Goblins Drawing Bg3 Novels & Stories

His heart skipped a beat at what he saw below. Goblins. There must have been at least a hundred of the foul creatures, running and waving their crude swords and spears. They streamed down from a gap in the far valley wall, some distance West of where Randey stood. Where they had come from he couldn’t imagine. But though he had never actually seen a Goblin, he knew that’s what they were. He’d heard enough tales from his parents to recognize them. Their wild, guttural cries echoed from the valley walls, wafting up to Randey’s horrified ears.

Everything about that bus screamed 'money'. 'What a sumptuous bus this is. I wonder how its interior is?' He couldn't help but admire the fine grand bus which was colored in red. After all, this was his old habit. To appreciate the beauty no matter if it belonged to a person or even a thing. Suddenly, the glass of one of the windows of the other bus slid open, and someone emerged out of it. "Aye! Yooo!! If it isn't the poor and miserable Ghost Busters team!? Eh!?" A guy with black hair tied in a ponytail with a patchy beard came into everyone's view as they heard his mocking voice.