|Locations||The Jungles of Ancient Loathing|
|Monster Parts||arm, head, leg, torso|
|Manuel||temporary tribal tattoo|
There is a woosh of air and a small thunk as a long thin dart appears quivering in the side of a tree, inches from your face. You spin around as a primitive goblin bedecked in parrot feathers and stone beads jumps up out of the bushes, waving a spear at you and gibbering angrily.
Growling, Krakrox drew his sword (and you draw your <currently equipped weapon>. This is going to get confusing, isn't it?). These little jerks were everywhere in the jungle, and never ceased to be an annoyance.
The goblin pokes you in the <calf> with his spear. Man, now you're going to need a tetanus shot. Or, well, Krakrox will, I guess? Ooh! Ow! Ugh!
The goblin stabs you through the <solar plexus> with his spear. And that is how shishkebab was invented. Ouch! Ow! Ow!
The goblin pokes you with his spear, and now there's a whistling noise when you breathe. That can't be good. Argh! Ugh! Oof!
The goblin points his blowgun at you and fires a dart into your <shins>. Ow! Also, oooog, you don't feel so good. (CRITICAL HIT!) Ouch! Ugh! Ow!
|You acquire an effect: Somewhat Poisoned|
(duration: 10 Adventures)
The goblin poked his spear at Krakrox, but he calmly knocked it aside.
The goblin throws his spear at you and misses. You politely let him run and pick it up.
The goblin fired his blowgun at Krakrox, who blocked the dart with the flat of his sword. ping!
The goblin hops up and down and jabbers at you. He seems pretty ticked off. Maybe you stepped on his sacred twig or something. (FUMBLE!)
|You acquire an item: goblin hunting spear (5% chance)*|
|You acquire an item: shiny tribal beads (40% chance)*|
|You acquire an item: goblin autoblowgun (5% chance)*|
|You acquire an item: folder (barbarian) (?% chance)*|
|You gain some <substat>.|
Occurs at The Jungles of Ancient Loathing.