Eyeing, touching, sniffing & occasionally licking daintily at things, Aka makes a circuit of the room.
The cauldron is a bubbling pot of blood and gore, with a goblin's thin arm and hand sticking up out of the boiling liquid, and a lump of... something floating around. It certainly smells like meat.
The sack is also bloody and lumpy, though a little harder. It also smells like gore, but without opening it, it'll be impossible to determine just what's inside.
"Ooh ooh I claim bag, bag got stuff right? Yeah bags always got stuff." Um moves to open the gore bad a la Fallout style.
[ooc]I apologize for my absence. My wife went into labor Saturday afternoon and delivered our baby boy yesterday morning! I am just dotting for now, will post later tonight[/ooc
Within the bag, Horsecutta finds the most gruesome sight yet, an object that he knows well...
Looks like now you know what befell the writer after he eft the village...
"Alight gobo's, time to move on. Warriors, lead on."
"We move after we sleeps. All this fighting hard work!"
"AHHHHHHHHH, dey kills and eats scribble face. Dey eats him. Dey eats him. Dem evil disgusting soul stealing beasts. Dey eats goblins. Dey lives wit gnashy teeth and stompy deaths. I cants be here no more." Um has a nervous break.
"Sleep? Bah! There someone here cook'n gobo's! Me not sleep an' wake up in pot like Scribbleface."
"Yeah, this not a good place for sleeping" Gniffles chimes in, looking around the interior of the cabin. "Bad spirits in this place. Dead goblins here."
"Meh, Marrowdown does not mind the dead. He was a silly foolish gobbo anyway. Why can'ts we sleep? Someone can stay up an' watch as we takes a rest. I think Zurk should do it!" Marrowdown puts one hand on his hip and gestures at the big bugbear with an open palm.
He then moves over to Um and slaps him upside the head. "Calm down! We ain't gone be eaten. We're tougher and meaner than ol' Scribbleyface. Gnashy teeth ain't no worry, they can't be more gnashy than mine! I say we stay here, they can only come in through the one door!"
"Fine, fine, but Zurk be killin' any longshanks he finds and taking all da glory!" The big beast of an individual flexes and grins widely, showing his rows of razor sharp teeth.
"You needs to learn to fights through your pain and fatigue. The Hungry Lady not reward the weak. We is gobo's... suffer'n is our life. Me not sleep like some plump lazy halfling. Me lead the way if needed... if only to prove me worth to the Hungry Lady."
"What if we prove to be sneakier goblins by setting ambush for whatever cook Scribbleface? We would need to clean up mess outside, maybe even make it seem like nasty horse and dog are still there... but whatever try to cook Scribbleface will be back, right?"
"Maybe.. but we already makes lots of noise. Thems already know we here. We can not let thems git away with all the boomsticks, or Cheev will prob'ly kill us... or worse!"
"Bah, thems is probably taking the boomsticks away now while we sits here."
Spug grants himself the Hungry Lady's blessing, and slinks out of the cabin, intent to explore the rest of the deck with or without his crew.
Zoog wakes from his little doze that he took while the gobos were bickering. He will follow the posse either way, but will grumble and complain the whole way is rest is not taken.