Mountains Are People, Too

"All I'm saying is that we can fight them at any one of the choke points we've passed." I said.

"All of them?" Pale Ram asked. "The hundred twenty we know about, and whomever is moving to reinforce them?"

I sighed. "Using goblin tactics..."

"Kobolds not use inferior goblin tactics." Throat Band said. Her name had been Slave Collar, but I am a Truthspeaker. I have an idea how few seconds I'd live if anyone asked me her name.

"We're going THROUGH the mountain, and that's final." Pale Ram decided. "The longer we can delay these troops, the better job we're doing."

"Good thought." One Nostril joined in. "Get them to Kobold lands. Food for kobolds, soldiers never go home. Everyone except enemy soldiers wins."

"Shush!" Pale Ram said. "Tell me everyone feels that."

We did. It was like the earth around us had turned hostile. Angry. Just like...

Oh, crap, it was THAT mountain.