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Message: <blockquote data-quote="arwink" data-source="post: 597802" data-attributes="member: 2292">Monday, August 21st, 508 AFVery, very early Yip is sleeping comfortably.  His training had included some focus on becoming one with his surroundings, learning to take what rest he could in any situation.  It had served him well the night before, when the rain was falling, but tonight it was almost a pleasure.  A warm fire, several blissful hours of slumber before his turn at watch and the promise of smiting evil and vengance-taking in the name of St Cuthbert at dawn.  It is an easy sleep, and the kobolds head are filled with good dreams.Then something intrudes.  It starts as nothing, just a gentle tap...tap...tap of something against his snout.  It feels like rainwater, dripping from an overhang, and he pays it no mind.  The kobold rolls over, avoiding the drip but still dimly aware of something small falling onto the earth by his slumbering form.  Something in his subconscious latches onto the drip, irritatingly telling him it's trouble.  Then he notices the chill.  It shouldn't be cold.  Even though it's a cool night, a brisk wind blowing after the rain and the hand of summer not yet snatching the chill from early spring, there was a small fire warming the campsite.  Taranos was supposed to be tending that fire, keeping it large enough to warm the sleepers but small enough to avoid drawing attention.  Yip rubs his scaly arms, trying to work some warmth into them.  Then his nose begins to twitch, picking up the stench of burning skin.It takes less that a second for his eyes to fly open once he recognises the smell.  He looks up into Tarano's gaping eyes, bulging from their sockets and staring blankly down at the kobold.  Blood slowly drips from the severed neck, and a smear of the dwarfs life-force mar's Yip's black snout.  Yip yelps in fear, scrambling backwards and tumbling to his feat.  He notices the fire has been scattered, but several still warm coals are left to smoulder in the dead dwarves mouth.  A slim trail of smoke trails up from Taranos's gaping mouth and nostrils.  Yip prepares to attack his former comrade's corpse, remembering Del's warning of the dead walking in the Moathouse.  The head doesn't move.  Whatever has slain the priest has merely tied the severed head to a stake and angled it to dangle over the kobolds bedroll.  The body is gone.Durhon and Warwind, both aroused by Yip's yelp, slowly rouse themselves and look eyes on Taranos' remains."Right," Durhon cursed, arm swinging to his axe immediately.  "Ferkin bastards go down now."</blockquote>

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