Battle Chickens
A quiet meal at the Anvil gets raucous when a goblins comes in yelling about Battle Chickens! The Horde must retrieve and capture these chickens who appear to be armoured and armed with rocket launchers.
From the Journal of Elzaren Askari.
It was the 35th day of Tetran when I heard one of the most unexpected utterances I have ever discerned. A wild haired goblin came into the Dancing Anvil and proclaimed, "Battlechickens!" Suddenly I noticed the farmers' market had a lot more screaming than was usual for the middle of the day. Luckily for Circle Creek, there were some of the most talented, day drinkers ever assembled at the Anvil right then. (They were talented and drinking during the day, not necessarily talented at day drinking. Well not all of them at any rate.)
The goblin promised us a king's ransom if we took the chickens alive, and I was already a couple of drinks in at that point so I figured, why not? Thankfully the other members of the guild present also agreed and evened the odds considerably. None of us knew what we signed on for. It was chaos outside, and armoured, angry, agile, and incredibly accurate avians were all over the town center. They were firing these strange fiery bolts from their armour with unceasing accuracy.
We had some quick successes initially but I soon lost track of how the rest of my companions were doing after I encountered one of the most daunting opponents of my career. This battle-armoured, blade-footed bird named Babz took all of my focus as the rest of my guildmates finished capturing her allies. My combat prowess, my friends' magic, and my own acrobatic skill were not sufficient to subdue or tame this creature. In the end, Babz was overcome by my skills at both diplomacy, and bird impressions.
When it was done, the goblin didn't have the money he promised. We helped him realize that he should not promise gold to heavily-armed people who have been drinking and, in the end, took a reasonable sum of gold from him in payment for our assistance. Loralai, seeing Babz's spirit, took the chicken as well. We then helped tend to the injured, and clean up the mess. It may have not been the most dignified afternoon, but I've seen people do dumber things at a bar.
-- E.A.