The bulk of the recently slumbering bugbear, Klarg, rose slowly, causing a rotting stench to emanate through the cavern as the stink of the decaying heads on Klarg's belt were no longer being suppressed under his hulking girth. A battered and mangy wolf, Ripper, Klarg's pet and favorite torture victim, whimpered as the necrotic stench assailed his sensitive nose. The bleary haze of sleep sharpened into the cognizant focus of wakefulness, a sensation Klarg enjoyed not at all. It had been twelve or more hours since Klarg and laid down for a rest, not nearly long enough for the bugbear's liking.
The six goblins that barked and pleaded as they darted around the bugbear were making too much racket for Klarg to comprehend them. Shifting lifting girth with his huge hands, Klarg snapped a heavy, steel-toed, kick directly out in front of him. The boot slammed into a goblin with a satisfying crunch. The goblin launched back a few feet directly away from the assault, landing in a crumpled, whimpering heap. Not wanting to meet a similar reproach fate, the other goblins quickly silenced.
Klarg, hunger and a small act of violence now having brought him fully awake, began surveying the hideout he oversaw. It was far too quiet. There wolves Klarg chained and starved were not whining or fighting. What is more, he couldn't hear Yeemik, the self-styled goblin underboss who Klarg had deemed likely to have to kill soon, and his band weren't squabbling, spitting, or cackling as they tortured their most recent plaything, an aged human captive.
"Tell Klarg wut 'appened," The bugbear's deep voice boomed of his cavern walls, reverberating in his underlings stomachs. The voice was already gravely, but made more so from his throat's lack of use in half a day.
"The bridge is out," the battered goblin that Klarg had just kicked wheezed as it tried to rise.
"They have killed the pens," another goblin, less afraid now that another had spoken, squeaked.
"They have killed Yeemik," a badly scarred goblin offered up in a rasp. Klarg noticed the creature was covered in scars and half of its head looked like it was caved in at one point. "Taken the our human play-thing too!"
Klarg reached for the cavern ceiling with his huge hands and elongated arms in a mighty strecth. As he did, joints popped, and slabs of corded-muscle rippled under fur and flab. His tooth-crammed maw popped as he worked his square jaw back and forth, showing off his filed teeth. Without so much as a look at the goblins cowering beneath him, Klarg stomped his way out of his cavern, grabbing Ripper by the mangy scruff of the wolf's neck. Ripper emited a piercing whimper in surprise as the wolf was yanked forward. The six goblins skittered behind Klarg, barely able to contain their pleas and assurances that the attack wasn't any of their fault.
Having walked the hideout, Klarg saw the goblins said had spoken true. Yeemik and his lot lay in heap. The kennel was full of dead wolves, and the bridge that spanned the gap was a pile of rubble. A slow brooding anger rose through Jlarg as he saw what remained of his hideout. Klarg didn't care about the loss of his minions. Goblins were annoyingly prevalent throughout this area.
No, Klarg's ire stemmed from the fact that these adventurers had caused him inconvenience. Klarg had been given control of the hideout, and it suited him fine, for he didn't have to do anything. This part of the Triboar trail was far enough away from the human settlement that the watch couldn't stop a raid in time. The trail was close enough that peasants, and commoners, still had to traverse it in order to get their wares to market. In short, Klarg could laze away his days napping in his cavern, while his goblins looted, raided, and preyed upon the weak. The takes were not the greatest, but Klarg didn't care. They sufficed enough that the boss was happy, and when the boss was happy he left Klarg to do, or not do, as the case may be, whatever Klarg wanted.
Klarg sloshed through the stream, winding through the natural tunnel that lead back to his lair. At this point the goblins could no longer contain the need to inform their boss of their lack of blame for what had happened. The creatures chattered and gnashed their filed-teeth. They darted between Klarg's loping steps, prostrating themselves before him, before leaping to the side to not get stepped upon. A small squabble broke out behind the bugbear as one goblin blamed another for the attack.
Within his lair, Klarg displaced a heap of stolen goods to reveal a battered chest. Lashing a rotting hemp rope to the chest, he fashioned a makeshift sling and slung shouldered his prize posessions. Next Klarg patted the loop of rusty metal wire on his belt that termined in bone handles on either end. All trouble this lot of adventurers had caused him, he was going to need to use his "'ead-popper-offer" on at least one of them. Lastly the bugbear looped a knotty cudgel, covered in rivets, spikes various sizes, and bits of dried hair and gore on to his belt. Certain he had all he needed, Klarg looked down at the rotten heads he had as trophies. Most of the skin had sloughed off them long ago, all that remained was yellowed bones and bits of stringy hair. It would be good to get some fresh trophies, this lot hadn't spoken to him in ages.
"Roight," Klarg said, dipping his multiple chins briefly in the direction of his goblins. "Klarg is going to find them wut busted up the place. Ripper is gonna sniff 'em out proper for Klarg, and Klarg is gonna pop their 'eads off."
Klarg cocked his head, peering at the six goblins around him for a time. "One uv you lot is ta blame for this. Don't care which, but one you has to end up dead. Them that's left meet me outside da 'ideout."
Klarg started his bulk forward. Ripper rushed to heel, not wanting to be yanked again. The goblins stared dumb founded at one another. The bugbear's lumbering footsteps could be heard as he clopped toward the stream.
"One more 'fing," Klarg's voice echoed from the earthen hall. "Use them weedy hands of yours fer the killing. If Klarg finds out the deed was done anyway but as I say, Klarg'll split the lot of you open and let you watch Ripper eat yer guts. Get to it!"
Klarg stepped into the stream that rushed through his hideout his lips rolling into grin. Hisses, grunts, and shrieks echoed through the cavern once more.