Spoils of the Ashen Line

The battlefield is a grisly knot of cult ritual, scavenged alchemy, and stitched-together monstrosity. Among the broken ranks and scorched ground, the fallen cultist still clutches a tarnished token of faith, the kobold's satchel gives up usable reagents, and the dragonflesh grafter leaves behind prized pieces of scaled flesh and bone. The damaged flesh golems have little of true worth beyond their bindings and hardware, but the aftermath still yields enough practical salvage and a few valuables to reward a level 4 party without feeling overgenerous.