[pnpgm] Kiet and the sword

David Sanders dasandersx at comcast.net
Fri Nov 13 03:01:44 CET 2015


Kiet heads back to the camp area, and where the burning Goblin King (or whatever he was) lies.  Kiet moves over to relieve him of his weapon and sets it aside.

Assuming that Arawn or someone else might inform us all about the sword being a magical item, Kiet picks up the sword and casts a maximum EL Detection spell to determine its usefulness.  Who knows...maybe Zabyra can have a magic sword of her own.

"Unless one of us old-timers really needs this sword, perhaps one of the newcomers might be allowed to claim it.  If Pyandalgor can use it, I recommend him for it...he has contributed well in the fights.  If not, and if no one else in our group desires it, perhaps those merely traveling with us might be permitted to use it until our destination is reached."

OOC...BTW...what kind of weapon is it?

"          Kell glances at Kiet and pats his back.  "You fried another
      one.  I wonder how they taste?"  He grins.  Then lowers his
      voice.  "Did you see Zabyra?  Wow.  Wasn't dressed and she
      has a body of a dancer!" "

Kiet looks over to his half-elf friend and grimaces.  "That is just disgusting!"  It practically turns his stomach.  They smell bad enough alive, but really bad died and fried.  Kiet was just thankful it worked.  "I dare you to try a taste."

Kiet had been busy first fighting some of the goblin runts, then their Daddy.  He didn't really have time to spend admiring a dancers form.  "Well" he says to Kell, "you can go help her dress that wound...if it's her left arm the two of you will have something in common!"

OOC again...I didn't see where Zabyra took any damage...

Kiet doesn't really see any purpose to going back to sleep.  There was still work to do too.  Kiet goes over to his horse to check out Ma Siwang.  He's more concerned over that horse than some other things.  Kiet doesn't savor the idea of walking to Ticasi.  Then, he gets to work helping drag these disgusting creature's bodies downwind, away from camp.  Gods they smell awful!  Kiet hopes the wind doesn't change direction.  He says a short prayer in that language that it might be so.

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