Athrax moves into area getting a better view, a look of sadness as the fires dwindle in his eyes. Not wanting to waste a good bomb on a single little goblin Athrax spins his shortspear in the air and then launches it at the poor orange scaled goblin.
but his spear flys wildly to the side not even grazing the top of its bulbous head.
Athrax misses as well! Fazgyn and Skyrahk, what are you doing?
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Round 1 / 2
Active conditions: None!
Vanagog (-4)
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Green (DEAD)
Gold (DEAD)
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Fazgyn
Skyrahk
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Orange
Red (DEAD)
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Athrax (-4)
Engashez (-8)
Pethjun (-15)
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BOLD is up!
Fazgyn takes a step to the side, trying to pin the cowardly goblin down for the fight. His blades flash once more, hoping for redemption for his earlier blindness! The first misses so very wide.. not off to a good start! But then the desperate kobold swings in his second sword, crowing with triumph as blood sprays from the wound he inflicts!
Pethjun whips around as she feels the wand pressing into her back, near ready to skewer the enemy trying to sneak up on her again. "Oh, No you ain't getti... Oh, Skyrahk! I thought you were a goblin!" With the slash on her tail healed over completely, she gives it a flex and grins. Good, the heal-ly one fixed my tail! Now I can really give this orange thing a beating!
“Eek!” The orange goblin drops its weapons. “Please kind lizards, me forced to fight you. Oh! You so regal! So powerful! Not worried about one small, feeble goblin?”
The Orange goblin looks at you with big eyes.
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Engashez is about to bring her short sword down on the pitiful goblin when Skyrahk's words ring out.
Her arm pauses, she breathes, and silently admits that the cleric was right. Piss on Dahak she's right. Engashez drops her weapon to her side and addresses the little miscreant.
"Very well. You can thank her for your reprieve, little man." She wiggles her hand vaguely in Skyrahk's direction. "But make no mistake; we are not kind lizards. We are the Sewer Dragons of Absalom and we are to be feared! Now talk!" She sheathes her sword as she begins pacing in front of the goblin, rattling off a chain of questions punctuated by a 180 degree turn with each new query.
- "Who lives here? Just goblins, or someone else?"
- Who forced you to fight?"
- "People keep disappearing; are you doing it?"
- "If not you, who?"
- "Who is taking the duskwarden charms, and why? Who has the power to thwart them?"
- "And what were you thinking targetting a simple bard when you had a powerful fighter staring down your gullet?!?"
Pethjun gives Skyrahk the stink-eye for a second, ready to stab and slice the goblin that gave her the nice fathering on her shoulder. With a sigh of submission, she lowers her weapon. I forget the heal-ly one likes to do this. Fine. I'll play along.
She slides in behind the goblin, her rapier readied and tail razors causing sparks as she flicks it back and forth. "Don't answer her questions! I'd love the chance to make some soup from your bones!"
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"Are you going to eat goblin? Can't be that starving, goblins not very good to eat. All head and usually over cooked."
Still leering at the small creature in front of her, Pethjun quips back at Vanarog. "Had it once, and turns out they make the best soup stock! Meat's terrible though. Greasy and gritty!"
"But...but the skin makes for an excellent component for a bomb!" the thought of getting some useful reagents out of the weakling goblin brighten's Athrax's mood.
Fazgyn towers over the little goblin, blood soaked blades dripping on the stone floor.
"You had better start talking, or this will not go well for you. Answer my friends questions..."
“Aaaaaaaaaaagh!’’’ The goblin reacts to the intimidations. “Um... who forced me? THEY DID!”
He points to the other goblins. The dead ones.
Yep, he was lying about being forced.
“Me never want to fight grand and important lizards. Especially, lizards who have control over our entire cave where we used to live. No! Especially not lizards that take all the captives and all the loot and all the food.” Orange looks around from side to side before answering Engashez. “If you a bard, you’re the scariest one. The lizard who casts in the cave is the scariest for sure. So I was taking you out.” Then he belatedly remembers his cover story and points to the dead bodies. “Because they forced me to!”
Meanwhile, Vanarog notices more of the halflight charms poking out of Orange’s pockets.
"Lies! You call us great and powerful, and with the same tongue show that you think us stupid and weak." Engashez kneels down close to the goblin, pressing her snout close in until it almost touches the goblin's nose. It had been a long time since her ire had risen so high; sometimes it felt good to just be a dragon.
"Start speaking the truth or die where you stand. Who are the lizards? Tell us everything."
Pethjun narrows her eyes at the goblin, something seemed off about his story.
...Ah, he's lying like a newborn hatchling! Serisouly does he think he can lie himself out of this? That we're THAT easy to convince?
She moves as iff to start berating the goblin but is cut short by Engashez. She then looks over the goblin and his dead companions, her mouith slaivating over the thought of goblin stock soup, before an idea strikes her. "Oh, Vanarog! Did you get my 'mind message' to check them for magic items?"
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Vanarog reaches for the halflight charms in the goblin's pockets, half waving at Pethjun "I did, but I was way ahead of your thoughts, as usual. I've detected these charms." He raises his claw at the goblin.
"Tell us where you got these or I'll melt your eyeballs with my powerful acid magic, one at a time." He then proceeds to conjure a gob of said acid and sling it at him.
With a snort, Pethjun glowers at the creature. "I doubt it, but we should get going after these other dragons!" With a snort she turns on the little thing. With a calculated flick of her tail to just nick the goblin she moves off down the passage way. Before glancing back, "Well sneaky one, you going to go sneak?"
Fazgyn quickly loses interest in the sniveling creature and begins rummaging through the dead goblins to see what might be found there. Once this has been completed, he posts himself at the door to the cavern, waiting for the rest of his team and keeping a lookout for surprises!
Fazgyn fades into the shadows, blending in with his natural environment. He is the shadow itself.. seeing all but never seen himself!
The terrified goblin states, “I picked it up because the lizards took them. There’s a lizard that casts horrible magics and traps and a hungry rock, and traps and a lizard that fights and traps and...” as Fazgyn sneaks off the goblin mutters, “Or you can ignore me. Me go now, okay?”
Meanwhile, Fazgyn fades off into the shadows, exploring. The stone walls of the next room are riddled with small cracks. The eastern wall is partially collapsed, its component stones scattered throughout the room and passage to the east.
Fazgyn peers in. Every surface of the next room is blackened with soot and several inches of ash coat the floor. The floor of the room is also noticeably warmer than the surrounding areas.
You stand poised at the edge of the room. How do you proceed in?
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Vanarog tosses another gob of acid at the fleeing orange goblin for good measure. "You best run and not come back!"
Satisfied in his victory, Vanarog goes back to letting his minions lead the way forward. "We should keep this moving. I feel like we be here weeks now and it making me very hungry." He taps his foot impatiently as he waits on Fazgyn.
Fazgyn shakes his head at the lying little goober and looks appreciatively at Vanarogs acid splash across the goblins backside. "Good shot!" he chortles, flashing a smile towards the sorcerer.
Carefully, he slips off into the darkness before returning to the companions.
"The next room is hot.. and dirty. Like the whole room has been on fire but I didn't see anything specifically dangerous in there. I think its clear to move up and look in."
Fazgyn moves back to the hot floored room and slides inside, moving along the wall. He scuffs through the accumulated ash, stiffling a cough as the dust rises.
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"Yes, it was." Comments Vanarog at the compliment. Looks like Fazgyn has finally realized my superior lineage and leadership skills. I will remove him from my list soon enough...
Once the room has been cleared he heads inside to look around for maybe more of those glowing charms they've been tasked in retrieving. Hopefully some are attached to scorched bodies. "We must make sure this isn't a big cooking room for lost travelers yes?" He begins scanning for magic as he kicks the dust around.
Belatedly, you realize why this room looks like it’s in the middle of a blast radius... A fireball trap goes off just as Vanarog comes in!
Skyrahk stabilizes uppity minion!!!
In this room you find nothing but ashes. Are you ready to move on??
As Athrax watches Vanarog nearly explode into small smoldering bits he laughs out loudly. "Ahahaha!! Did you see that?" clutching his belly with his scaly hand he proceeds to walk through chuckling as Skyrahk gives the Blasty one a bit of healing.
Fazgyn hears the click of the trap being sprung and dives down into the soot behind a handy stalagmites. He peers over the edge of the rock to see a super crispy Vanarog lying smoking in the dust.
Pethjun, displeased about the paltry excuses of flesh the goblins represent getting killed before she could do anything or getting, almost bursts into laughter with Athrax as the annoying one almost gets burnt to a cinder. *snicker* "Oh the Chief will love hearing about this one!"
After a second though her voice turns a bit darker. "Now maybe that'll teach you to get ahead of me next time! I'm here to keep you all alive and not crispy true dragons but I can only do that if you STAY BEHIND ME! Fazgyn the only one I trust in front of me," She points over to the unharmed little one, "'cause he can handle himself, and doesn't get caught by traps or goblins!"
With a snort she heads to the mouth of the next room, pausing only to let Fazgyn go scout ahead.
Fazgyn steps out from behind the stalagmite as Skyrahk moves up to heal the over done lizard-kin. He grins to Pethjun and gives her a small bow as the golden glow of healing magics flow over Vanarog.
"Wellll.." he draws out. "I did miss the trap.." he says somewhat abashed. "But thankfully only Vanarogs pride is hurt! .. Maybe his robes too."
With a bit of a snicker, he too moves to the next opening.
Since when do Sewer Dragons--the True Dragons of Absalom--let our enemies flee? That little runt attacked me!
Perhaps distracted by the fleeing form of the goblin, Engashez fails to notice the trap. She also fails to notice anyone entering the room, and fails to enter the room herself, thus saving herself from Vanarog's flamboyant mistake. She turns around just as the fireball engulfs the room; surprise blossoms on her face, and she quickly suppresses any visible evidence of the schadenfreude that she definitely felt never came close to feeling.
She stays close--but behind Pethjun--as the kobolds continue to explore.
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With great regret Vanarog opens one charred eyelid and looks up at Skyrahk "It is good you came. I seem to need your help with... this." He coughs out a plume of smoke and slowly rises to his feet, a bit wobbly still.
He digs in his pack for a small potion vial and drinks it down. It provides less sustenance than expected. Vanarog looks over to Skyrahk once more. "Do you have one of those healy sticks? It would be a shame to let the this genetic perfection die to another one of those blasts of fire..."
Satisfied that Vanarog is ack to his usual grouchy self, Fazgyn moves ahead with Pethjun to inspect the next room.
Engashez remains behind Pethjun as they advance through the caverns. With a withering glance towards Vanarog--the kind a mother might try to use to reign in her careless child--she urges caution as they continue. "No more traps! We know what we're up against now, so let's step light, step easy, and use our eyes, ears, and snouts!"
Vanarog moves ahead with Pethjun right behind into a massive room with a massive cliff running the length. The opposite side of the room is ten feet higher than the ground you tread. It appears as though the room has been brooken and snapped in two.
Throughout the area Vanarog sees bones from variety of creatures about the room in forbidding piles as well as crafting tools but so doesn't spot anything attempting to lurk within the shadows.
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Vanarog peeks his head past grumpy Pethjun, careful to remain behind the woman "Tools yes? To make traps yes? Go look, go look. I'll stay here safe and advise you." He smiles and nods, the hood of his cloak flopping about. You get blowed up, not me!
Instead, he stays where he is and casts detect magic, curious to see if any more clever magic traps lay hidden.
Vanarog does find yet more magical auras alongside the cacophony that permeate this cave system.
Within the magic you detect a set of more defined auras emitting from a satchel huddled within one of the crevasses within the cliff wall closer the the center of the room.