Chapter two
Bipolar Luck
"Of course"
"Uh...Did I...miss something?" The ash grey coated, dry grey manned Stallion asked out loud as he surveyed the mostly destroyed camp. He looked up at the shining sun and winced a bit as the light assaulted his eyes. The silence was broken by the battered guard tower above him giving way, crashing and making a path for him to get to the ground. "Well that was...convenient." Sigil said looking up half hoping to see somepony up there. As excepted he saw nopony. "Mhe" He used the ruble to climb down to the stable ground and looked around. "Armory armory armory." He repeated to himself as he looked through the empty camp. Many of the fires had already burned themselves out a while ago. "Armory armory, AH HA!" He exclaimed seeing the sign above the door. Unfortunately whatever was inside has long sense been raided now it was just an empty room. "Of course..." Sigil said with a sigh. He continued to look about the ruble. "Is everyone gone?" His inner questioning was interrupted by the rustle of debris being shift through. Sigil ducked behind what was left of a building. "Find a shinny pick it up, all the day you have good luck" A sickly voice sang as he looked through the ash and wood. Sigil peeked around the corner, he saw a short brown hairless creature, the only piece of clothing he had was and ragged tunic and he was holding an equally ragged and rigged club. "Goblins..." He said starting to back up, but when he turned around to tried to make his exit. "Looky looky we found a pony" A repulsive smelling Goblin said smiling with his Rigged rotten teeth. "Oh goddess please close you dammed mouth!" Sigil said wrinkling his nose in disgust. "Oh Feisty, good I like spicy food." "Spicy...food?" Sigil said with a stutter "Aye." The creature's half rotted wandering eyes betrayed him as Sigil followed them up just as his Goblin comrade attempted to descend down upon him. Sigil grabbed his club with one hand, slamming the creature down on the ground then he pulled the goblin's arm up with his hands and stumped down with his hoof breaking its neck. As the goblin went limp the leader called out to his brethren, and instead of waiting for them to show up Sigil bolted into what was left of the fort dungeons. 5 Goblins chased after him intent to kill. They ran through the entertains hall and to a large room. The 4 Goblins looked around. "Oh come now. I'm not that fast." Sigil's voice echoed through the dark room. "Show yourself!" One of the yelled. "Oi up here!" Sigil shouted from on a higher floor platform before walking back into the darkness. "RAH" The chief Goblin howled and the 3 Goblins charged through the stairwell. The chief stopped and looked around. "FAN OUT AND FIND HIM!" His order was met with a long empty silence. "I SAID FAN...out..." Turning around he discovered he was talking to no one for all that was behind him was quite empty darkness that was broken by a chuckle. "What's wrong? Afraid of the dark?"