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"How many Rot Hide Gnolls did we kill today?" I ask , as we sit surveying the carnage in the field below.
"I don't know. 40 maybe?" Karibou is wiping the blood and ichor off of his sword.
"Filthy buggars. I hope the apothecary will be happy with the embalming fluid we collected from them. Ooh, I think I'll ask him if he has enough extra for another embalming treatment. I think I'm starting to rot again."
"Dude . . .." Karibou shakes his head. Clearly it was more than he needed to know.
"So, what's up with your name?" I ask as look through all the potentially valuable rubbish I picked off the rot hides.
"What do you mean?"
"Karibou kind of sounds like someone who's in touch with nature, like a druid or something. It's just strange since, you know, our goal in unlife is not so much to be in touch with nature as it is to kill it and twist it into a something resembling our own hideous state of undeath."
Karibou shrugs and stands up. Clearly he's decided he has no back-story either. "Let's go back to town and give this crap to the apothecary," he says.
"God I hate Brill." I mutter as we lope breathlessly (literally) back towards town.
"I know, it's a fucking rat's nest," he shakes his head.
"You know, I understand that as magically reanimated corpses we don't really worry about comfort anymore, but still, you'd think someone would pick up a fucking hammer at some point and fix the gaping holes in the walls. Seriously, we're supposed to be at war with the alliance and here we are with buildings that look like they'll collapse the next time we get a breeze passing through."
"Tru dat."
"I mean, for god's sake, pretty much all we have to worry about anymore is the war with humans and brewing up a new plague to rid the world of them once and for all. But I mean, we don't need to eat, sleep, take baths, nothing. I mean, I've got a lot of fucking time on my hands these days, and I can only roam the forests killing rot hides so much before it starts to get a little dull, you know?"
Karibout nods, clearly, and somewhat ironically, already bored with the conversation.
"I mean, you'd think a few of us would be resurrected neat freaks and would spend all this time we got obsessively cleaning and fixing up the place. Don't you think?"
"I dunno, maybe. Oh hey, there it is," Karibou points ahead, clearly eager to change the conversation.
"It's as lovely as I remember," I say as we head down the hill and into town. God I hate Brill.
***********LATER*************
"You know, I think I'm going to Undercity for a few days," I say as we pocket the pittance the apothecary gave us for our troubles.
"Why's that?" Karibou asks.
"I'm thinking of picking up a trade of some sort to fill in the hours when we're not out killing things." I think, looking off in the distance towards the ruined castle.
"A trade? You mean like sewing?" He seems doubtful.
"Well, I don't think I'm going to learn sewing per se, but something."
"Well, you go learn your knitting. I'm going to stay here and, you know, fight threats to the Forsaken."
"Hah, you do that. See you in a few days."
"Later. Hey, knit me a sweater while you're there."
"Bastard." And with that, I trot off to Undercity to find my non-sewing tradeskill destiny.
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