[i]Everything hurts...
It's so dark...
Mama, help...
I'm so scared...
Please...
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Griz's eyes shot open just as his body forcefully expels the water contained in his lungs and esophagus. Burning all the way. A violent coughing fit as he tried to remove any vestiges of water out of his lungs. Leaving him breathing haggardly as he tries to regain his bearing in the darkness. Hazy and blurred eyed his surroundings, hoping that the moonlight would serve enough illumination. There were dozens of what seemed to be trees. An odd bush or so. And a totem that caused the goblin's heart to sink to the pit of his stomach.

An Orcish war totem.

A sturdy looking stick with a stag skull that bore the symbol of their god, painted black and red. At the bottom of the stick were stones to keep the stick standing tall and proud, and just after the stones laid the skulls of many a foolish trespasser...or sacrifice. Several were small, goblin-sized skulls. The remaining four were from larger humanoids but Griz couldn't distinguish if it were from a human, an elf, a halfling, or a dwarf. More skulls meant that this was an area where Orcs would find victims often and would be patrolling this area more than usual. [color=khaki]"Shit..."[/color] He wheezed out as he stumbled to his feet and looked around for his hunting knife. Thankfully, the large blade was only a few feet away from his position. At least some of the gods smiled on him. He sheathes the knife and does his best to find a clearing in the dark woods so that he can at least know how far he was from the village.