(IC) A Hard Time in Harrowdale

[Rhun]

Fayne moves forward, quickly but cautiously, looking for any signs of danger. Reaching the tarp, he uses the tip of his glaive to lift the edge and peer beneath the cover.

 

[Scott DeWar]

Evenar lifts the tarp that seems to be hiding something beneath and sees. . .

 

[Arkhandus]

Fayne enters the camp and passes two of the tents, Evanar following. They lift the tarp..........and find the mangled, shredded, gnawed-on corpse of the chandler's horse. It looks like the gnolls just dug in with their teeth and ripped out ragged chunks of horse-flesh in their jaws.

Most of the blood has apparently been drained or drunken, so the horse carcass is only slightly bloody. It is still mostly intact, just a few scattered chunks missing. The eyes have been plucked out, the skull smashed open, the brains removed, bites have been taken out of its neck, and small chunks of the torso are gone. It looks like the horse must've died in agony and panic.

You don't hear anything new, and nothing stirs from the tents.

Merrick and Tarven follow slowly from either side, in case anything bursts out to flee. Storn approaches a bit, but not too close. He's still badly wounded from trading axeblows with the gnoll leader.

 

[Scott DeWar]

Evenar drops the edge of the tarp, runs to the edge of the clearing and pukes his guts out.

 

[Voda Vosa]

"A nasty visage indeed. But it's just a horse. Where is the boy?" Says the calishite, apparently undisturbed, as he peaks into one of the tents.

 

[Rhun]

"Perhaps bound and gagged in one of these tents?" says Fayne, though his voice is not hopeful. With that, he moves to begin looking into the tents one by one.

 

[Myth and Legend]

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[Myth and Legend]

"Ewwww" Abrielle was thoroughly disgusted with the grim sight of a half eaten dead horse. "Please, cover this thing again, and let's look for the boy."

She then joins the search for the lad:

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[Rhun]

"If the gnolls didn't eat him, he must be here somewhere," says Fayne as he searches. "Or perhaps the gnolls sold him; I've known their kind to have sold slaves before."

 

[Scott DeWar]

between gaging, and coughing evenar mutters out the words faintly," people are not merchendise! they should not be bought and sold!!"