Hroth, after taking care of his wound, one that he had been living with for 2 years, took out a small scroll of paper that was hidden away in his armor. It was an instruction manual for two different things.
Creating Flaming Skull Familiars and Binding souls.
Hroth was planning on tackling the first one. He knew it wouldn't be too hard, the curse helped him out with this kind of dark magic.
The first step: removing any and all flesh from the skull of the victim. So, Hroth went about his grisly work of skinning, cleaning, and debraining the poor old goblin's corpse. It didn't take too long, maybe thirty minutes. Then, pulling out one of the sternums, Hroth began to inscribe certain runic symbols around the gem and on the skull. They were incredibly archaic, lacking any of the smooth, curving lines of the court mages that Hroth had seen as a boy. But they got the job done.
Finished with the preparations, Hroth only needed to bind the goblin's soul to the gem and the skull. Thankfully, his curse tended to attract these sorts of things. Placing the skull behind the gem, Hroth began the incantation. His words came out haltingly and uncertain, but eventually, the esoteric cantrips finally worked their way out.
The gem turned a brilliant red as the skull jumped into the air, laughing and on fire. It flew around its newfound master for a few seconds before stopping abrubtly. The skull stared at the direction that Hroth had come from.
(For Manon's perspective:
Hroth has nothing but boxers on right now. His muscles are easily seen, rippling underneath his skin (not in some weird gross way, but like you can see them whenever he moves). The markings from his curse are easily seen in the moonlight clearing, glowing with a sickly, black light.)