The final goblinoid fell in a burst of green blood, marking the end the adventurers' first encounter with the... monsters. Their phallic arms untransformed in death back into normal hands, or as normal as possible given the goblinoids' wiry elongated limbs. They were unarmored, unclad, unarmed (in the sense of man-made weaponry) and unendowed, the last of which could be surmised from a quick glance at their crotches which were devoid of any reproductive organs.<br/><br/>The surroundings were peacefully quiet as though the hills had not just witnessed the bloody skirmish. No, the things of interest were closer at hand. An obvious aura of transmutation magic was coming from something inside the green-slimed pile that the goblinoids had been poking earlier. In fact, the pile had a strangely humanoid shape to it - the rough outline of human-sized head, body, arms and legs could be imagined, buried under an extremely thick blanket of slime!<br/><br/>