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<blockquote data-quote="Xorn" data-source="post: 4347754" data-attributes="member: 61231"><p>The battle in the road had been quick; that much was apparent to Vrax as he looked at the bodies of kobolds strewn at the sides of the road. Four of them had fallen in a ring just north of the path; or rather they had been felled, by something, which had crushed their torsos and heads. Blood was splattered away from the ring, suggesting that whatever killed the tiny beasts was standing in the middle of them while doing so.</p><p> </p><p>A few dozen yards up the road, back towards Fallcrest, a small halfling merchant was looking up with alarm at the boulder beside him, where the corpse of another kobold was sprawled across the top of the massive rock, painting the side with a cascade of its own blood. Arrows protruded from the chest of the creature, keeping it from laying flat on the wooden shafts, and oddly giving the thing an appearance of still being alive.</p><p> </p><p>South of the pathway was a different story—whatever had attacked the armored kobolds that were now lying in the grass amidst their own entrails had attacked with a viciousness that they had apparently not expected. Vrax was no tracker, but it was obvious they had not been putting up much of a fight, judging by the arrows in their backs and their slit throats and bellies. Whatever killed them hadn’t stopped when they died.</p><p> </p><p>“D-do you think there are more out there, watching us, wizard?”</p><p> </p><p>Vrax heard the squeaky voice of the halfling merchant that had left him hobbling after them only two days before. After pulling him from the wreckage of the little bastard’s cart, as well as doing what he could to stop the human sellswords from bleeding to death, he had certainly changed his tune. Now the two human guards, barely able to stand, let alone walk, were awkwardly floating in the air on a shimmering disc of force the wizard had conjured. The hovering, translucent platform followed Vrax around, so long as he paid it the slightest attention. Vrax half-smiled inwardly at how horrified they looked when he started breaking into a coughing fit. They weren’t actually concerned for his well-being, but for their own, if they had to continue by themselves.</p><p> </p><p>He looked around the area again—the bodies had been dead for a few hours, and if he knew how to track worth anything, he might have been able to tell where the winners went. But one thing was certain, “If any of the kobolds survived this battle, I sincerely doubt they’ll be attacking anything armed on the road in the near future.” The two guards, who could barely stand, let alone fight, were relieved to hear that, as was Piddleteet, Vrax’s new halfling traveling companion.</p><p> </p><p>“What do you think killed them?”</p><p> </p><p>“Hard to say,” replied Vrax, “I know very little about the art of tracking—but from the looks of these bodies, these kobolds were no match for them, so hopefully they are friendly. There was talk in Fallcrest of a group of adventures that left for Winterhaven a few days ago, wasn’t there?”</p><p> </p><p>Piddleteet thought about that question for a moment before he nodded his head. “Yes, I believe that’s right—do you think they did this?”</p><p> </p><p>Vrax shrugged, “It doesn’t really matter,” he said flatly, “but that’s as likely as anything else. We should keep moving though, we’re nearly to Winterhaven.”</p><p> </p><p>Piddleteet gave no argument, shifting a bulky pack that contained the remains of his wares on his back, and laboriously plodding along after the wizard and his floating stretcher. During the previous day he had asked if it would hold his pack too, and Vrax had lied to the little man, saying it was too much weight. Another few miles to Winterhaven, and the struggling, panting halfling would do as payback for his earlier treatment of the dragonborn.</p><p> </p><p>Vrax remembered that would not quite be payback. “Remember, you owe me ten pieces of gold when I get these men to Winterhaven. Arcane spell components are not a trivial cost I intend to absorb.” The half-sized merchant nodded reflexively through the sheen of sweat that dripped off his nose, as if he had a choice to bargain.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Xorn, post: 4347754, member: 61231"] The battle in the road had been quick; that much was apparent to Vrax as he looked at the bodies of kobolds strewn at the sides of the road. Four of them had fallen in a ring just north of the path; or rather they had been felled, by something, which had crushed their torsos and heads. Blood was splattered away from the ring, suggesting that whatever killed the tiny beasts was standing in the middle of them while doing so. A few dozen yards up the road, back towards Fallcrest, a small halfling merchant was looking up with alarm at the boulder beside him, where the corpse of another kobold was sprawled across the top of the massive rock, painting the side with a cascade of its own blood. Arrows protruded from the chest of the creature, keeping it from laying flat on the wooden shafts, and oddly giving the thing an appearance of still being alive. South of the pathway was a different story—whatever had attacked the armored kobolds that were now lying in the grass amidst their own entrails had attacked with a viciousness that they had apparently not expected. Vrax was no tracker, but it was obvious they had not been putting up much of a fight, judging by the arrows in their backs and their slit throats and bellies. Whatever killed them hadn’t stopped when they died. “D-do you think there are more out there, watching us, wizard?” Vrax heard the squeaky voice of the halfling merchant that had left him hobbling after them only two days before. After pulling him from the wreckage of the little bastard’s cart, as well as doing what he could to stop the human sellswords from bleeding to death, he had certainly changed his tune. Now the two human guards, barely able to stand, let alone walk, were awkwardly floating in the air on a shimmering disc of force the wizard had conjured. The hovering, translucent platform followed Vrax around, so long as he paid it the slightest attention. Vrax half-smiled inwardly at how horrified they looked when he started breaking into a coughing fit. They weren’t actually concerned for his well-being, but for their own, if they had to continue by themselves. He looked around the area again—the bodies had been dead for a few hours, and if he knew how to track worth anything, he might have been able to tell where the winners went. But one thing was certain, “If any of the kobolds survived this battle, I sincerely doubt they’ll be attacking anything armed on the road in the near future.” The two guards, who could barely stand, let alone fight, were relieved to hear that, as was Piddleteet, Vrax’s new halfling traveling companion. “What do you think killed them?” “Hard to say,” replied Vrax, “I know very little about the art of tracking—but from the looks of these bodies, these kobolds were no match for them, so hopefully they are friendly. There was talk in Fallcrest of a group of adventures that left for Winterhaven a few days ago, wasn’t there?” Piddleteet thought about that question for a moment before he nodded his head. “Yes, I believe that’s right—do you think they did this?” Vrax shrugged, “It doesn’t really matter,” he said flatly, “but that’s as likely as anything else. We should keep moving though, we’re nearly to Winterhaven.” Piddleteet gave no argument, shifting a bulky pack that contained the remains of his wares on his back, and laboriously plodding along after the wizard and his floating stretcher. During the previous day he had asked if it would hold his pack too, and Vrax had lied to the little man, saying it was too much weight. Another few miles to Winterhaven, and the struggling, panting halfling would do as payback for his earlier treatment of the dragonborn. Vrax remembered that would not quite be payback. “Remember, you owe me ten pieces of gold when I get these men to Winterhaven. Arcane spell components are not a trivial cost I intend to absorb.” The half-sized merchant nodded reflexively through the sheen of sweat that dripped off his nose, as if he had a choice to bargain. [/QUOTE]
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