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You see the diggs from far orf: a biggy big icehole in the middle of an arid forest. Weird shidd. One of those allus-bin-dere-since-yestiday places.
There's plenny works going on: biggy pits have been dug all around the entrance, and giant cages wiv flop or drop doors have been constructed inside each pit, with pulleys and traingangs ready to hoist the catches out once secured.
Gobbz outnumber Oiks something like four to one, wiv Orc Bossers calling the shots on both.
The whole front of the dunjjon has been cleared out for ready egress, and there are ropes hanging over the edges of the pits, for any dumb Gobb wot got chased and trapped in by some killy beasty. Not all the ropes are good, and the anchor knots are done everywhich way, but there's plenty enough, at least two whichever corner of each pit you end up. ORCSHA standards.
Your briefing is given by a Gobb wiv one arm and one eye. He eats free because he's gone deepest and come back, and the Bossers prefer their me-time to telling the new batch of Gobbshits how not to die every three days.
"<span class="mu-g">Wotcherdo is allus space out. Twenny steps away from the next Gobbo in front or behind. Dat way if yez getz jumped dey durnt take down alleryez.
If yez get chased, spread out n take different roads if yer can. Same reason.
Durnt foit nuffin unless yer at least many-many ter one 8:1. Yer carnt do shidd. Juzt run.
We'z mapped out some of the dunjjon; everywhere yer see black stakes is no traps. Dat don't mean derrs no beasties; some of em roam. The exploras alreddy killt or chased orf everfin dey found in va mainways; dat durnt moar durnt come back.
Use yer schnozz lotz: nuffin in dis hole is Gobbish cept yer. Nar smell dis:</span>"
He hands round a span of sunned jerky wiv scale-skin on. You sniff it, smakk yer lips to taste the funk of it on your palate.
"<span class="mu-g">Das snek. More'n half va biggies innere iz sneks, n mosty most is ice-ish. Yer smael dat or feel colder, git reddy ter run. If yez hear da TeamBoss whissil, feee-fefefefe, jurzt run.
Chuck yer kit unless yer in a mobb wot got a chance; yer can allus pick up anuvva set from va dedders wot dint chuck theirs.
YOU. Reddy stinky grigger n yer buttbuddy. Most likely the TeamBoss will put yer in frunt, coz the beasties will twigg yer first, on account yer va most eye-sore n schnozz-painz, n also so's yer durnt slow down the rest if runnen's needed.
Va prepp grounds there. Durrs old fry-oil inna tunny; wipe yerselves, speshully yer dome, pitz, n jumblies. Ye'll larst longa. Derrs a pile of old raggies n stringz; do up some toe-ragz and foot-binds lark so:</span>" He holds up a foot, two toes missing.
"<span class="mu-g">Keeps the cold orf a bit. N marsk up wivva oily banditchief, or yer meofs n schnozzhairs will ice up. Ya'llz have a Time ter munch n kit up starting narr.</span>
