The dung raid has done what the Council never could: united the Goblin Nation. Goblins from every corner of the realm are answering the call to arms by forming adventuring parties, each ready to face any challenge, however poorly planned.
GNN reporters embedded with the volunteers watched goblins raid their kitchens, armories and local junk heaps for supplies. D20s dangle from armor straps. Lucky rabbits' feet adorn helmets. Backpacks bulge with rusty daggers, moldy cheese wheels and emergency rations of fermented mushroom juice.
"We're ready for anything!" said Gnarlhack, a veteran goblin fighter, strapping a frying pan to his back and sharpening his spork. "Orcs, trolls, kobolds, even those pesky gnomes! Bring them on!"
The parties are motley crews of fighters, wizards, rogues and bards. They are drawing up strategies, rolling up characters and practicing battle cries, which mostly consist of "Waaagh!" and "For the shiny loot!"
"They may be small, smelly and slightly unhinged," said Grungle Gristle, "but they're resourceful, adaptable and willing to do whatever it takes. The orcs have no idea what's coming."
The orcs, for their part, have also been seen buying dice in bulk. GNN is not responsible for lost dice, misplaced character sheets or the accidental summoning of elder gods.
