The purple kobold is gashed heavily from shoulder to navel, you aren't sure how he's still standing, it's clear he likely won't be much longer, oddly enough the shaman has a weird smile on his reptilian face. His crow flies away in a cloud of feathers up into the upper reachs of the cavern.
Tartuk 25
Stanton 24
Lynore 22
Cotton 12
Mikmek 12
Dram 8
Cotton gives the shaman the evil eye attempting to distract him
The shaman is able to avoid direct eye contact with Cotton.
Mikmek stalks forward and swings his dagger and misses badly. "You will die today."
Dram
Tartuk 25
Stanton 24
Lynore 22
Cotton 12
Mikmek 12
Dram 8
Dram notices the bird's flight and turns and fires at the raven.
,
The bird lets out a squawk as the arrow traces a line along it's body.
Tartuk steps back 5 ft and starts making arcane gestures. a series of arcane missles leap out from his fingers striking Lynore.
to Lynore
Lynore is struck with such force she is knocked from her feet into unconsciousness.
Tartuk 25
Stanton 24
Lynore 22
Cotton 12
Mikmek 12
Dram 8
Stanton drops his bow and wades into combat trying to protect Lynore.
Stanton's fury is palpable as he cleaves the Kobold Shaman clearly in two.
The Chief seeing the demise of the shaman is released from his fright and does an impromptu celebration, stabbing the dead body with his sword, before turning on the group.
"You honory Sootscales!! We free at last!" The remaining kobolds all burst into cheers picking Mikmek up and parading him around the area.
700 xp each
Cotton moves over to Lynore and administers healing
Lynore nods in thanks to Cotton then gets up.
"Glad we could help there Chief."
Lynore searches the shaman.
As Lynore searches the shaman the other kobolds go about pilfering the treasures of the previous shaman depositing anything they find in front of the Chieftan.
Looking through the pile you find the Shaman's wand, an excellent looking sickle, some beautiful bracers, a book written in undercommon. A light metal shield of super quality, 7 red arrows, a beautiful pair of boots, 520 gp in various currencies and a soiled leather bag.
In Bag
In Book
The chief proclaims all the spoils to his new friends and swears fealty to the group, promising to cease all hostility with the settlers as long as they are left to live in peace, and their land left alone.
Dram casts a spell to see if any of the new found equipment is magical and attempts to determine their properties.
The boots, bracer, wand, arrows, and a page in the book all glow.
Lynore is going to take the time to figure out what exactly they received.
spellcraft
Bracers of Armor +1
Boots of Elvenkind
7 flaming Arrows +1
Wand of Cause Fear level 3 24 charges
Scroll of Fly
Cotton perks up at the mention of the bracers as he always feels a little exposed.
Lynore looks at the chief, "So what are your plans now that the shaman is dead? and Mikmek are you going to stay with us or stay with your tribe?"
Chief Sootscale looking weary at the group "To live in peace, I'm done with all the fighting.""
Mikmek looking shocked that you would ask "I continue with you! I will see the world"
Lynore sticks out her hand to the chief, "Peace it is."
"Glad to hear it Mikemek. Lets get back to the trading post."
The group makes it's way back to the trading post with little trouble. It seems like it's been forever but it's only been 2 days since the group first set out.
Oleg and Svetlana come out to meet the group as the ride back in and jump back as the kobold comes streaking into the fort after them.
Oleg "Help we're under attack! Kobolds!"
"Calm down, Mikmek here is with us. He is a strong and loyal friend, and his tribe wishes to live in peace now that we have helped them get rid of an evil shaman trying to rule them."
Oleg lowers his voice and snorts. "Peace I don't believe it. But if you vouch for this one I'll believe you. I didn't expect you back so soon, how goes the bandit hunting? Or did you stop and play with the kobolds since you found this one."
Svetlana motions to the stables and a boy runs out to get the horses and prods and pokes the group over to the inn to get you settled and well fed as Oleg continues to pepper you with questions.
Lynore smiles and hands Oleg the ring. "It went well enough."
Oleg nearly jumps out of his shoes in excitement before trying to cover his excitement so that Svetlana doesn't notice. "I can't believe it, I just can't, I didn't think we'd ever see this again. Tell me what happened, you've only been gone 3 days and you are talking about an alliance with kobolds, and you have our ring? There is a story here and I must hear it."
”Well we ran into the bandits not too far out of town and took them out quickly. One of them let us know that some mites took the ring and hid it in their lair. We got inside of it and found Mikmek here being tortured and found that the ring was taken by an evil kobold shaman that was terrorizing the local tribe. We tracked it down and took out the shaman, and now the chief wants nothing but peace. It has been a long couple of days.
Anything new happen while we were gone?”
Oleg "So Bandits defated, check, kobold menance neutralized, check, mite infestation gone, check, and the cherry on top is the return of the..." Oleg glances around for Svetlana "Ring, wow. Well I'll write to the kings men, there were rewards in place for most of that. We should have you a tidy sum in a week or two. What's next?"
"Any other problems you know about, if not it is time for us to explore and start maping the area."
Oleg "I've heard rumors of a giant boar, old Tuskgutter, a ranger hearabouts was always going on and on about him. Even came back lame from an attack he claims. He's put up a reward if anyone brings him the tusks. Also heard there's a tatzlwyrm in these parts, never seen one mind, but there ya have it. Wouldn't mind a head for me wall. Before you go let me get your reward for the ring"
Oleg walks over to Svetlana handing her the ring. She bursts into tears before giving him a big hug and running out of the room. Oleg quickly follows. Before too long Oleg comes back with a coin bag and plops it on the table. "This means the world to us."
Svetlana brings back a feast the likes of which you haven't seen in ages. Mead, Boar, Roast Potatoes, Roast Pheasant, big wheels of cheese, huge loaves of bread and quietly leaves eyes still misted over.
"Thank you for the reward, i would like to speak to this ranger what is his name?"
"He don't live in these parts no more, after losing his leg. His name is Vekkel Benzen though we keep in touch via travelers. But any ranger in these hills has a story about ol' Tuskgutter. Stories range from 8 to 15 ft tall. Old Vekkel wants him so bad he'll make head cheese and share it out of the old warty and even kick in his old bow and arrows."
"Sounds promising we will start exploring in the morning and if we come across him we may collect on that offer."
"I'd like to order a fine new chain shirt, magical preferably."
Stanton motions at Lynore to give his share to Oleg to order the equipment.
"I would like to order a magical mithril buckler. Lynore hands Oleg 3000 gp"
Oleg nods putting the money in a chest he has behind the counter before scurrying off to find papers to write out the orders.
Before leaving he tells the group "Should be easy enough will take about 2 weeks for delivery, check back then"
"Ok, rest up guys we are going to start exploring in the morning, doing a circuit around the trading post clockwise. Starting in the north."
Oleg listens to the plan before giving some feedback "You could do that o'course but North of here is pretty well mapped. Why don't you start east instead"
"Sounds good, we will go East then."
In the morning the group sets off to the east to map the area and catalog what they find.
The group sets off and begins the process of mapping the immediate area, the find the area relatively flat and easy going for the first 2 days. As they begin to wind down the 3rd day of mapping they see in the distance a small earthen hut with a prairie grass roof.
Lynore decides to take the group and investigate the hut.
As the group comes out a wizened old man bursts out of the hut.
"Ho there travelers! Welcome Welcome, you come from Oleg's?" The Jittery man exlaims before moving on the conversation without waiting for a response.
"A Kobold! Extraordinary." He begins poking and proding Mikmek as if he is studying him moving his arms and snout this way and that. Taken aback Mikmek stands there and takes it.
"Yes we do, who are you and why do you live way out here?"
"Names Bokken, I make potions, howdy."
Bokken goes back to poking and prodding Mikmek.
"If you give me a scale or two I might be able to whip up something special, what ya think young fella."
Before pausing for a response he blurts out "Fangberries! yes that's what I need fangberries will make the potion! Bring me a few and you'll be happy."
"Sounds good we will find them for you. Anything dangerous we should know about in this area? Mikmek you going to do the scale thing for him? You do not have to if you do not want to."
Mikmek beams at Lynore before deciding. "I bring when some fall out yes?
Bokkens seems excited at the prospect.
"You know the usual, wolves, kob...errr right.., bandits, boars, tatzylwyrm, and the occassional werewolf."