<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8d/Jarett_North.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Merry </strong><br/><strong>Perception: 12 </strong><br/><strong>Current Hp: 10/10</strong><br/><strong>Action: </strong>Search the ambush site for bodies or tracks<br/><strong>AC: 12</strong><br/><br/>Rolls: Survival check At 2020-04-23 03:32:24, Polymorph (uid: 17259) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=146355)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Merry's eyes went wide as her rapier cleanly ran the Goblin through. The dying Goblin looked directly at her in shock and dropped it's weapon to clutch feebly at the blade skewering it. Then it gave a peculiar gurgle and coughed up a trickle of blood from it's snarling lips and simply died. The bard continued to stare at the fallen Goblin for a second or two, though her father had taken her hunting this was the first sentient creature she had killed.<br/><br/>Merry shook her head to clear it as she pulled her rapier out of the body. Arveene was already busily searching the fallen Goblins and there could possibly be more in the area.<em>"sorry gals, looks like I chose the wrong side of the track to scout."</em>She apologised.<br/><br/>Since there had been no bodies beside the horses Merry surmised either the rider's were hidden nearby or had been taken away. Living or dead they should be recovered. She stooped and cleaned her bloodied rapier on the dead Goblin's clothing and then set about a widening search of the immediate area for the riders or a clue to their whereabouts.