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by waysoftheearth » Sun Jul 11, 2010 3:47 am
waysoftheearth wrote:
Victor, in full kit, accompanies Ulric into the chilly courtyard -- there is frost over the grasses, rubble and the neat row of six Hobgoblin corpses.
"I layed 'em out," says Victor, "But couldn't bring meself to strip the filthy critters down." and spits.
Ulric seems to have no such aversion, and moves to frisk the corpses.
The goblin bodies are hard with rigor, cold with frost, and already bloating with post mortum gases. Getting their rusty ring mail shirts and grubby gambesons off would be troublesome, Ulric decides. He notes with distaste that crows, or something else, have already take a few eyes and tongues and that a multitude of cold-slowed insects over-nighted beneath the bodies, ready for their morning's work.
Several of the conical-shaped helms, black spears and short, curved swords were buried with Crystin and Rodrick as tribute. The remainder of the Hobgoblin weapons, helms and shields are piled next to them.
Besides these, their various shoulder bags and pokes contain perhaps a day or two of rationing, but that is of questionable worth to Men of a civilised palate; a half dried apple, a raw potato, heels of hard, grey breads, the rind of a pongy cheese, the half raw hind leg of a rabbit, a handful of strips of a leather hard jerky. Perhaps ideal for the new Goblin hirelings? Two of them also have skins that, by the rank whiff of them, must contain some truly awful Goblin spirit.
Their purses are light, jointly containing 32 copper and 2 silver coins, however one fellow wears a copper ring set with a dark stone, which Ulric cannot easily get off the Goblin's knuckly, clawed finger. Finally, one fellow has a tiny leather bag about his neck, and in it Ulric finds a single gold coin.
[f=32]
Golgildir the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak,
lantern; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges;
torch[/f]