The Ruin of the Scourge Tide

The mud of the valley floor is churned into a red slurry where the goblin tide finally broke against the party steel. Scattered among the small, broken bodies and crude iron spears are piles of plundered valuables. The air reeks of acrid smoke and goblin sweat, but beneath the grime lies a fortune stolen from caravans and border outposts. Several heavy wooden chests lie partially opened, their contents spilled out alongside the grim trophies of the goblin commanders.