the wings catch almost instantly, the fire leaping merrily from stack to stack. What you had taken to be some sort of wool or linen is, on closer inspection, a sort of woven mycelium fiber, which you suspect to be the same material that the characteristic robes of the Night Goblins are woven from.
Flammable goblins. While the night goblins don't seem to wear their robes much while indoors it's still an amusing thing to remember.
You enter into a long, wide corridor made of dwarf-shaped stone but criss-crossed with tunnels made by cruder hands, and lit by patches of phosphorescent fungi
But most intersections are lit with a crude torch jammed into an ancient Dwarvern wall sconce
Goblins have thoroughly desecrated the place with glowing fungus and their own crappy tunnels, although they seem to have at least kept some of dwarf's own torch holders and are keeping them lit.
a trickle of foul-smelling water, which emerges from one crack in the wall to disappear into another, two flights down
Yet more indications of goblin's poor maintenance and probably tainted water supplies.
more populated tunnels. The stone underfoot becomes soft, near completely covered with vast growths of greenskin lichen, apparently deliberately cultivated as the Goblin equivalent of roads
Yet more desecration. This time with flammable roads.
. The walls bear layer after layer of gouges, and the sheer thoroughness of the vandalism is remarkable - not a single patch of the original walls remain. Far above, gaping pockmarks show the absence of the long-lost decorations that once showed a beautiful facsimile of the night sky. All that remains now is the giant orb representing the moon, painstakingly desecrated to turn it into an enormous effigy of the Crooked Moon Tribe's grinning banner. But worst of all is the floor which caved in centuries or millennia ago, which is now ringed with jagged teeth of stone to dissuade any of its inhabitants from trying to escape.
Dwarf vengeance!
This is definitely something to mention if we want to rile up the dwarfs into a nice frenzy.
The Skavenslaves start to unload the cages of angry rat-beasts, and some of the nearby Goblins stop what they were doing to receive them and take them into a side-tunnel and out of sight.
We might be able to get a general direction of where the giant rats are being stored here. Definitely an important thing to remember.
occasional pack of regular Goblins, scurrying nervously about in a way that gives you an idea of the local pecking order. You take a moment to examine one that passes close enough, and see tattoos that once marked them as Broken Toof but were now obscured by nasty, jagged scars. From how healed it was, you feel confident that the Goblin's change in loyalty predates the arrival of the Expedition, which means that the Crooked Moon has been preying on the Broken Toof for Orc slaves and Goblin recruits for at least that long.
Broken Toof goblins are around, although they're at the bottom of the pecking order. I wonder if the Broken Toof orcs managed to break out and join up with them?
Also there are the things that we didn't see. Notably a lack of dwarf weaponry.
