>>6046551>>6046555>>6046577>>6046595>>6046622>>6046628>>6046709>>6046944>>6047021As you sit before your gathered possessions mulling over possible ways to equip yourself for tomorrow's raid, you come upon an idea. While the loose fabrics before you are not in a state to protect you from the elements, it could serve to brace your arm against a sword attack.
You test the idea by wrapping your left arm in loose fabrics. Ruined undershirts and torn skirt bottoms are cut into continuous strips that can be easily coiled around your arm. Fabrics with colors that might stand out – such as red or white – make up the bottom layers of the wrap. The outfacing portion of the wrap are made of green and brown fabrics, which might help keep you from standing out.
It takes a lot of layers, but eventually, you end up with something that might keep a blade from penetrating. You come up with the idea of layering a long bone or two within the wrap. Ideally, the brittle bones will give first and spare your arm from some of the impact. While the entire structure is pretty heavy for a weak goblin such as yourself, it will serve as valuable protection during tomorrow’s raid.
Maybe… you could do with some kind of projectile as well? To your disappointment, however, there doesn’t appear to be any metal or wood in the garbage pit that could make an effective ranged weapon.
While searching through the refuse, you came across a busted clay jug. Looking at the item gets your creative juices flowing, and an idea enters your head. You gather cracked and shattered pieces of bottles and crush them into finer pieces using rock. You mix the fine glass shards with grit from the back of the cave and pour the mixture into the busted clay jug. The jug is broken in such a way that your whole fist can fit through the top easily. While it is cracked down the side, and thus cannot hold liquid, the crack is narrow enough that your throwing mixture will not spill out of it. Your goblin hands are callous enough to handle the mixture without the threat of being cut.
You tie the jug to a longer strip of cloth and slip it over your shoulder, allowing the jug to hang at your waist like a satchel.
The grit-glass mixture is heavy enough to fly a decent distance, yet fine enough to blind a target. You practice throwing the mixture for a few palmfuls and are satisfied with the results.
Setting aside all you have prepared for tomorrow; you lay down to rest. Your rumbling stomach keeps you from reaching sleep quickly, but it does eventually overtake you.
You awaken early in the evening and stumble into the main chamber. The members of today's raiding party are partaking in the traditional pre-raid meal. They sit around the four-day-old body of a stag, stripping pieces of meat off its stinking body.
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