Yttermayn's "Saga of the Dragon Cult" (IC)

Suppressing a snicker from Jakobee's reaction, once again John asks, " does anyone need a shield? this one here is magical."
 

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"Why thank you very much" the man says to the warlock, happy to wield his chain again. He turns to Jhon "We can take it an sell it if noone wants it."
 

The shield in question feels solidly built but at the same time lighter than an ordinary shield and would be quite serviceable.
Those inspecting the ogre's corps note that the skin, eyes, and other outer layers of the body melt away to the black goo. Also, the thicker fat layers of certain areas seemed to be melting away. What remains at the center of a dark, viscous puddle is a skinless, emaciated body.
Upon disturbing the sacks, the rotted burlap-like material bursts open and spills its contents of moldy food items and an obvious clinking avalanche of golden coinage.
 

"Aha! Thats why I love kiling ogres." Tuk says as the sound feels him with joy. He hasty walks to the coins and starts collecting them one by one.
 

Grok shakes his head and stands up. He takes a couple of steps and stops. "Grok take shield if nobody else need it."

He then readies himself to move on to wherever the group decides is next.
 


"We need to go further. The ogre and kobolds are dead, but the underlying threat remains here. We can't go back yet." Jakobee's hand flares and hellfire envelops the rotting corpse, incinerating the pool of black ooze. The brimstone smell of the hellfire partially covers the smell of roasting flesh and corruption.
 




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