[Ibukk]
[Level: 8]
[Class: Pillager]
[Fighter Style: Warrior]
[Class Skills: Looting Sight, Intimidating Aura]
[Fighter Skills: Crush, Dash]
[Magical Possessions: None]
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[Frogg]
[Level: 5]
[Class: Necromancer]
[Fighter Style: Mage]
[Class Skills: Raise Corpse II]
[Fighter Skills: Dark Blast]
[Magical Possessions: None]
From the shadows cast upon him by the trees, Adal watched the goblins sitting around the campfire.
He slowly manoeuvred himself so that he could get a closer look and hear what they were speaking about.
There were two goblins.
Ibukk, the level 8 pillager. He was a hideous thing, around 5'0 in height, with dark green skin and two teeth that were so long that they stuck out of his mouth. His eyes were droopy, and his body was skinny, except for his belly, which looked swollen. He was dressed in makeshift rags made from what seemed to be cowhide, and he held a wooden club in his hand.
As for the woman... Adal was surprised.
