A=7 h.p. healed
B=6 h.p. healed
C=8 h.p. healed
5 charges burned.
"sigh" heal myself 5 h.p.
Heal Janosz 6 h.p.
Brushing ash out of his eyes, Janosz can't help but shake his head and laugh. "I have to agree, Lightbringer - there seems to be a trap there." He gingerly touches his face. "Feels like the burns are mostly healed up already, Rodergo. But will your healing magic give me my eyebrows back? They'll grow out in time, I guess..."
Completely unaware, the gout of flame rolls over the still-battle-weary elf and chars his flesh, scorching the hair from his arms and face. He grits his teeth against the pain, but remains standing.
"I hate kobolds."
"Let me look at... WAIT!!!"
I watch helplessly as my trap disarming technique is duplicated with costly results. Watching the flames rush towards me, I dodge, nimbly, and take cover behind a molecule, while the flames wrap around to either side.
Unharmed, I stride up to the gate and attempt to disarm the trap.
Trose and Gnarly begin disarming the trap, but this one is more complex.
DD=14+8+2(G-man)+5(action point)=29
After a tense moment, there is a click and Trose is able to remove the phlogiston coil from the mechanism. With a bit more fiddling, he unlocks the gate.
Past the gate, the corridor turns sharp left and goes up a short flight of stairs. At the top is a landing.
Lightbringer holds up his hand for a halt, silently indicating that there is someone lurking up the stairs.
Rodergo shrugs; points at his hear, then nods "no."
"More of 'em up the stairs," Janosz mutters. "Or maybe just one with a personality disorder. Stay here for a second; come running on my signal."
Grinning like a mischievous schoolboy, Janosz grabs the crispy kobold Lightbringer used to fry the party with and tiptoes up the stairs. Then, with a feral roar, he flings the corpse as hard as he can around the corner. Seconds later, be pops around the corner, bow at the ready.
heh heh...would you be surprised if that were true?
Janosz throws the corpse and then springs round the corner, seeing a doorway at the top of more steps. In the doorway are a couple of kobolds and one throws a glass sphere of some kind down the stairs while the other quickly slams the door. The sphere hits the bottom of the stairs and shatters, and a foul-smelling green gas swiftly billows to fill the stairs.
“If that cloud is an inhaled poison I should be safe from it,” says Lightbringer. “But if that door is locked and trapped that may do us little good.”
"Son of a..." Janosz hacks and coughs, but is otherwise unharmed. "There's just a couple of 'em!"
Lightbringer jogs up the stairs to stand beside Janosz.
If the ranger seems about to force open the doors, the warforged lends his broad shoulders to the endevour, barging at the doors.
Lightbringer and Janosz shoulder-barge into the door, which bursts open. Inside are six kobolds. Two are armed and armoured like the soldiers outside, whereas the other four are unarmoured and considerably less muscular, and carry daggers. A table with piles of paper - seemingly plans and schematics - is pushed in a corner. The walls of the room are covered with levers, pulleys, windlasses, strange glowing glass tubes of different colours - some red, some yellow and some blue - and, hanging from the ceiling, a larger version of the glass orb in the guardroom. From the orb, voices squawk in Draconic.
The kobolds yell raggedly and charge.
Alright. *Bang* ... 24.
Init: 18
Initiative: 7.
The smell of rotten eggs and spoiled milk fills the corridor and Ezreal covers his mouth gagging. "It's not poison! If you can avoid throwing up you'll be fine."
As the door bursts open he listens intently from the landing, and shouts out, "They're calling out the rat riders and mages! Let's make this fast!"
fort save r15...WOOT!!!
Reposted for convenience (unless I'm the only one who can't see it):
Lightbringer and Janosz shoulder-barge into the door, which bursts open. Inside are six kobolds. Two are armed and armoured like the soldiers outside, whereas the other four are unarmoured and considerably less muscular, and carry daggers. A table with piles of paper - seemingly plans and schematics - is pushed in a corner. The walls of the room are covered with levers, pulleys, windlasses, strange glowing glass tubes of different colours - some red, some yellow and some blue - and, hanging from the ceiling, a larger version of the glass orb in the guardroom. From the orb, voices squawk in Draconic.
** spoiler omitted **
The kobolds yell raggedly and charge.
Final question - are the beefy kobolds properly armoured, or did they put on their gear hurriedly?
Fort: 8+6=14
Ini: 14+2=16
The two armoured warrior pile in to block the door, while the others hang back nervously. One gets a telling blow on Janosz.
Lightbringer swings mightily at the armoured kobold in front of Janosz, trying to take it out of the fight as quickly as possible.
Following his comrades' example, Janosz batters the kobold in front of him with his flail.
Seeing the way cleared by his companions, the elf charges boldly forward and attacks the back row of kobolds with a ferocious yell. He quickly skirts around his foe, securing a position behind the enemy lines.
The remaining kobold soldier slashes Runzyl's leg as he dashes past but the elf barrels on regardless. He chops down the lightly armed and armoured lizardling in front of him.
Trose slithers up beside the kobold fighter in the door and delicately places his rapier through a gap in its armour and into its side with surgical precision.
Gnarly is somewhat more direct, standing next to Lightbringer and bringing his axe down on the little fighter's arm.
With Arek able to do little more that hurl the contents of his stomach on the stairs, Bool moves up and, with the kobold still recovering from his swing at Rodergo, round its back. His axe cleaves the creature's head from its body, coating the ceiling and drenching everyone nearby with blood. He roars an Orcish warcry in jubilation.
The remaining, unarmoured kobolds drop their weapons and fall to their knees, pleading in Draconic.
Ezreal moves into the control room to escape the noxious fumes, but not before they overcome Kadesh. The bird sways on his shoulder finally spreading it's wings to get to the ground, but heaves and vomits mid air on the way.
"They surrender. No point in killing all of Choom's people, and they can tell us where to go- maybe shut down traps or draw defenses away with this control room."
The powerful elf nods at Ezreal's statement, leveling his steely gaze - and his weapon - at the cowering kobolds before him. Only now does he finally acknowledge the bleeding wound on his leg with a scowl.
I'll heal Runzyl.
4 charges of a wand; Runzyl's at maximum hit points.
Who else?
"Thank you, Flamebearer." The elf rubs the spot where the wound was before, feeling only the tear in his leather and the smooth skin beneath.
Lightbringer nods at Ezreal, accepting the kobolds’ surrender.
“We must make haste,” he states. “Choom, do you know how to use this apparatus? Which way to the throne room and how far?”
He turns to the others. “I suggest we close all the gates except those in a direct line between here and the throne room. It will hinder the enemies movements. The question; do we leave a rear-guard here to secure the control room?”