The huge cavern was home to a rather prominent force of Cavern Goblins ; short, skinny, grey and unintelligent, Cavern Goblins were the long time enemies of both the Hold of Karag Mor, as well as the Dwarves of the Republic, although the goblins made no distinction between the two, a dwarf was a dwarf. There was no leadership here, these goblins were loitering in the caverns, preying on hapless dwarven explorers and taking whatever goods they had on them. The situation was simple, there was one entrance into the cavern on one side, and one entrance on the other side, the goblins had come from one of the entrances, and they would progress into the other, constantly pressing at their Dwarven peers until they reached a Dwarven settlement.
" Shortsies! Shortsies, 'dere in 'da cave! " One of the goblins shouted, leaping from atop a nearby rock and scraping up a goblinoid looking dagger, that, due to the goblins small frame, looked more like a swore than a dagger.
" Get'em! Kill'em, kill'em! " The group shouted in unison, and they all began to charge into the tunnel where the Forge Guard stood. They threw themselves forward; high, low and somewhere in between. A few stood further, drawing short bows made of bone and sinew and flung arrows haphazardly down the hallway. They knew nothing but war and destruction, they knew nothing that if they cleaved a dwarf into two pieces that they could eat another day.
One of the goblins still in the large cavern climbed up on top of a huge rock in the center of the cavern, and atop it sat a huge drum. The goblin heaved the stick from the ground, barely able to hold it up with both hands, and he struck the drum as hard as he could.
He struck it again!
Even over the cacophony of battle, the screams and shouts of goblins in the network of caverns that surrounded the goblins became apparent. More were coming, and a clobbering roar of some unknown beast made itself known. How deep the caverns went, and how many goblins inhabited them was unknown.