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Message: <blockquote data-quote="arwink" data-source="post: 502715" data-attributes="member: 2292">Wednesday, August 16th, 518 AF, continued Durhon and Yip take little time to rest.  As soon as the dwarf has regained his breath, he cuffs the kobold behind an ear.“C’mon,” he growls.  “Lets see if they got something useful.”Yip hesitates slightly at Durhon’s suggestion, but quickly sees the logic in his words.  Both of them are wounded, and their companions are dead.  Warwind, at least, would be carrying a few healing potions that could keep them alive along enough to get back to Hommlet.  The kobold limps towards the corpses of his two companions, then gingerly starts picking through the contents of their packs.Taranos’ is the worst to go through, many of his possessions blackened and charred from the dragons final burst of lightening.  The cleric’s enchanted sword has melted into slag, and the impact against the wall has broken a potion vial.  Despite this, there are still a few scrolls and potions left intact and all bear the Empire’s common rune for healing.Warwind’s pack is more whole, and as suspected is filled with healing magic.  Durhon and Yip split the vials, downing the precious potions until they find themselves nearly whole.“Well,” Durhon grunts, “at least he’s doing something useful.”With their wounds healed, both of them turn towards more mundane tasks.  Yip starts ripping free the dragon’s teeth, hiding them away in a belt pouch.“What ye doin’ that for?” Durhon demands.  “Think you’ll become mage or somethin’?”Yip shakes his head, then holds two of the teeth up to his own mouth like saber-toothed fangs.“Useful, maybe,” he chirps cheerfully.  “Decoration, at least.”Durhon grunts.  He contemplates skinning the wyrm for armor but figures there’s not quite enough scales to make a decent suit for anyone but Yip.  The dragon looks smaller in death, only slightly larger than a man, and as its toothy maw is rapidly depopulated by Yip it slowly starts to loose the fearsome aspect it had during the battle.Leaving the kobold to his plunder of the dragon’s anatomy, Durhon climbs the stores and pushes past the doors into the gatehouse’s Great Hall.  The Hall still caries the stench of the dragon’s occupation, as well as two decaying corpses.  Durhon, used to his own odor, hardly notices as he strides cautiously through the door.  He takes the time to give both corpses a cursory examination, taking a few moments to loot anything that seems interesting.  The first is that of a human female, still clad in black leather armor and killed by wounds that resemble a dragon’s claw mark.  Durhon takes the woman’s short bow, as well as some scattered gold coins and 3 green gems.  The second is half-eaten, the dragon’s teeth shearing through the chainmail it once wore.  Durhon takes the corpses faintly glowing mace, some gold coins, a scroll and a mask carved from some kind of strange lilac stone.   The corpse also wears brown robes over its chainmail, and Durhon remembers Del’s warning of strangers in the ruins.  Almost as an afterthought, Durhon checks the symbols both corpses wear around their necks.  Both wear a symbol the warrior doesn’t recognize, a yellow Y inscribed into the black, triangular stone.   Maybe it will help Elmo determine what’s going on.Grimly, the dwarf turns on his heel and strides into the courtyard.  Yip is still happily pulling teeth from the dragon’s head.  The small kobold barely notices as Durhon strides towards him, but screams in surprise when the Dwarf brings his great-axe down on the dragon’s neck, severing the head.“Come on,” Durhon grunts, “We’re goin.”Yip glares angrily as Durhon leans over and hefts the dragon’s head onto his shoulder.“Why take head?” Yip demands.Durhon jerks his chin towards the doorway to the hall.“There’s a pair o’ corpses in there,” he explains.  “Two of them, one in brown robes like Del said.  I ain’t takin the chance there’s no more of em, and I ain’t taken the chance they ain’t priests.  Last thing I wanna do is face ‘is nastiness again as a zombie.”Yip contemplates this for a moment, then nods in agreement.“What about them?”  he asks, gesturing at the bodies of their fallen comrades.“Might have enough to bring em back,” Durhon says.  “Can’t take both the bodies though.  Go grab an ear or somethin’.  That’s all they need, ain’t it?”Yip doesn’t look pleased, but he draws a dagger and approaches the corpses.  Once the ears are safely stowed, the dwarf and the kobold start the hike back to Hommlet.</blockquote>

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