Every turn of the seasons, the goblins migrated to new foraging grounds. It was a raucous procession that trampled fields, knocked down trees, and reshaped the course of rivers.
When human settlers arrived, they tried to put a stop to the migration. They built wooden palisades. the goblins went over, and sometimes through them. Stone walls fared no better. The militia met with disaster and hired adventurers did worse.
Finally, the humans built a road. The goblins happily used it, sparing their new farms. But they still had the stray curious goblin poke their head through the door.
Or wall.

“Forest Road” by Rubber Dragon is licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0.

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