The Early Clash
THE BATTLE THAT MORNING... The wind was blowing, the sun was warm, and the sound of goblins jumping and screaming through the forest was almost bearable. Almost. "Gor!" Elira called out. She ducked in time as a goblin flew over her head with a knife. It growled and bared its sharpened teeth as she smacked it aside with a tree branch. "We need your help over here!" A short gnome with a leather pouch in his hand jumped from goblin to goblin as he ducked and dodged their attacks. They swung weapons and flailed clawed hands at him. He yelped in surprise as he pulled an item from his bag. "Take this, freaks!" Pulling out a small metal sphere, he threw it at a group of monsters. Metal tendrils appeared from the ball and netted themselves around the goblins, pulling them into a captured huddle. The monsters pulled and chewed at the cordage but could not free themselves. The Gnome wiped his brow and sighed. "Thank Smelth , that worked!...