Test3891 - The Blighted Ogres last stand

Korven is a pitiful sight to behold. A man asunder. 

Struck down not by iron or steel but instead by the unstopped jug by his side. He lays in a pool of his own vomit his jug tipped over beside him. 

His fine clothing spoiled and torn. Having lost one of his boots the sole of his left foot is crusted with dried blood from a dozen burst blisters. Korven snores loudly and stretches his neck smearing his face and matted hair in the vomit beneath him. 