Everyone went around the battlefield gathering any useful items from the dead goblins. Mythe went around gathering his knives from where they had landed. The goblins didn’t have much of value on them. The real value was in the recovery of the ore that they had been hired to retrieve. Despite the morbid situation they found themselves in, all of them felt stronger and more powerful. A strong sense of having improved in their first real battle together gave them confidence.  … More Recovery and Return

Brenna knelt in the soft white snow, studying the tracks of the goblins they were following. They were two hours behind their quarry and needed to find them fast. With her observations she was able to determine that although the goblins had a two hour head start, they were hauling something extremely heavy that forced them to move slowly through the snow. They had a chance yet, of catching up to the scavengers and taking back the rightful property of the dwarves that paid them for the recovery.  … More A Clash of Steel

Snow stretched into the horizon as the group of adventurers and reluctant partners trudged forward. The group walked for hours. They traveled through a long valley, also covered in immaculate, white snow. Ahead was a rise and beyond it a small mountain where the dwarves had been digging. The site of digging was unmistakable. It was marked with a large red splash. It was the remains of the poor dwarf that had fallen to the Yeti’s rampage.  … More Ore and Blood