Horror at the Hollow Hills
All is lost.
The stench of death fills your nostrils under the setting Shemite sun. You’ve been lying in the sand for Mitra knows how long. Through blood matted hair you watched as Kothian camp followers ransacked the bodies of the fallen. When the rag-pickers came round to you it was all too easy to play the corpse as they rifled through your pockets and satchels.
Slowly you rise from the desert floor as the cohort from Koth marches back from whence it came and disappears behind a wide plume of dust, turning the summer sun purple in the haze. The arid land’s opportunists fill the void left by the retreating warriors, scouring for choice morsels. Vulgar cries of bestial scavengers accent the wet sounds of the carrion feast lending the atmosphere a sinful euphony of despair and horror. Rising from the dead you frighten vultures as they dine on the soft entrails of your comrades. The rapacious buzzards flee your path and able off after less mobile prey.
One set of vultures to pick the bodies clean, another to pick the bones. The Kothian sluts left precious little in their wake. Across the field of battle rise others, like, you, casting desperate glances at the fallen. The captain and his horsemen are nowhere to be seen. The mighty Conan has seemingly led his men to slaughter, not to glory and riches.
[The first thing the PCs will likely do is establish their relationship to the mercenary outfit that has fallen this day and then set upon the bodies of the fallen to find usuable goods, particularly food and water. Little remains after the Kothians have left but a careful search ( taking about an hour, all told) turns up enough water for two days per PC, enough food for one day per PC ( two if the PCs are willing to eat food tainted blood, bile, and other internal fluids). If the PCs think about it they can kill up to 3 vultures before the birds decide to find easier pickings elsewhere.
Of weapons and armour little remains that is of value. A maximum of 25sp in weapons per PC can be gleaned from the dead, and no more than 1000sp, total, in armour can be found. Various other goods can be found totaling 75 sp along with fifty feet of rope.]
As you garner your meager supplies raided from your comrades you come across the body of the lieutenant, his prized blade broken, the tip buried deep in a Kothian breast you find a parchment case tucked into his girdle. Unscrewing the device a vellum scroll falls out, a map indicating Conan’s desired location for encampment, an oasis, deep in the Shemitish desert. The map gives no key nor indicates how far from the Kothian border the oasis lies, but the pass your corps took is clearly marked as are several landmarks ending with a palm grove named “the Hollow Hills”.
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