You spare a moment for poor, sweet Cal and hold his head up by the hair with your free hand.
"Sorry mate," you whisper,
"was always going to be you or me." You slit his throat and throw him back to the ground. You wipe the knife off on his shirt and start crawling away, keeping low to the ground. [Stealth: 2+0+4(Dark)=6] You get about a third of the way to the wagon when Jirn spots you. You spit a curse and start legging it instead. [Athletics: 7+0] By the time you get to the wagon the pair have nearly caught up with you, so you leap into the driver's seat and grab hold of the reins.
[Luck: 1] You have no idea how to drive a horse, and you don't even have a horse here. The wagon is pulled by a solitary, stubborn old mule - and he's asleep, to make things worse. You grab the reins and decide to resort to the old goblin axiom;
If it doesn't work, whip it.[Animal Handling: 5+0-5(Bad Luck)] The mule wakes up, kicks back and knocks you bodily off the wagon. You hit the ground, welts welling up on your leg where one of the hooves struck you. Jirn and Nal circle around the wagon, Jirn with Nal's knife and Nal bare-fisted. You scrabble to your feet to find they've flanked you, the wagon to your front and the dark woods and hills to your back.
Once again, crap.Vitality: 7 (Bruised, bloodied.)
Rather Peckish
Status: Hurt and Angry
Kills: 1 human hunter.
Inventory: Ragged, formerly fine black clothing (the shirt on your back).
a plain iron hunting knife
Expert Administrator
Proficient Historian
Proficient Law Scholar
Skilled Geographer
Competent Negotiator
Competent Persuader |
Competent Liar |
Competent Judge of Intent |
Adequate Leader
Novice Knife-Fighter |
Novice Wrestler |
Dabbling Forager
Dabbling Pump Operator
Dabbling Biter |
Dabbling Stealther ||
Dabbling Athlete |
Dabbling Dodger ||
Languages: Perfect Goblin, Fluent Human, Broken Dwarven, Poor Elven