[Gobquest] Part 2

[dreamthief]

Rakanishu's blade makes slow work with the thick webbing. Eventually he manages to slice through and the half-rotted body of a goblin falls out. The stench is quite unbearable, even for you gobs. The gob's dead eyes stare at you, and there appears to be stains of war paint on its face.

 

[Dalamar]

[Gob]"Amateur."[/Gob]
All Glorath says as he sees the dead goblin.

 

[Mirth]

Looking down at the dead goblin, D'Bruuhl makes the sign of Heironeous. [gob]"Funny, I don't remember Nitzbuk saying anything about a warring tribe in this area. Do any of you?"[/gob], he asks the others.

 

[Festy_Dog]

[gob]"I'm an urban goblin, wouldn't have a clue sorry,"[/gob] Rakanishu answers in a nasal tone, pinching his nose to escape the smell.

He puts his short sword away and loads his crossbow again, holding it ready and keeping an eye out for any of the spiders' friends.

 

[dreamthief]

Nobody remembers Nitzbuk mentioning anything, naturally.

Crickets chitter in the woods. The half-decayed corpse of the goblin starts to attract flies.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Rakanishu looks around, thankful he can't locate any hostiles.

[gob]"Sooo....... We gonna bury him? Anyone got a shovel? Or maybe we could pile some stones on top of him? Pretty make-shift but at least he'd count as being buried,"[/gob]Rakanishu suggests in his nasal tone.

 

[Dalamar]

[Gob]"Burying him would be a waste of time as things currently stand. We need to find Jhizzy or whatever the guy's name was. We could just leave the carcass here."[/Gob]

 

[Mirth]

[gob]"If we make it out of this forest in better shape than our friend here,"[/gob] D'Bruuhl says as he chants another prayer over the dead goblin, [gob]"then I will be sure to bury the body. However, now I tend to agree with Glorath. Time is of the essence. Let us look for Jazzad."[/gob]

 

[Dog Faced God]

Goubido shook his head wildly, waggling his tounge from his fanged maw, and hissed loudly at the other goblins. Tears clouded his black eyes as he half shouted, "What if this one of you gobbos?!" He stomped his feet and shook his fists in frustration. "I not leave you to rot in the forest, and curse and haunt you to your graves if you leave me rotting out here. Warrior deserves much better than this." The frustrated goblin huffed and puffed as he set about gathering wood to make a fire.

 

[dreamthief]

After about ten minutes Goubido has gathered enough wood for a small fire. The corpse is now covered with lots of flies, apparently stuck to the dead gob by the spider's secretions.