[center][h1]Bar [img]https://i.imgur.com/jrYtwhR.png[/img][/h1] [/center]

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[hider=mandatory tasks for collecting loot]
Bar walked over to the living goblins. He would aggressively take off their weapons and armor. He would not pay much attention to the goblins loincloths. And would leave it them on, if they had any.
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[hider=Talking to goblins]
"You want to live? You stay near Bar!" He pointed at himself. "Do what Bar tells you."
Sadly for most people listening this would end up sounding more or less like: 
[color=green]"Marna suka? Bar rec! Doucka reguk Bar meros!"[/color]
In Bars anger, he did not translate it to common.
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[hider=Goblin pile of loot]
His next activity would include the 2 goblins gathering the corpses and removing the various weapons, tools and materials upon bars instruction. They would place them all unto a big pile (as would be Bars instruction to the goblins and his custom). He would angrily direct himself to the rest of the group: 

"This is the loot pile. Anyone wants something? take it!"

He would kick one of the goblins to sit him down next to the bound up one.
The unkicked one he would command to pick up the bone necklace and would command it specifically to bow as he offered it to Bar. Bar would then angrily overlooked the goblin. 
His idea was that the Goblin(who he would later name Ealr Adementine II) would put it into his necklace of 'minion-names'. 

Sadly for the other goblins, there would only be one that Bar would not lose empathy for the next time he had a good nights rest. But for now, they would be useful. 

"I keep the rest!" Was his final angry exclamation. As he would point the goblin to be seated.
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[hider=corpses get mutilated] 
After Bar's hopefully serving goblins would have gathered the corpses of the dead, Bar would take his Axe-O-Meter to the corpses. Clearly within sight of the living ones, if they looked. 
In the beginning, his ongoing rage would still hold the upperhand. He turned some of the goblins into little piles of smashed goblin. 
Gradually he became more and more calm. His cuts became more precise as his rage started to wear off. He gathered some of the goblins parts. 
But ultimately only 2 goblin skulls survived the onslaught.
Needless to say he could never collect a liver someone's rapier has been through or a skull off of an exploded head. Whatever else he didn't partially cover himself in as he turned it to mash, he put in his bag.
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[hider=technical details, corpse mutilation gather]
5 rolls for survival.
1d20+2(for each)
"4,7,10,13,22" (=> 22 from a nat 20 :D)
Result: 2 goblin heads gathered.
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[hider= drama featuring M and Kiki]
Just after this moment, Bar walked past M. 
Bar would stop, put on an angry face, turn M to face him and lift him a few feet off the ground. 
"You! I know what you did! You can't just explode a head like that! There's a skull in there!" 
Surprised at M's wordless reaction, Bar would proceed:
"What do you have to say for yourself, minion!?"
A few seconds would have passed.
"Huh, speechless. That's what i thought!"
He would drop M back, without propper warning.
"Until further notice, you report to Seethe for your instructions!" He pointed at M's nose.
The saliva and bad morning breath that would come with the words were far from pleasant.
In the corner of his eye, Bar noticed a black spot. 
Barely looking, he identified Kiki. "And you too!" His thick finger pointing towards the young lady. Keeping himself and his finger at least one rapier distance from her at all times.
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[hider= unnfinished business]
Sounds: [color=green] Ruck nah Manook, huck rookah! [/color]
Translation: "This will become your food, if I didn't kick you." 
After his motivational speech of food to goblins, he would use his tinderbox to get a fire going.
He would take some of the first horse's smashed parts and put them on one of the stakes. All to hopefully feed the goblins without having to touch them.
[color=green] Marshmallowling [/color] "Horse on stick."
Having tried to cook the dish and served it to the goblin minions, he would tell the minions there would be more for later.
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[hider=Beating a dead horse]
The other horse would be Bar's favorite piece of work to date. 
"Master Seethe! There something you still wanted with this?"
Bar pointed at the horse-corpse.
After hearing Seethe's answer, a smile appeared on the half-orks face.
His new minions would now hopefully stretch out parts of the beast as Bar would swing carefully at each part. It might result in a nicely harvested horse. 
Harvesting a horse-skull, 4 legbones and 2 shoulderblades: Radius, humerus, scapula.
The horse-steaks he would gather, he would cook and keep them for later. All else that wasn't ruined by time, days worth of rot, little green fingers or cleavage, he would take with him. 
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[hider=technical details of all his attempted actions and TLDNR:]
-Emptying the living goblins.(Except for loincloths)
-Collecting loot and throwing it on a pile. "Everyone take what they want, i keep the rest."(taking the bone-necklage)
-Talking to goblins.(And translating most people say from orkish to common, from common to orkish)
-Making room on his necklace for one extra goblin.
-Mutilates and harvests goblins. survival check. 5d20+2 => 4,7,10,13,22 => 1nat20
-Talking to M and yelling to kiki from a safe distance. Message conveyed: Subject to Seethe and kill more without hitting skulls and livers/spleens.(Essentially)
-Cooking horsemeat for feeding goblins using stake.
-Mutilates and harvests second horse. survival check. 1d20+2 => 19
-tries to take most of the loot in the process.
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