From the sylvan depths come insectile susurrations, many eyes wink in and out of existence, glowing with a malignant intelligence. A sudden skittering movement and emerald fronds rustle with the passage of some unseen creature..
Suddenly, with blinding speed, the undergrowth explodes into life as giant arachnids burst forth. Upon their backs, giving voice to high-pitched war cries and malevolent snickering, ride diminutive humanoid creatures bedecked in colourful warpaint and festooned with tribal fetishes… Goblins!!..