Dungeons are the primary source of resources in the world. Metals, furs and even some weapons and armors are found by adventurers in the dungeons. Each dungeon has its own dangers. The job of a Documentarian is to scout out newly discovered areas of a dungeon, as well as keep track of any and all changes regarding those dangers. Jack was not your typical Documentarian.
All dungeons big and small had a Doc send in reports. These reports would then be compiled into a guide. Due to the fact that it was rare for anyone to use Jack's crypt, the guild had not printed a single guide for it.
One pleasant day a young man became stranded in Jack's crypt.
Jack was going about his normal duties, writing reports checking traps and making sure the roof hadn't caved in. He thought about going down to the third floor of the crypt. It was when he was on his way to the tunnel that leads down to the third floor that he noticed something strange. Jack was sure the door at the end of the tunnel was secured properly, yet he found it fallen apart. Though the "door" was little more than a few pieces of wood strapped together with twine, it would not have collapsed on it's own. he went ahead to the third floor. This floor had two dens of goblins. One to the east and one to the west. A nest of goblins could vary from around 10 to 20. Goblins are not too strong or smart. Not an issue if taken on with a decent party and some basic preparations. To try to solo a goblin den however, is suicide. The caves were quiet today. Jack went to check on the smaller of the dens. only 13 last he recorded. Everything was normal. When he went to check on the other, he found that a fight had taken place, and by the looks of it, a big one. A few dead greenies (smaller goblins) at the entrance and some browns (medium sized) the farther he walked in. The den was set in an L shaped cavern that led to a larger opening. Normally there would be some browns and greenies wandering about, but this time they seemed more organized. They were looking for someone. Jack saw over twenty human bodies in the middle of the room. judging by the quality of their gear, they were not crawlers. Guards by the looks of it. What so many guards would be doing in a dungeon like this jack did not know. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a figure dart from behind one rock to another.
Jack waited for the goblins to look away. He swiftly and quietly maneuvered around the den. When he found a boy... he knew this was going to be harder than he thought. The boy... had soiled himself.
Goblins have a sense of smell five times more sensitive than a human's. The fact that the goblins had not found him already, was pure luck. Jack knew there was only one way out of this... and it was one of the worst and stupidest things he has ever had to do. Jack looked at the boy, who was understandably shaken over the incident that had happened. Jack said "Breathe." He waited a moment for the boy to resolve himself enough to listen. Jack then said "you have a weapon?" The boy nodded. "Do you know how to use it?" The boy responded "Not very well". Jack looked the boy in the eyes and spoke in a very serious tone "When I say run, run until you get all the way to town. can you do that?" The boy made a hard "gulp" and nodded.
Jack pulled out some slime plasma and a pinch of crushed bone. He gently mixed them together, looked at the boy and said "run."
Jack threw the clump in his hand as high as he could and shouted "gothchu bogata". The clump shined a blinding light that dazed the goblins. He then ran as fast as he could to kill three of the monsters near the entrance. Jack ran and bashed into the pillar that stopped the entrance from collapsing. Jack ran faster than he ever had in his life the collapse of the tunnel behind him chasing him like a tidal wave of earth. He threw himself out of the end of the tunnel but one of the rocks had hit his head knocking him unconscious. Jack awoke in an unfamiliar bed.
The boy he saved turned out to be the son of the boss of a mid sized trading company. The man sent a letter and a substantial amount of money. Most of the money went to the medical bill leaving poor Jack with only ten silver. Jack however, had a smile on his face that would not leave until a week after he left the hospital. Jack used all but fifty copper to buy some wood, nails, lime and thatch.
A day and a half of work later, Jack lay in his crooked bed with an unusual grin. He stares at his ceiling and comfortably falls asleep...
Jack then sits up, falls out of bed and remembers one of the worst and stupidest things he has ever had to do. He quietly says "fuck".