Arto-beela-choota

Arto-beela-choota the assassin crept silently through the underbrush. His black silk jumpsuit rustled silently as he stalked the slim elven woodsman as he picked his way towards the valley that the small green creatures had fled to. He had been searching for the home of the little green people for nearly a month now but things were not going well at all untill the other night when he overheard the elf saying that he knew the location of the “goblin” village. Arto snapped back into reality as his back spines rasped against a tree and realized that the elf had stoped moving and was whispering into the forest in front of him.

“Pssst, hey little goblin, I’ve got some herbs for you”. A few minutes went by before Arto noticed a small group of the green figures sneaking up on the elfs side,

“Hmmm this should be interesting”,Arto whispered to himself as the little green people began to pile up on each other in a large pyramid.

“Pssst, hey come on guys, I’ve got some cool stuff, lets play” the elf whispered again while the goblins silently piled up behind him. The goblins piled up into a pyramid ten high and the top figure was wobbling back and forth holding a big rock in his little green hands. Suddenly the pile shifted forward and the top figure was flung high into the treetops. As the goblin flew nearer to the elf it threw the rock and hit the elf squarely in the head causing the elfs regal posture to crumple weakly to the ground. Before the elf had even hit the ground the goblins were cheering and yelling in wild victory and before he knew what was happening Arto was surrounded by cheering goblins who promptly pulled him through the woods to a small clearing that was filled with hyperactive goblins. As the elf was tied to the spit over the fire Arto was introduced to “Treebreaker” the leader of the goblins. Arto was then apparently honored by being allowed to sit inside of a large wooden head in a small room filled with runes and crude drawings. Some time later Arto was given a bowl of mushrooms to eat and the rest of the night was a blur of eating and dancing and squealing goblins.

Arto-bella-choota would never be the same.