Though called Goblin Gate, the border that marks there territory is really a log layed across two stumps. Chains holding the heads of trespasses hang from this log, to warn travellers that they eneter at the risk of their own lives. The goblins have been growing bold of late and have raided the human village of Gallin not so far away. The peasent folk have a modest coin to hire mercenaries to rid them of these evil monsters. Two warriors, a mage and a cleric prepare to enter the wood, not before the cleric blesses them with the fortune of his god.Drawn in Black Ink and Pencil. Unfinished.