Chapter 1: Winter Everlasting - Part 1.5: Buried in Snow
One of the few benefits of the biting cold was that it limited the decomposition of what would in other parts of the world have been two rank Trolls. They still smelled, but it wasn't something a pinch of the nose couldn't block. Which was exactly what Triglio, the little Halfling with the top hat, did as he stood atop the back of the larger one.
A few of the fishermen had been conscripted, Thorben among them, and came prepared with wheelbarrows, hacksaws, ropes, hooks, knives, and any other equipment one might need for dismembering and dissecting such large and foul beasts. None of them seemed particularly delighted about the task.
"How long will this take?" Naerth shouted from a distance. Cold or no cold, he was not risking Troll stench on his jacket.
"The day, I would reckon. Perhaps we can be done before supper," Triglio answered, wading through the sea of mottled hair. "Though I doubt it."
"Triglio's laid claim to the big one," Naerth explained to Mallory when she arrived, "but I've talked him into splitting the fat." Triglio, in the background, had sent his force to work. It seemed his strategy was somewhat reminiscent of Mallory's — after flipping it, he had started to methodically bleed it, emptying the blood into barrels. From there he went about carefully extracting the innards and cutting flesh from bone.
After imparting his workforce instructions, they achieved some degree of autonomy. For a time. Both instruments and techniques were crude, but they did what they could with the tools they'd brought. It was enough for Triglio to catch a breath, remove his bloodstained gloves, and ring up Torgrim.
"Hand crossbow?" Triglio asked, scanning his plentiful shelves. Each was stocked to the brink and then some, and the Halfling carried all sorts of common wares, equipment, doodads, trinkets, and weaponry one might otherwise only find in an armory. Some of it doubtlessly arcane in nature. Everything had piled up over the years, and only Triglio knew if there was any sort of system. And, peculiarly, the store had always appeared rather large compared to its humble exterior. One was advised caution when browsing, lest you'd be crushed by crates, or worse yet, trip some magical device. "You are in indeed in luck — I carry an assortment of various kinds." He held up a crossbow on the lighter side, even when hand crossbows were considered. "It all entirely depends on what you have to spend — this one, for example, is one of my finer ones. An intricate piece of equipment, this is. One can detach the grip and mount the barrel to this," he continued, showcasing a leather vambrace with straps to slot the crossbow. "Quite nifty. And the limbs fold. Handy if you want to, say, slip your sleeve over it. Not that I know why anybody would want that . . . A hundred gold. I can part with something more ordinary for eighty-five. And then there's the matter of bolts, of course. A case of wooden ones would be three gold pieces."
This message was last edited by the GM at 09:05, Wed 01 Sept 2021.