Goblin Camp and Ruined Temple
by Fightplane
by Dungeon Mapster A great plume of black smoke rises over the treetops as you make your way down the simple dirt cart path, and rounding the corner of trees, its source is quite plain. A smattering of ugly hide tents erected on a small bluff beside the road, and the squawk and chitter of goblin squabbles carry out to your ears. A bonfire of broken furniture, carts, and whatever else the little looters have carried off from nearby homes and roadside thefts sets them glowing with an orange haze. Sloppy stakes serve as defenses, if the grim totems of bones and skulls do not. And in the air, the faint scent of roasted pork are sickeningly sweet. Ahead, the dirt road ends at a rickety wooden footbridge, and across the stream, an encampment of ramshackle huts and hide tents pollute the crumbling stone battlements that once served as defenses for a temple. Sloppy barricades of hewn branches, bonfires and haunches of stolen farm animals roasting on spits. Even from across the river, the smell of a goblin camp is unmistakable. Any seeking to cross had better come prepared for battle, or an offer charming enough to placate these simple-minded raiders. As you take in the vista, you spot something: a crack along the cliffside, and a shadowy crevice that runs deeper. A network of caves twists beneath the temple, and as you move north, the distant sound of the occupants echoes from the holes in the collapsing floor. Ahead, a crumbling stone wall reveals a plundered tomb of the clergy that were interred here, beneath the temple. Now, their bodies are fodder for the vermin that have overtaken these dark tunnels.
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