Oriphiel

You gaze at the cave with an expression so pensive and thoughtful that every man within a hundred miles sporting a wise looking beard suddenly feels the urge to stroke it.

"There are probably monsters inside," says the Mind Worm, using his telepathy to force his words directly into your brain like stuffing being crammed up a dead turkey's asshole. "And possibly a few traps."

"Yes," you agree. You turn to face your Monstourage. "Frownlad, you lead the way. The rest of us will follow after you."

Frownlad drops his lute. It lets out a painful sound, not unlike his playing, as it hits the dirt below. "But... but..." he stammers, his eyes widening. "I'm just a musician! Why not send Jimmy or Jo in first? They're warriors! They love danger! Hell, if Jimmy springs a deathtrap, it'll probably just give him an erection as it bounces off his hide!"

You step towards the goblin with arms crossed. "I've made up my mind," you state, the stately state of your gait never to abate as you refuse to wait or commiserate the cowardly goblin's sordid fate. "You will go in first. If there are any dangers ahead, you will bait them out for the rest of us. Obey the words of your master."

"Fuck that," says Frownlad, retrieving his lute and lashing it to his back as he turns to leave. "I'm outta here. I don't need this. I was doing fine as a busker until I got kidnapped by that group of circus weirdos, and then got stuck with you assholes."

Banshee Jo and Jimmy Four Claws block his path.

"Proudly saved us," says Jimmy. "He's our master now. We must repay his kindness."

"I don't care!" yells Frownlad. "I'm not gonna be the master's bait! He can go do it himself!"

Sighing, Jimmy and Jo lift the small goblin, carrying him forcefully to the mouth of the cave as he shouts out a torrent of protests. They toss him into the darkness. There is the sound of an impact as he comes to ground, and the mutterings of a few goblin curses, before all becomes silent.

"Are you alright?" you ask, your voice echoing through the cavern as you carefully step inside. "How fare thee?"

The Mounstourage follows you in. Your weak, human eyes slowly begin to adjust to the darkness within. In time, you see Frownlad sitting dejectedly on the ground, holding something in his hands.

"Fairly well," the goblin answers, standing and turning. In his clutches is a skull, still slick and grimy with what yet remains of its late owner's decomposing features. He laughs. "Better than this asshole, anyway." He tosses the skull to Jimmy, who starts eating it without a second thought.

"It's very dark," you remark, struggling to peer through the inky blackness.

"Oh, hold on," says Banshee Jo. Before long, a spooky aura of blueish light begins to surround her, illuminating the cave with its dim radiance.

You smile. "I didn't know that you could glow."

She shrugs. "All banshees can glow, when we think spooky thoughts."

Through the beams of the banshee-light, you can now see your surroundings with more clarity. There are three paths leading out of the main chamber of the cavern. The first is slick with moisture, bearing a thick mane of moss. The second is dry, and seems to be sprinkled with some sort of reddish residue. The third is very craggy, and prefaced with a big sign reading 'TREASURE!!!' that points within.

What do you do?

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Proudly
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Title: Freak Fighter and Banshee Lighter
Health: 15
Energy: 14
Inventory: Whip, Headband
Skills: Bull****, Monster Mash, Get In Here

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Monstourage
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Mind Worm (Healthy)
Frownlad the Goblin (Healthy)
Jimmy Four Claws (Healthy)
Banshee Jo (Healthy)

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