The redcap drops his weapon.
Sefayll debates the situation, then decides to cast a charm on the diminutive fellow.
"Fock yoo!" yells the redcap and it scampers off down the tunnel.
"Do we carry on down the caverns?
"I have exhausted most of my strength and could use a rest. Having said that, I think it would be a good idea to try to figure out where these caves go and if they lead into the giant fortress. Once we determine this, we can return to the cave and prepare for the next step."
Camilo nods agreement, then assuming no one else speaks up, moves forward again..
The adventurers continue to wind through the low, narrow tunnels.
"Looks like we are on our way out, there's light ahead. May want to be quiet." Camlo whispers before continuing to move forward.
Camlo moves ahead to scout.
The cave is cluttered by tiny mounds of carefully sorted junk—bones, scraps of armor, broken weapons, stones, dead rats, and chitin harvested from large vermin. Close by, a net hammock hangs from a pair of stalagmites. In it lounges a small reptilian humanoid with red skin, idly sharpening the head of its spear to a fine point.
It doesn't seem to notice Camlo.
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Camlo will sneak back and then relay that information to the others...
"The narrow tunnel opens out into a much larger chamber, perhaps forty feet across and twenty feet high. There are tall, wide exits to the north and east, as well as the small tunnel he has approached from entering to the south-west.
"The cave is cluttered by tiny mounds of carefully sorted junk—bones, scraps of armor, broken weapons, stones, dead rats, and chitin harvested from large vermin.
"There's a reptilian thing in there too, lounging in a hammock with a spear. I don't think it saw me."
"Describe the reptilian to me. How large was it? Bipedal? Two arms, two legs, tail?"
Musing, "Maybe we have found an alternate entrance - those sound like doors sized for giants. Is this creature a pet, a guard, a prisoner?"
"Either way it might possess some valuable information. Perhaps this is a worthwhile target for your mind magicks, Hellknight?"
"It was human-ish shaped and sharpening it's claws on it's spear, so intelligent enough to use weapons... It didn't look liek a pet, or prisoner. But if it's a guard, it's a lazy one."
"Either way it might possess some valuable information. Perhaps this is a worthwhile target for your mind magicks, Hellknight?"
"Possibly. Camlo, do you think you can lure him to us or would it be better to go to him? It will be difficult for me to not be detected if he's paying any attention at all."
"I can give it a try, trow some stones, make some noise, draw him through the caves a bit? Something like that?"
Sefayll prepares to cast charm person on the kobold after Camlo baits it into the tunnel.
Camlo creeps back up the tunnel until the kobold comes into view. It is still sharpening its spear while humming to itself.
The kobold sits up in its hammock and peers down the tunnel.
Seemingly not having spotted Camlo, it climbs nimbly down and begins trotting up the tunnel to investigate, spear in hand.
Sefayll awaits the creature around a blind corner, ready to cast when it comes into view. She's pushed and cajoled the others into remaining farther back down the tunnel to avoid scaring it. She makes no attempt to hide herself and simply sits cross-legged on the floor while she waits hoping that she seems less of a threat.
Seeing it before Camlo is a bit disconcerting, however, which might affect her reaction time as she casts the spell.
The kobold trots round the corner and finds Sefayll.
It barely misses a beat as it howls a war cry and charges straight at the seated wizard.
Sefayll narrows her eyes, but stays with the original plan. Without standing, she expertly runs through the motions of a charm against her small adversary.
The kobold pauses, then says in accented Common, "Hey, sorry."
It barely misses a beat as it howls a war cry and charges straight at the seated wizard.
Sefayll waves her hand. In Common, she says, "It's nothing. I shouldn't expect to surprise one such as you without a response. Please, join me. Perhaps you can tell me where we find ourselves. We seem to be a bit lost."
"Huh? I'll say your lost. This is Jorgenfist. I'm Enga. I look after this place."
"Jorgenfist. What is Jorgenfist, then? An enclave of dragonkin like yourself?"
"Nah! Dragonkin? Pfft - waste of time they are, gave them the flick a long time back. It's full of giants, under Lord Mokmurian." She - for it is a she - puffs out her chest. "Only I'm the match of any giant - I proved it to Mokmurian! Fought him in the wastes, made it a draw. So he put me in charge of minding the back door here, make sure no intruders get in this way." She looks a little confused for a moment, like she has forgotten something, then shrugs. "So, who are you?"
"Merely travelers that have lost our way. We have not seen many giants in this area. Who is Lord Mokmurian? Is he a giant, then? If he is, you must be very powerful to fight him to a draw."
Illes nudges Alwyn, "Sounds like she calmed it down. Lets find out."
When Sefayll hears the others approach, she adds, "Ah, yes, my friends. I can vouch for them. I will let them introduce themselves. You can call me Val."
"OK, Val, any friend of yours... Anyway, yeah, Mokmurian - he's a wizard as well as a giant, so yeah, he was a bit of a challenge. All of the other giants are sh1t-scared of him, but I slowed him down. Heh! Surprised you haven't seen any gaints, it's swarming with them up there. Anyway, this place is some giant holy place or something. Mokmurian's doing something important here, but I'm not sure what - wizard stuff, y'know?"