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Message: <blockquote data-quote="hewligan" data-source="post: 4073651" data-attributes="member: 19688">Jovik, half against his pride, but half with curiosity to get his hands on the weapons, allows himself to be lowered down the pit. It is not a pretty sight. The sunrod in his hand casts too much light on the hideous form of the now dead goblin. It appears that he was once 'normal', or at least as normal as a goblin gets, but the horrendous stretching transformation that appears to have wracked his frame has left long, and still raw, scars and welts across his flesh. Now lifeless eyes lie sunken in the flesh. Worst of all are the small arms that extend from his head, and the malformed foot and tiny leg that twists from the back of his head. It is almost as if a monster grew from within him, and recently.On the ground at the bottom of the pit lies his discarded weapons. A stunningly high quality longsword, with a slight arc to the blade, and a thick engraved jagged motif around the base of the blade. It emits the palest glow. Not enough to cast much light, but enough to catch the eye. It is magical.Another fine weapon, the dagger, feels well balanced and cold in your hand. The blade is silvered, darkening in places as the metal oxidizes. You have seen enough silver coins in your life to know the metal - another silver blade to add to the party's arsenal, albeit nothing more than a simple dagger.The hand axe is of dwarven construction. A fine, metal hilted weapon, yet still light and beautifully balanced. The cutting head has a single dwarven rune engraved - a maker's mark, but it is otherwise simple and functional.There is nothing else down here, except ... scratched in the wall ... your eye catches sight of something scrawled in the rock. It is covered with layers of dirt, but a quick brush reveals the words chipped into the stone. Tiny letters, painstakingly etched, many, many years ago. "Darock Sinak, 24, almost dead. Father. Rebel. They will make me undead. I miss my girls. Please ..." The words stop. The language is a very old version of the local tongue, something you have only seen in ancient ruins, but still just about readable.OOC: magical sword, needs identified, silver dagger, masterwork handaxe.OOC: Danth - you could try to destroy undead. They are simple zombies (level 1, effectively), and you are level 2. I don't need you to roll for this, you can choose to do it if you want. Just make the post with a bit of description of you doing it, channeling Sarenae to put them out of their misery.</blockquote>

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