appeared before the gnome, blocking it from view and giving it cover from further attacks.
The girl child was wearing metal armor and that was strange. She was not a child but a halfling! Oh soooooo tasty! But it seemed like she and the bigger one with the stick were keeping Manylegs and Floglorp busy with a flurry of attacks. The crafty archer had second thoughts, and looked longingly at the ridge behind him.
Mighty Floglorp was rising to the challenge! He pierced the man through its chest and into the ground, leaving it clearly near death. They would win! They were mighty! Globlurg had third thoughts and shot arrows at his enemies!
But the tide of battle turned once more. The halfling yanked hard on her whip, wrapped around Floglorp’s neck; yanking him from his saddle and tumbling to the ground. He landed hard, with his head tilted at an improbable angle. The metal clank-thing had joined the battle and was kneeling next to the man on the ground with glowing metal hands. A metal clank shaman? What was that thing?
A chilling ghostly hand lashed at him from the spirit world! Ach! Ghosts too?!? That gnome was cackling with glee and probably making obscene gestures at him. Or maybe doing more gnome magics. Globlurg had fourth thoughts about this fight. And fifth and sixth ones too. All thoughts were the same! Get away away away!
Globlurg jumped up onto the ridge behind him, leaving the now dead centipede behind as well.
“Bad idea Floglorp! Bad idea! No hunt pink skin, should just headed back to camp like I said!”
Globlurg felt a sharp lash as the halfling’s whip tangled around his fat neck.
“Florgrmph” he cried as it suddenly….