Dorial's windblast knocks down both of the little slave kobolds in front of her, bringing real fear into their eyes.
Once again, Lekmek and the king nearly drop their weapons, but take the pain rather than give them up. The King barks at lekmek and the burly kobold moves, cutting off Kast's exit. The King moves as well, stepping up to the Warrior and swinging once more.
Lekmek grins and strikes as well.
The King misses, and barks something at Lekmek, wiping the grin from his face.
Round 9, Init 17
Dorial: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24
King
Lekmek
Simon: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Nimeon: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Othoe: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Chrystosm: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 4-
Kast: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (3) + 0 = 3
three scared slaves -1
New guys: 1d20 + 2 -0
Round 9, Initiative 4
Weapon Equipped = Dagger
Conditions = Endure Elements, -3 strength (damage)
Arcane Bond = 1/1
Pearl of Power (first) = 0/1
Force Missile = 5/7
Wizard Spells Remaining:
0) Detect Magic, Prestidigitation, Ray of Frost*, Spark
1) Grease, Magic Missile* w/ Topple x1
2) Flaming Sphere*, Glitterdust, Knock, Scorching Ray*
3) Haste
Othoe looks around him. I'm the rear guard all right. This is NOT good. He launches another Magic Missile w/ Toppling Spell at his foes.
He casts defensively...
vs DC 17
...and fails!
Othoe looks grim as his magics fail him. He considers calling for help, but he knows from the sounds of combat that the front is still engaged. He trudges on, digging in with his dagger at the ready, blocking any attacks past him to the children beyond. He reflexively tries to adjust the wig he no longer wears.
Round 9
HP = 31/39
AC (N/T/FF) = 20/13/17
Weapon Equipped = Longbow
Arrows = 33/40
Silver Arrows = 50/50
Cold Iron Arrows = 50/50
Speed = 20'
Lay on Hands = 1/1 (1d6)
Smite Evil = 1/1 (+2 hit, +3 damage, +2 AC vs. target)
Status Effects = -2 STR
With the slurk downed Nimeon focuses his assault on the rider, still furious at having been out smarted.
Nimeon's arrows fly over Javros' and Othoe's head, sticking into the slurk rider like pins in a cushion. He jerks, first one way, then another, but he doesn't fall; only strength of will and the slurk slime keep him upright.
Round 9, Init 3
Heedless of the foes around him, Kast keeps his attention on the King, determined to be perfect. He strikes again with the Iron Quill. He 5' steps to strike at the king.
to hit; (haste, smite, PA)
damage;
Haste:
to hit; (haste, smite, PA)
damage.
Perfection, Kast. As Irori teaches us.
Kast steps perfectly to one side, striking the King with all his might before perfectly missing with his second attack.
Round 9, init 4-
Chrystosm dances around the battlefield
Then swings his battleaxe at the kobold, his blade bouncing off his opponent's armour in a spray of white sparks.
Simon blinks from his stupor and slugs to action, helping Othoe with the defense of the children. Simon moves in front of the children and grips at a kobold with his smoking hands.
Simon blinks from his stupor and slugs to action, helping Othoe with the defense of the children. Simon moves in front of the children and grips at a kobold with his smoking hands.
1d20 + 4
1d6 + 2
1d20 + 4
1d6 + 2
1d20 + 4
1d6 + 2
Dorial's windblast knocks down both of the little slave kobolds in front of her, bringing real fear into their eyes.
Once again, Lekmek and the king nearly drop their weapons, but take the pain rather than give them up. The King barks at lekmek and the burly kobold moves, cutting off Kast's exit. The King moves as well, stepping up to the Warrior and swinging once more.
The King misses, and barks something at Lekmek, wiping the grin from his face.
Simon comes out of his fugue and funnels a shout to shatter eardrums at the creatures attacking Othoe. The two on foot are quick and able to shield their ears enough, but the one on slurkback is stunned by the sudden deafening noise.
Nimeon's arrows fly over Javros' and Othoe's head, sticking into the slurk rider like pins in a cushion. He jerks, first one way, then another, but he doesn't fall; only strength of will and the slurk slime keep him upright.
Othoe tries to get off a topping missile, but can't focus enough to make it work.
Chrystosm tries to move behind Lekmek, but Lekmek gets a surprisingly swift attack, knocking Chrystosm back to where he started.
Kast steps perfectly to one side, striking the King with all his might before perfectly missing with his second attack.
Javros tries as well, but he also fails to cast anything. Kimi slings another stone but it misses the prone kobolds on the other side of Dorial.
Round 10, Dorial is up
Dorial: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24
King
Lekmek
Simon: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Nimeon: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Othoe: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Chrystosm: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 4-
Kast: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (3) + 0 = 3
three scared slaves -1
New guys: 1d20 + 2 -0
Round 10 | Initiative 24
The weapons continue to burn in the hands of Lekmek and the King.
Taking the opportunity with both kobolds laying on the floor before her , Dorial launches a sphere of flame at the King.
HP: 36/37
Status:
Equipped: light shield
Available: dart x3, light shield
Wind Blast (Su): 5/7
Wild Shapes (Su): 1/2
Spells:
0) Detect Magic, Create Water, Light, Purify Food and Drink
1) Produce Flame (2), Entangle, Obscuring Mist, Whispering Wind (Domain)
2) Flaming Sphere, Wind Wall (Domain)
3) Gaseous Form (Domain), Mass Feather Step
Round 10, Init 17
The King laughs, nimbly dancing around the sphere. Smoke curls up from his clawed hands from the heat of the metal.
He takes another swipe at the Sacrifice in front of him.
He barks something at the prone kobolds on the ground, then grins at Kast.
"You should yield! We will feast you as a proper sacrifice with high honors."
Lekmek grimaces and nearly drops his weapon, but whatever the King barked at the slaves on ground has a heartening effect on Lekmek's reserve. Still, with so little progress on Kast, he instead turns his attention on Chrystosm, swinging at his head, but misses by a decent margin.
Round 10, Initiative 4
Weapon Equipped = Dagger
Conditions = Endure Elements, -3 strength (damage)
Arcane Bond = 1/1
Pearl of Power (first) = 0/1
Force Missile = 5/7
Wizard Spells Remaining:
0) Detect Magic, Prestidigitation, Ray of Frost*, Spark
1) Grease, Magic Missile* w/ Topple
2) Flaming Sphere*, Glitterdust, Knock, Scorching Ray*
3) Haste
Othoe again tries to cast...
vs DC 17
…and succeeds!
Othoe throws his last Magic Missile w/ Toppling Spell at the kobolds arrayed before him.
on K5
on K6
Round 10
Simon rushes past Othoe, the stunned froggie rider, and the leering kobolds, using his agility to avoid provoking an attack from the latter. Moving out into the chamber, he holds out his hands and burbles sending a wave of flame washing over the foes.
Round 10, init 4-
Chrystosm drops to the floor, slides between LekMek's LegMegs, then leaps up, attempting to hamstring the kobold as he does so.
Round 10
HP = 31/39
AC (N/T/FF) = 20/13/17
Weapon Equipped = Longbow
Arrows = 31/40
Silver Arrows = 50/50
Cold Iron Arrows = 50/50
Speed = 20'
Lay on Hands = 1/1 (1d6)
Smite Evil = 1/1 (+2 hit, +3 damage, +2 AC vs. target)
Status Effects = -2 STR
Feeling the urge for some thrilling heroics, Nimeon barrels bast Dorial and the two prone kobold slaves and into the room.
Round 10, Init 3
Kast reels from the blow from the king, wobbly on his twisted left leg.
Kast grunts as he 5' teeters into the square emptied by Chrystosm, finding room to swing the Quill again at the King.
to hit; (haste, smite, PA)
damage.
Haste:
to hit; (haste, smite, PA)
damage.
Soldiers bleed. Soldiers die.
Kast awaits the blow that will either fell it or him.
Simon rushes past Othoe, the stunned froggie rider, and the leering kobolds, using his agility to avoid provoking an attack from the latter. Moving out into the chamber, he holds out his hands and burbles sending a wave of flame washing over the foes.
Othoe casts as well, sending violent missiles of force at the same targets. K5, and k6 fall where they stand, while KR4 smokes from atop his very dead steed. The rear guard is safe for the moment.
Meanwhile, at the front of the tunnel,
Nimeon charges into the room, hoping to help Kast. A bloodied, leering, jeering Medium sized Kobold wearing an ornate crown faces off against the erstwhile hero from across the room.
Chrystosm slides through Lekmek's legs, surprising the burly little goblin, but is unable to connect with his blow.
Kast reels from the blow from the King, nearly toppling on his bad side. He quickly makes a 5' step and slams the mighty quill into the King, nearly cleaving in two. Moaning and gurgling, the king begins to shrink.
Seeing the King fall, the two slaves and Lekmek hold up their hands and slink smaller, a universal sign of surrender.
Whew
"A little help for Javros? Who has the wand, one of our charges got a little too close to the action and caught a blow. Thanks Simon for the fire. I do like a little fire." Othoe grins.
He then checks on the waif to make sure he's OK.
"Now remember, you need to stay inside the party for safety."
Hearing the cry for a wand, Dorial makes her way through the tight tunnel to join the rear guard.
She draws it off her belt, "Here we are."
Once she's certain that Javros is safe, she'll return back to the front to check on the hero. "Kast, your wounds looks severe. Let's get you patched up quickly."
Simon tends to the children as his fear fades and his voice returns. "Little ones, you must let us adults fight the mean creatures and keep you safe."
Joining the rest of the group, Simon blanches at the deposed king and his cowering minion. "You green scaled kobolds, do you know Kibbo?
Kast uses the Iron Quill for support as his breathing labors and blood flows. He stares at his fallen foe, barely noticing the ministrations of Dorial.
"Thank you for teaching me about battle, 'King'. I have learned much and you have sent me on a path to perfection."
With that, he coup de quills the 'King', ending his evil forever.
When Dorial's healing takes effect, Kast raises his eyes to Dorial's and smiles.
"Soldiers bleed. And some soldiers win," Kast says. "Come, we should clean up here and get these children to safety."
Kast will ask for a few more hits of the wand.
healing 38/50
healing 37/50
healing 36/50
Kast will cast Detect Magic and search the King.
Javros, on the very verge of death just a few moments ago, heals beneath the magic of the wand.
"Othoe?" he says quietly. "Did we get them? Where's Hollin?"
The rest of the kobolds shake their heads as Simon talks, and after a moment, it's clear that they don't speak common, not even Lekmek. Looking around for Kibbo, it also becomes clear that he's slipped off somewhere.
Simon looks to his companions for help, "Where did Kibbo go? Snuck off he did, can anyone talk to these kobolds? The green ones might tell us where Hollin is being kept?"
Chrystosm scratches his head with his handaxe, remembering just in time to turn it around and use the blunt side.
"We need to find Hollin"
He looks around vaguely for clues
Frustrated that the King fell before tasting Erastil's vengeance, Nimeon takes a moment to remember that paladins are not allowed to torture captives for information. Focusing on his own skills he searches the room for clues.
Nimeon's sharp ears pick up the faint sounds of koboldic conversation down the tunnel to the east. Moving closer, he finds kibbo, on his knees before a jewel draped female kobold. Looking up as she senses Nimeon, she brushes right past him to Nimeon, batting her eyes, and swaying her tail.
"You big king now, sexy huu-man?"
Nimeon blinks as the kobold approaches, then tenses as he suspects a trap. The sinew of his bow-string can be heard as he pulls back slightly on the arrow.
"No closer, or you die. Where are the children?"
Chrystosm, meanwhile hears a faint whimper from down the tunnel, past the scene in the side chamber.
Kast will cast Detect Magic and search the King.
Kast coughs, wondering what he found on the King.
Nimeon blinks as the kobold approaches, then tenses as he suspects a trap. The sinew of his bow-string can be heard as he pulls back slightly on the arrow.
"No closer, or you die. Where are the children?"
She blinks, then her mouth widens. At first it seems a growl, or threat to bite, but her tone puts a smile in it, almost a simper.
"Maybe we die together, just a little, hmmm big king slayer?" She doesn't stop, but slows to an even slower, slinkier motion. "If you want children, we can have children. We even have nursery, so not so big a deal."
Seeing Javros healed, Othoe turns his attention to the kobolds in custody and begins to hiss and spit.
Lekmek spits at Othoe's feet, but the other kobolds answer him, moving to put a distance between Lekmek and themselves with at least one of the heroes in between them.
Othoe instinctively reaches out and slaps Lekmek across the face. But he got what he wanted, and tells the others.
"The kobold says the children are on the alter awaiting sacrifice. Through here." he points down the tunnel past Nimeon.
Othoe too (if there's still time) will cast Detect Magic and look for wealth along with Kast (who's been doing it a while longer).
Kast will cast Detect Magic and search the King.Kast coughs, wondering what he found on the King.
The king lights up like the sky at night, his crown, his cape, his ax, and one of the rings radiating magic.
“Man-feller” +1 human bane battleaxe(medium sized),
Cloak of Elvenkind, now too large on the small kobold,
2 gold lip rings, one of which is magical (ring of prot +1),
4 gold earrings, one with a large diamond inset. (50 gp each for 3, 1,050 for the diamond one)CROWN OF THE KOBOLD KING
Aura strong transmutation; CL 12th
Slot helmet; Price 15,000 gp
Description
Merlokrep’s crown is as old as his tribe, and
the burnished bronze heirloom has passed
from king to king for centuries. The blood
rite mumbled by Jekkajak might or might
not exist, but even without this ceremony the
crown invests its wearer with power. Wearing
the crown grants a +2 enhancement bonus to
Charisma and a +2 natural armor bonus. You
are immune to the frightful presence ability
of all dragons. If you are a sorcerer you cast
spells at +1 caster level.
Construction
Requirements Craft Wondrous Item, barkskin,
eagle’s splendor; Cost 7,500 gp, 600 XP
Turning his gaze to the other area radiating as well, Lekmek's heavy pick also appears to be magical.
These are probably the wealthiest kobolds ever. The king shines with magic, and his spitting henchman also wields, or rather, wielded,, a magical weapon.
Chrystosm shields his eyes, dazzled by the bling encrusting his recently defeated foes, then pricks up his ears at the faint sounds emanating from the sacrificial chamber.
"Through there?", he asks, in reply to Othoe. "Children?"
Still blinking slightly, he turns and lopes off in the direction of the whimpers.
"Anyone else coming?"
"Last warning, show me to the human children you've stolen or die."
"Last warning, show me to the human children you've stolen or die."
Vreggma tries one more time to interest Nimeon in a little walk on the wild side, but then steps back and tips her head, her gaze narrowed and appraising.
"I show you children, you leave all my shinies? Go away and make me Queen?"
Chrystosm shields his eyes, dazzled by the bling encrusting his recently defeated foes, then pricks up his ears at the faint sounds emanating from the sacrificial chamber.
"Through there?", he asks, in reply to Othoe. "Children?"
Still blinking slightly, he turns and lopes off in the direction of the whimpers.
"Anyone else coming?"
From up ahead, comes the sound of chanting, and beneath a whisper of a familiar voice.
Kast grabs the crown and the all the magic (including Lekmek's pick) and grumbles.
"This place is like the kobold Falcon's Hollow...more and more twisted and evil the more one looks at it."
Kast holds the Iron Quill and looks at Lekmek, pondering how to most perfectly end the kobold and possibly this entire evil tribe.
Kast does some deep breathing to calm and center his thoughts...and to avoid flying into a righteous rage and slaying the entire tribe.
Instead, he follows Nimeon and trusts the halfelf to keep things calm.
"Coming Chrysto!" Kast limps along.
Nimeon barely contains a snarl as he resists the urge to feather the kobold.
"You show us to the children and allow us to leave here with all of the humans you've taken and you can make yourself Queen."
"NOW!"
Unable to make anything specific out, Chrystosm drops into a crouch and pads down the corridor towards the noises, looking back in the faint hope that someone else has decided to come with him and feeling a bit better once he sees Kast's silhouette looming up behind.
Simon runs with Chrystosm as he springs after the missing child. Speech already escapes him again as the tension mounts.
Vreggma pouts, preens and sways back the way she came, then points down the tunnel.
Chrystosm pads down the tunnel, stopping in the shadows where he might view the room unseen.
Dominated by a gruesome blood stained altar, the room is otherwise unadorned. Tied upon the altar, Tyran Moonsliver lays adorned in elaborate symbols and little else. Next to him, similarly clad, but bound hand to foot, lays a quietly defiant Hollin.
An gray scaled kobold, chants and chortles as he draws the same symbols in the air above the victims as he cavorts around the altar, two acolytes following his actions as he does so.
Looking up at the sounds coming from behind the doorway, he stops, plunging the blade into Tyran's chest.
Dorial:
Kast:
Nimeon:
Othoe:
Simon:
Jekkajak:
acolytes(2):
Chrystosm: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Simon: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Nimeon: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
acolytes(2): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Kast: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (16) + 0 = 16
Dorial: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15
Jekkajak: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Othoe: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
Kimi, Javros, Edgrin.