Be Careful What You Wish For

With a grunt and the scraping of stone on stone, Rhogar forced the chamber door open.  The minotaurs that built this temple many years before had made them heavy and loud, ensuring that no one could enter undetected or without effort.

It also ensured the dragonborn paladin would be leaving this place with a very sore shoulder.

Light spilled into the room from the sunrod being held by one of Rhogar's companions, Zahm; the halfling shaman was already whispering to a wooden totem in his other hand, calling to the spirits that protected him and the rest of their adventuring band.  The eladrin arcanists Fruven and Dayereth readied their implements a pace behind, preparing to hurl spells and curses in their fey tongue if the chamber held as many goblins as the ones they had just finished clearing.

Rhogar's attention was drawn by a gutteral shriek and a the whirling of metal; a crude blade had just been flung past his scaled head, and he could see the goblin who threw it cowering in a doorway across the room.

"Only one?" the dragonborn snarled as he raised his halberd and moved into the room.  "Why can't you just do the smart thing and surrender?"

"Careful," warned Fruven as he scanned the room with his slender wand, "where there's one goblin there's usually something worse nearby..."

No sooner had he said that then the door behind the goblin crashed open, knocking it to the ground.  The doorway was filled with the bulk of a hairy creature as big as Rhogar, carrying a black-bladed axe with runes that glowed a hellish red.  The bugbear snarled at the intruders as more goblins began tumbling around his legs and into the room, filling the air with more thrown blades.

"You just had to say that, didn't you?" sighed Dayereth as Rhogar bellowed a challenging roar, and rushed across the room to meet their foes.