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There is a disused dirt road two horsecarts wide leading out from End Main, ploughing through the Skirts there and going on for a Time's distance to a cleared field.
It had been a meadow, you guess, but all the digging's left the wide shallow pit of overturned dirt that you guess is the Mass Grave.
There are smaller ones about it, looking like they held singles and doubles, hastily buried.
You try those first.
Stuffing your ears with rags, your banditchief on, and the cracked mining helmet just to keep the sun out of your eyes, you get diggy with a broken spade.
You're sleepy from last night, but you can still push. You determine to push past full sun-up (9++ - 10am) before you go nappybye, out of the worst of noon.
The ones in the shallower graves were buried whole, but with their necks chopped and a woody spike into the chest. Poity wolf-teefs and slightly poity ears. Not poity like Binny or Gobby ears; they look mostly Humie, just a little...off.
They're well rotted down too; buggs n grubbs have been in and out thorough. No longer moist, just soil-damp. These dedders been buried munfs.
Nothing to lewt neither: the few clothes they have on, and no shoes, are too worn and tatty for any use.
You shove two Graves worth of these dedders innada Pouch and start a little on the big Mass Grave.
You stop before you reach any dedders because the sun's fully up and baking, take a drink and munch under a dry bush.
Then you gather a whole bunch of dry leaf litter to spread and spread around the bush. Then you crawl innada bush, lay on your belly, and heap the leftover litter over you.
It's comfy.
The ground is cool, the bush keeps the worst of the heat out; you are fully hidden under the litter, and sleeping on your belly leaves you ready to spy and skut the moment anything crunches the dry litter you've spread around the bush. No one who didn't know how to look (Tracking 1, or Knowledge: Survival 2, or Knowledge: Goblin 2) would have a chance at finding you.
You catch Zs undisturbed until sun-drop(3pm), and continue at the Mass Grave again. It's quite deep down, even with the ground already sunk.
To keep positive you mutter a little song as you work.
>GOBB da KILLA
>(can he gibb dems)
>GOBB da KILLA
>(yiss he kans)
You know you're reaching when the soil starts turning a little blacky smoke smelly. Then it's dedders, lots of them. Only, no heads, the middle of their chests chopped out empty, doused with oil under a heap of wood and torched.
You take about twenty off these, with the feeling they won't be much good. Funny dedders n spookies don't like fire; the Plague won't like it much either. You're just taking them because you've already reached them, and just in case Seafood can make something oudda dems. Who knows. He made your feet stick to the ground [i:lit]and[/i:lit] a room-spook spell just with the blood of a vipey snek; give him a heap of burned beheaded and heart-chopped dedders and see what happens.
