Kobolds: The Splitscale Incident (Inactive)

Game Master Shub-Niggurath's cousin Al

Round 5

Neemer finds his bolt snapped in two and unusable.

In desperation, the remaining goblin flails around with its shield and teeth, trying to take a chunk out of Garrlak. It misses completely.

Blind with rage, Garrlak swipes at the goblin that just attempted to kill him.

Claw Attack 1: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Claw Attack 2: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Damage 1: 1d4 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Damage 2: 1d4 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Neemer, seeing that only one goblin remains, decides to let Garrlak have his fun. Holstering his light crossbow, he crosses his arms over his chest and cheers the bloodrager on. "Kill 'em Garrlak, eat him!"

Garrlak's claw strikes the goblin in the chest, tearing a ragged hole in its torso. The goblin falls to the ground, gurgling curses before dying.

Combat over! Good work, kobolds. You have made your chief proud this day. You will level up after the next encounter, as I go by the "level up when you're supposed to" option rather than XP.

Garrlak, panting from his exhausting rage, stands over his latest kill.

"You see now, Garrlak is of sharpest claw! You no run from me! Mother always told me I would..."

He starts muttering to himself softly, puffing out his chest, but otherwise not looking very aggressive or deadly. He sniffs the blood off of his claws as they retract to their original length.

When combat feels over, Urzan sheathes his mighty weapon that decapitated two goblins. Without any particular direction, he sets out to extinguish fires, review the damage to the village, and help any wounded. The question of why would they attack nags at the back of his mind. If he hears Tarka calling to head to visit the daughter of Splitscale, Urzan runs to join her.

Neemer chortles happily when Garrlak finishes the fight. "Good job, guys and gals," he calls out to his fellow fighters. He searches the nearby goblin corpses for any valuables, as he is sure his fellows are as well.

Tarka climbs down to the floor and calls out, "If anyone is wounded, please, come to me!"

Klyx helps put out fires and check for any wounded before reporting back to the chief's hut. "Do you want us to inspect the perimeter? How did they get past the defenses?"

If that is taken care of, I am ready to visit Malka.

What was in the bushes--did we not see it?

After stomping about uselessly for a little while, Garrlak sees the others trying to stamp out the fires and lends them a hand. He also looks around for any clues the goblins left behind.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

Neemer-On each of the regular goblins, you find studded leather armor, a spiked heavy wooden shield, a vial of alchemist's fire, a climbing kit, a grappling hook, a bag of a tar-like substance, and a whole lot of useless junk. On the warchanter, you find two bottles of azure liquid, an alchemist's fire vial, a sun rod, a tar-bag, a yellow gem, a rapier, studded leather armor, a shortbow, a quiver of arrows, and a beautifully crafted but filthy flute.

Klyx-You saw that the shapes were reptilian, but nothing much beyond that.

Garrlak-On the warchanter's palm, you can see some sort of brand in the shape of a serpent eating its tail

You are all able to put out the fires in time, with the help of several guards who came too late to be of assistance. Although the occupants of the blazing hut were badly burned, Tarka and Urzan manage to help them to safety.

The chief slowly comes out of his hut, trembling slightly. He simply stares at the burn marks and gapes, at a loss for words.

"Worry not, noble sire, we will avenge this wrong against the Splitscales. The ground will drown goblin blood," Tarka says to her father, trying to comfort him. He touches his shoulder lightly, offering silent solidarity.

|Any kind of knowledge check we can make on the palm brand?

"Right, we must teach them a lesson. Wait...what if they are trying to make us attack them?" Klyx rubs his tail in consternation.

craft alchemy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9 check to identify bags if necessary.
craft alchemy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13 check to identify azure liquid.

Klyx, who is good at throwing things, will take a tar bag and see if someone else wants the others. He spends some time investigating the vials and sniffing them, and pours an experimental drop on the ground and observes it.

"We will rip the goblins to shreds! Rip the arms, rip the legs, rip the ears and smash the eggs!" he chants, pulling inspiration from the goblins previous performance.

He is unaware goblins don't lay eggs.

Addressing the chief and Tarka, Urzan asks, "Will there be a retaliation party to pursue the goblins? They could learn their pathways and potentially kill any slow wounded gobs."

Neemer approaches, stumbling around a little bit under the weight of all the gobbo gear he liberated. With a grunt he dumps it all on the ground, grabbing the alchemist fire vial, the climbing gear, and the yellow gem for himself. "Gobbo stuff!" he announces, gesturing at it. "Don't play that lute though, hehehe...it's stinky."

*pokes* DM?

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