posted on Mar, 27 2016 @ 02:18 PM
Skid Mark the psycho clown spun toward the sound. The undergrowth was thrashing. Something was running through it at great speed. Skid Mark was a
foot or so from the edge of the clearing. Whatever was making all that commotion would be on him in seconds. Before he could decide what to do a small
furry something launched itself from the forest and struck him on the chest. The force of the blow sent him staggering backward. He tripped
over his big shoes and fell over on his ass. The whoopee cushion in his back pocket let out a loud raspberry that surprised a laugh out of Trix and
The laughter was cut short as an arrow zoomed out of the trees and embedded itself in a log between them. Five goblins burst through the brush and
before any of the party could react one of them had a sword thrust into Skid Mark's face. They were vile creatures; as small as a ten year old and
"Give us back our dinner!" The foul thing with the sword shouted, it's rancid week old dead mouse smelling breath wafting into Skid Mark's face.
The smell made Skid Mark's stomach clench. He unate his last meal all over the goblin's face. The goblin opened his mouth wide and the spew
splattered into it. The goblin smacked his lips and said, "That's the stuff! Give me more!"
This grossed Skid Mark out so much that he vomited again. The goblin squealed with joy. The others rushed in for their share of the nasty treat.
"Save some for us, Skart! Don't hog it for yourself," one goblin wearing tattered leather armor yelled.
They shoved and jostled for elbow room so they could get some. Skid Mark obliged; not that he had a choice with his heaving stomach and all. The
shoving and pushing soon turned into an all out rumble as they goblins fought and swore at each other.
The party made good use of the distraction. Skid Mark forgot all about his fear of heights and climbed onto Dougie's back like his ass was on fire,
holding onto the whatever it was with one arm the whole time. Dougie and Trix launched themselves into the sky. It was then that he remembered the
thing he held in his arms. He looked down at it and it grinned back up. It was a small dog. It's black medium length fur was in need of a good
brushing but it otherwise looked to be in good shape. One half of its face was black and the other white.
Skid Mark was charmed and petted the furry little critter. "It's okay now, buddy. We have you now. No ugly whatever the crap those were are going to
"Those were goblins," Dougie said.
"Thanks for saving me," the little dog said, "My name is Sam."
Skid Mark blinked in surprise. "A talking dog! What kind of Wonderland did I wake up in?"
"We have to hurry to the harbor," Sam said, "I heard the goblins talking last night. Some ghost pirates are coming and the goblins are working for
them. Accasia is in terrible danger!"
"We were heading that way when we met you," Trix said, "What all did they say?"
"Just what I told you. They got into an argument on who got to eat my poop and started fighting."
"We should be there in a day or so," Dougie said, "Then we can meet up with my friend and see what we can do."