Before Spec entered the room filled with slaughtered orcs, he noted the exterior hallway, which continued south for another ten feet beyond the doorframe, then doglegged sharply to the east. From the doorway, there was nothing that Spec could make out beyond the dogleg. Having noted the dogleg, Spec continued forward into the room, bringing his light with him.
The inside of the room was a bloodbath. Each of the six dead orcs lay in a pool of congealing blood, and the air was rife with the tang of copper. Roscoe was covered in orc grime. A bit of brain dripped from his earlobe and landed with a splat on the stone floor.
Guran set about searching the corpses. He found and piled near the center of the room: an unadorned but serviceable dagger, two rusty falchions, and a greataxe with silver edging on its steel blade and runes inscribed along its metal haft.
The Orc Guard wore intact but wretchedly smelly leather armor. Tough Orc wore singed studded leather armor badly in need of repair. Orc Bodyguards 1 and 2 wore leather armor shredded by multiple slices from short swords.
Colden's two handaxes were intact, lying on the floor, ready to be retrieved.
Fulgrim cleaned off his warhammer and had a look about the room. The room's original purpose was lost. Of late, however, the orcs seemed to be using for a bedchamber. A five-gallon wooden bucket stood in in the northwestern corner. It was full of piss.
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Please have Guran roll an Intelligence (Investigation) DC 12 check.
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