Mage Hand successfully carried the poison sac to the pool.
The next steps went very smoothly.
The poison sac was placed in the pool. Under Mage Hand's pressure, the pouch split open, and wisps of venom slowly seeped out, silently dissolving into the water.
Success!
Gauss controlled Mage Hand to sink the pouch to the bottom of the pool, then pinned it down with a rock to keep the goblins from noticing the foreign object.
Then he dispelled the spell.
All that remained was to wait for the results.
After leaving the goblin village, Gauss returned to the forest. As he chewed on some jerky, he cautiously watched what was happening in the village.
"Chirp, chirp!"
In the sweltering afternoon, cicadas buzzed incessantly in the forest.
Over the clearing, visible waves of heat billowed and rippled.
The temperature kept climbing.
Even Gauss, sheltered in the forest's shade, had taken out his waterskin and drunk from it several times, moistening his parched lips.
The goblins had it even worse.
Over the next hour or two,
Gauss saw that most of the goblins in the village had gone to the pool to scoop up water and drink, then returned to rest in their crude huts.
After a while, the medicine finally began to take effect.
The first victims were the goblin sentries on duty. They had been the earliest to drink the water.
A goblin that had been sleeping against a wall was jolted awake by a fierce cramp in its abdomen. Under Gauss's watchful eye, it crouched right beside the low wall and relieved itself on the spot.
A murky, brown, viscous substance erupted beneath the goblin like a burst floodgate.
The grass under its feet turned yellow-brown in an instant.
At first, it was just one. Then several others copied