Eirvit wrote:

Gundrabu places his hands within the pack, unless Votin makes to remove them with his axe.

Only one hand will fit through the bag's opening with the barbarian in his current position.

Eirvit wrote:

Gundrabu uses one hand to fit through the bag opening.

which one, thumb-adorned or naked?

Iron Ranger wrote:

Eirvit wrote:

Gundrabu uses one hand to fit through the bag opening.

which one, thumb-adorned or naked?

You ask a question like that, I have to go with the thumb-adorned one! 😲

Kondor jerks awake instinctively reaching for his sword. Disoriented, the throb in his swollen jaw reminds him of recent events. Night has come. A small fire crackles in a makeshift pit, its wispy smoke fills his lungs.
Tillak sits beside him chewing on a piece of rawhide. 

Eirvit wrote:

Iron Ranger wrote:

Eirvit wrote:

You ask a question like that, I have to go with the thumb-adorned one! 😲

Ha! Just checking.

Gundrabu slips his hand inside and feels 
a folded Poncho/Cape
a Tinderbox
a number of small Torches
2 large empty Leather pouches
a small pouch filled with coins
and a bundle of iron rations
 

Gundrabu pulls out what feels like a bundle or iron rations. His stomach roars.

There are 6 slivers of dried deer, and 4 hard biscuits.

Iron Ranger wrote:

Eirvit wrote:

Iron Ranger wrote:

Ha! Just checking.

Gundrabu slips his hand inside and feels 
a folded Poncho/Cape
a Tinderbox
a number of small Torches
2 large empty Leather pouches
a small pouch filled with coins
and a bundle of iron rations
 

Gundrabu pulls out what feels like a bundle or iron rations. His stomach roars.

There are 6 slivers of dried deer, and 4 hard biscuits.

Gundrabu devours one sliver of dried deer and one hard biscuit. Then, if nothing transpires during his hasty meal, he wraps himself in his furs and goes to sleep.

SullyB74 wrote:

Tillak looks at Kondor, relieved. "I'm glad that you're well, Brother. Here, I have a piece of seabird for you. The huntsman has gone to the river to look for Gundrabu. We should go and find them." 

Tillak +1HP

bald_headed_yeti wrote:

Votin is not able to offer resistance to Gundrabu's efforts...

"If you mean me no harm , take what you need but remember those who have none."

Turning his head Votin tries to make out the others around him.

"The lizard did not kill me then? So be it...I will join the spirits another time.

I am called Votin...I am of the Wolf Striders...we live among the wilds somewhat aways from here.

What became of the mighty warriors fighting the man beasts?

They must be powerful indeed to face the beasts without weapons or clothing?"
 

[Votin +900XP for taking on certain death.]

After assisting Gondrabu with the near dead barbarian in getting him down from the steep slope, Sigrun helps the man get comfort and rests on her haunches. “I would rather us find a place not so exposed, but he should not be moved. He needs rest, and sleep. We will no in the ‘morrow if the gods favor him with life.  You sleep as well, Gondrabu. I will stay and watch over you two.”

Iron Ranger wrote:

Kondor jerks awake instinctively reaching for his sword. Disoriented, the throb in his swollen jaw reminds him of recent events. Night has come. A small fire crackles in a makeshift pit, its wispy smoke fills his lungs.
Tillak sits beside him chewing on a piece of rawhide. 

Kondor jerks awake, drawing his sword in an adrenaline rush - then stopping, as he sees Tillak offering him food.

"Where is she?" Kondor stuffs the food into his mouth, then continues after swallowing. "Some... arse-faced viking woman with a spear, snuck up behind me while I was watching the dragon. Out of nowhere, spear to my face, then struck me upside the head when I turned around. What in the alien-winds-of-the-void was the point?! Reminds me of that idiot thief, Malik. Yikes! Look out for her, Tillak, she's trouble."