Waysoftheearth's Hinterlands PBP
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The mortally wounded creature hisses and sputters blood in pain, but barely has the strength to bare its little fangs at Ulric. It clearly isn't going to do much talking with Anwyn's arrow through its broken windpipe. It is highly questionable as to whether it will indeed do very much more breathing...danhem wrote:Ulric then walks over to the wounded goblin and gives him a sharp kick in the ribs.
"Where are you from? Why are you out here?"
"Hmmm...I'd like my arrow back, Wizard," Anwyn tells Ulric as she draws her dagger from its scabbard.waysoftheearth wrote:The mortally wounded creature hisses and sputters blood in pain, but barely has the strength to bare its little fangs at Ulric. It clearly isn't going to do much talking with Anwyn's arrow through its broken windpipe. It is highly questionable as to whether it will indeed do very much more breathing...danhem wrote:Ulric then walks over to the wounded goblin and gives him a sharp kick in the ribs.
"Where are you from? Why are you out here?"
In the dark, Anwyn smiles and looks the Goblin in the eye as she whispers, "Sleep well, black-hearted cur."danhem wrote:"By all means Anwyn," Ulric says to the cloaked female. "It does not look like he'll be speaking anyway."
"Ulric here. Roderick said he was going off in search of a new campsite. Have you returned Roderick?"
Ulric sets down his backpack and extracts his lantern and fills it with oil.
"I have a hooded lantern that we can use to partially light our way. I'll keep it focused on the ground so as not to attract attention. As soon as everyone is fully rested we should move."