The Once & Future KingMaker

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You all jump out from behind the tapestries to attack the sorcerer as he is working at his magic pot.

Just need an action from Torod and we can go on.....

Strawberry Deathstrike streaks in and slashes at her domestic enemy.
Bite
to hit 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24 to hurt 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Torod summons a ball of flame to his hand. He delays launching it, though, expecting some trick from the kobolds.

Chief Sootscale lunges at his enemy Tartuk
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15 Club for 1d4 ⇒ 3

Martin misses the lizard wizard, but everyone else hits him. The other kobolds are not seeming to make a difference in the outcome of the battle.

Tartuk attacks the panther Strawberry Deathstrike with his Sickle
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19 for 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

"Now we die!

you are up!

So, did Tartuk make his Fortitude save?

Asta aims her finger at Tartuk and hisses a short sentence in her spellcasting language. A ray of dark, coruscating energy lances out at the Kobold spellcaster.

Asta casts Ray of Sickening. Ranged touch attack 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16. Fortitude save DC15 to avoid becoming sickened.

I was so sure I got everything in that post, really embarrassed to have missed putting that in Asta.

Next one I will get in there for sure, I also try and get all the dice rolls in the board roller, so you can see them....

Touch attack is a hit!

Fortitude save vs. Sickening DC 15
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

Next!

Elaina nocks another arrow and sends it flying.

Attack vs. Tartuk: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

One of the corners of her mouth twitches up as the arrow lands much more solidly than the last one.

Wow, that was high AC for flatfooted kobold.

Marten attacks again with his quarterstaff
attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
damage: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

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Strawberry Deathstrike continues to maul the little shaman.

Bite
to hit1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27 to hurt[/dice]1d4+1[/dice]
Claw
to hit1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12 to hurt[/dice]1d2+1[/dice]
Claw
to hit1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17 to hurt[/dice]1d2+1[/dice]

Torod continues to watch the group.

Torod's damage
Bite 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
claw 1d2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Tartuk looks sick
He begins casting a spell.....

You are up!

Asta fixes her glacially blue eyes on Tartuk's, locking gazes -- and her irises turn bright scarlet.

Evil Eye Hex to lower Tartuk's AC by -2 for 7 rounds.

Not deterred by his bad aim, Marten continues to swing the quaterstaff at the Taruk.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Damage: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

to no effect...

Torod and Elaina?

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Elaina takes her time and lines up another shot. Another arrow flies and the ranger reaches of another.

I didn't realize my damage was messsed up. Thanks.
Strawberry moves to flank if possible.
Bite
to hit 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27 to hurt1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Claw
to hit 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9 to hurt1d2 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Claw
to hit 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24 to hurt1d2 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Torod decides that this is not a trick and joins in the battle.
Produce Flame: rtouch, fire into melee
to hit 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 3 - 4 = 14 to hurt 1d6 ⇒ 1

Tartuk save
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

The damage that Tartuk takes is fairly substantial as everyone working together seems to be over-coming this menace!

At the last possible moment as Chief Sootscale is about to crush Tartuk the Evil kobold sorcerer seems to disappear.

Spellcraft DC 13

The kobolds are shocked into non-action by the sudden event, even the chief is surprised.

You are up! Still round based combat

Spellcraft 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

"He's cast an invisibility spell!" Asta yells, repeating her warning in Draconic for the benefit of the Kobolds. "He is still in the room, he has not disappeared! Dogpile him before he can get away! Torod, have your beast use its nose to hunt!"

For her part, Asta quickly casts Detect Magic and seeks Tartuk's magical aura, her quarterstaff firmly in hand...

Perception in case it helps: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20.

"Okay, what about the way out? Can we spare someone to block it?"

Elaina moves to the exit, intending to block it and hope that the kobold does something stupid.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
"Yup, he is somewhere here."
Marten attacks the place where the kobold stood - in case he has not moved yet.
Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
damage: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
miss chance/lower 50 hit: 1d100 ⇒ 64

Not knowing that he would not hit a wagon with this kind of accuracy, Marten expects the kobold to have moved and does 5 foot step to the place where Tartuk stood.

Strawberry attempts to use Scent to find him.
Perception 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

If she can find him without moving, she'll attack.
Strawberry Bite
to hit 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10 to hurt1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

If she can find him, but has to move, she'll indicate where he is (which square he is in) for the others to target.
Produce Flame: rtouch
to hit 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10 to hurt 1d6 ⇒ 3

Strawberry follows a scent but realizes that she was tracking the chief's scent and does not attack him!

Seriously a fail on a perception check, maybe kobolds smell alot alike!

The kobolds are milling around and looking for the Sorcerer.

Asta is fairly certain she reads the magical aura coming from behind one of the tapestries hanging along the wall, though she has not pin-pointed the source very well.

Will the kobold escape?

You are up!

"I'd like to think my eyes are pretty good, but I can't stick him with arrows if I can't see him. Any ideas?"

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Her eyes scan the room, looking for anything that moves on it's on, footprints that come from nowhere, or even dust just kicking itself off the floor.

Unfortunately, Elaina's a little too impatient for that kind of scrutiny.

"Damn, should have been better prepared"

Marten scans the room for any sign of Taruk.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

"Behind the tapestries!" Asta shouts. "He is hiding behind one of the tapestries!"

The Witch proceeds to unleash a ray of chill energy, but it goes wide - fortunately without hitting anyone else.

Miss chance 1d100 ⇒ 6. Another perception check: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

Strawberry Perception 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
The great cat continues to seek out her prey. She follows Torods commands after he hears Asta tell them where the kobold is.
Strawberry Bite
to hit 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25 to hurt1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
If she can get next to him, there's no miss chance due to Scent.

With his spell used up, Torod draws his weapon and approaches the spot that Strawberry is attacking.
Scimitar:
to hit 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14 to hurt 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Miss Chance 1d100 ⇒ 62

Strawberry deathstrikes powerful jaws clench down upon the kobold shaman, as he dies he becomes visibile once again...

Blood streams out the side of his mouth and his last words come in a strange language...

Undercommon

Spellcraft/alchemy check DC 15, you think you can get two potions of cure light wounds out of that simmering pot.....

Treasure: Tartuk has had the kobolds pile all of their
treasure (plus any new treasures they gain from their war
against the mites) in a heap in the eastern alcove of his den.
This mound consists of a huge amount of worthless shiny
objects, such as quartz and mica crystals, bits of metal,
broken weapons and armor, and other garbage.

In addition,
the pile contains 7,420 cp, 2,132 sp, 302 gp, a masterwork
light metal shield, seven +1 flaming crossbow bolts, a pair of
boots of elvenkind, and a soiled leather bag. Inside the bag
are the treasures stolen from the mites (who stole from the
bandits who stole from Oleg’s). The leather bag contains 321
sp, 249 gp, 13 pp, a plain brass wedding ring set with a single
pearl and a pouch containing a single dose of dust of illusion.

Tartuk’s personal journal is written in Undercommon

Asta frowns, startled.

"He just thanked us for killing him" she whispers to the others, before making sure she gets her hands on the journal and the wedding ring.

"With your permission, Chief Sootscale," she says with sugared tones. "I do so like to read..."

Spellcraft 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

Asta
quickly skims through the journal

"Great, he is finally down. Good to know SD is our best combatant" Marten smiles at the great cat. "We will have to device some tactics, in case we meet an invisible foe in the future."

Asta's eyebrows rise nearly to her hairline at what she reads, and then she frowns, shaking her head.

"I can see that Tartuk has done your people great harm, due to his own pain and self-loathing," she tells Chief Sootscale. "If I may suggest -- give him a proper burial, with all the necessary rituals, so that his tortured spirit will not linger among you.

Also, I would like to suggest that we formalize our alliance, thereby undoing the harm Tartuk would have visited on all of us. Let us draw our first pro-tem treaty, to be expanded upon later. How say you, Chieftain?"

"You friends of sootscales, So say chief Sootscale!"

At that moment a guard runs in from the front of the caves chirping excitedly. At first the chief thinks maybe the mites are attacking but soon the guard relates that another one of the tall people (he points at you lot)on a horse is riding near the mine.

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You are riding near the side of a hill just north of the Shrike River.

An outcropping of large boulders emerges from the weathered face of a nearby hillock. A narrow opening in the rock leads into darkness below. A fallen sign leans against the side of the cave entrance, and a cage made of branches and sticks sits on the other side. The small cage is empty.

The fallen sign is weathered and bears a few faded words: “Oaktop Silver Mine.”

A kobold pops up and runs into the darkness of the mine.

If there's another player arriving, I suppose we'd best go meet them before the whole peace-making process goes down the cludgey. ;)

Aren't we still looking for for Svetlana's wedding ring

I've already nabbed a weding ring. I don't think it's Svetlana's; didn't we get that one back from the Mites?

Wedding ring

Mites

DM amusement

Meh, at least it got us what we needed to get the Kobolds on board. Free miners, whee! ;)

Well, well, well. Who's this mysterious mounted man?

Elaina keeps quiet. Part of her is worried that the kobolds may go back on their word, the other part was worried that her darker nature was surfacing.

I guess time will tell.

Seraph dismounts, quickly drawing her massive blade at the retreating sight of the kobold. She runs her finger over the edge and pass her gaze over the entrance of the once abandoned mine. "No one warned me about Kobolds in the area... Best scout the area in case they've been harassing the locals. Eh Julias... Great I am talking to my horse..." She sets the flat side of her blade over her shoulder after tying off her horse to the sign post and moved towards the mine entrance. Her tail twitched excitedly at the thought of something other then more riding.

"By all means, take us to this newcomer," Asta encourages the Kobolds, "before there are... unfortunate misunderstandings. And do keep your people out of their way until we can have a word with them."

Elaina follows Asta and the Kobolds out of the cave. As they walk, she gets close enough to whisper to the spell-caster without being overheard.

"Were you expecting someone else? From the reception I got, I thought you weren't expecting any more help coming."

"By Sivanah's seventh veil, I was not" Asta replies, likewise whispering, with a brief shake of her head. "That blasted charter is drawing in more people all the time - no offence to you, Elaina! You comported yourself well just now. I merely dislike surprises when we are on the cusp of victory here. I really want there to be a proper treaty with these Kobolds..."

"Don't we all. The question is are we sure it will last? I've had more luck than most of my fellows in having a kind teacher, but I still fight against my nature." Elaina sighs, letting her worry show on her face. "Will the kobolds uphold their end? Even if they do, will other people hold up our end?"

She shakes her head, really wishing that she wasn't the one having to act as a sounding board for political strategies. Her face sported an uncharacteristic frown, until something sparked in her eyes. A girlish snicker escaped from her mouth, even though she tried to hide it with her hand. She turns again to Asta, this time with a smile.

"Well, at least between the kobolds, the bandits, and the glory seekers, we shouldn't be bored. Just think, in a few years the minstrels'll be singing of our cunning and charm in taverns from here to Absolom! They'll talk of how we bested the wisest wizards in contests of riddles and turned the mightiest of men to simpering fools with our wiles." She says, grinning from ear to ear. "Should be quiet fun, shouldn't it?"

"Yes, indeed," Asta says with a subtle smile. "And I think we can rely on the Kobolds. They want to trade. Trading is much easier than fighting, and more profitable, too."

Seraph pauses and pulls out her sheet, reading over its contents. 'Kobolds, check, crown, nope Werewolves? I still think they got the wrong region. But what do I know I am just a Retriever...' She rolls up the scroll and slides it back into her small pack.

Standing just outside the entrance of the mine she shouts. "Come out Kobold King! Pathfinder Retriever Seraph wishes to speak with you!"

"I just hope it is not an assassin sent after me."

Marten follows the others, but keeps to the shadows.

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Torod is not convinced that the kobolds won't turn on the group still and keeps a wary eye out as they go to the mouth of the cavern.

Seraph is visibly surprised at first when she spotted something over than kobolds emerging from the abandoned mine. So much so that she adjusts her grip on her massive blade and back peddles a couple of feet in case they jumped to strike her first. she smiles ever so slightly, and her tail twitches in anticipation, as she asks. "So which of you fine ladies is the Queen of the Kobolds?" She checks for a crown on either of them, checking them from head to toe just in case they weren't wearing it at the moment.

Standing at a little over six feet tall and muscular with a symmetrical blending of masculine and feminine traits. She is well muscled from many days of training but somehow retains her curves making her a very comely individual who appears to worship of Arshea. Carrying their symbol openly on her person. She is mostly human save for her prehensile tail and short curved . Other then that she has flame red hair, violet eyes that shine in the dark and lightly tanned skin. She wears a helm that fits around her horns making them appear to be almost a decoration. She carries a battered blade almost as tall as her on one shoulder and wields it with ease in her inhumanly powerful hands. Along with her bow and club she is the perfect representation of a traveling warrior.

"Queen of the Kobolds? I know I have a tail and all, but that's just mean!"

Said tail unwraps itself from around her waist, sliding from underneath the sash she uses as a belt as it does so. The tip of the tail points at the newcomer as she continues.

"I thought I had a deal with the nobles back in the Rostlands. My life for clearing the Stolen Lands. Did they change their minds and send you to take me back?"

This girls reaction elicit a light chuckle from Seraph as she gestures with her rather dexterous tail as well. It twists and curves as she speaks. "I meant no offense cutie besides... Unless you are hiding a magical crown on your person then i won't have the pleasure of taking you anywhere. The name is Seraph, here on Pathfinder business although..." Her tail snakes into her belt pouch rummaging for the briefest moment before producing a well made parchment. ".. there was this man trying to get me to sign up for this Stolen Land business. Although he seemed aloof when he saw i had a tail."

She briefly looks over the document before letting her tail tuck it away again with a short sigh. She takes a more calm stance, lowering her sword point as she asks. "just my luck i guess. So who leads this band then?

"Elaina, if you're looking for the person leading this merry band, you'll want Asta."

She says, using her thumb to point out the other woman. Her tail snakes back around her waist, once more hidden by the sash. She moves a little more stiffly now, and her voice is much colder as well. Being called "cutie" was not one of the things that made her feel comfortable around people.

Her smile remained unbroken as she watched her fellow tiefling's reaction. She then regarded Asta curiously, clearly interested as to what may be coming next...