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Kaldor felt a sharp, sharp sensation in his back foot, he could not be bothered to check who had done it, he assumed it was merely a lucky goblin who had snuck around him. The blackshield closest to Kaldor took great advantage of this moment and hefted it's club high in the air. In one fell swing Kaldor was struck down by the brute. A cheer of celebration spread amongst the goblins, they had lost many of their number and relished in the defeat of their foes. All the goblins were distracted by the mad frenzy of scavenging his weapons and armour. Ofcourse eating the little fellow would follow but his amour was bolted on thick and it took all the goblins to even begin to work out how to get to the good, fleshy bits.
Kraq noticed the party had escaped and grew angry, he let out a spark of fire from his staff, cutting a path through his men to the body. Upon discovering it was not the rohirrim he howled: "DOWN THE PASSAGE!". Most of the goblins continued trying to unbolt the dwarf's armour, to which Kraq simply lifted the dwarf up, dragged him to the window, and threw him out. The large goblin who eanred the kill had taken one of Kaldor's shoulder pads, his helmet, and half of his chest piece, he quickly put them on and scavenged the dwarfs weaponry, naming himself the new champion.
During the frenzy Ragnar and his friend had entered the tunnel and the entrance had mysteriously been blocked off from sight by the 'iron tower' shield Kaldor dropped in the frenzy. Clearly the path being taken was unknown to the goblins yet it was littered with skulls and bones (all goblin). A few meters down lied the skull of a horse, followed by a few other horse bones, all encased in faeces. They were probably Baldr's as they were freshly laid. None of the mist which Kraq evidently fed of lied down here. During their trek through the cave, a vulture had began to follow the party, flying inbetween scrags of rock and undergrowth, it was evidently scouting the party, for what side was unkown yet no goblins had arrived thoughout the entire day-long trek through the caves. Eventually, the light of day shone through the holes of the cave, and the companions were soon drenched in light as they neared the end. Upon exiting they found themselves at the foot of a river. A few barges were tied up and in the short distance a small inn could be seen, one that had somehow survived living in the feet of not only moria but also gundabad AND the grey mountains, what an intriguing sight! The vulture had remained with the companions, it sat on a tree branch and clearly would follow them no matter where they go, whether it be on the river or to the inn.
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