Yngvilda ducks at the right moment, and immediately begins trying to hack her way through
She just manages to rip herself free from the webbing and emerge, roaring with anger and her axe covered with gunk.
Both Tykent and Yngvilda struggle, but eventually break themselves free of the webbing.
Cwm watches the webs appear near him and is thankful he avoided that attack. He slides up and tries to take down another kobold
Mak, for the second time in a short period, was caught unawares by something his reflexes would have normally saved him from. The sticky webs cling to him, holding him in place.
Struggle though he might, Mak is unable to break free from the webs and waits helplessly for Tykent's solution.
Spotting the chieftain begin casting Eldon is ready for the spell when it manifests and is able to dodge the worst of it. With the area in front of him clear of allies he begins repeating the incantation he had just finished blasting the three kobolds with another fan of electricity.
Relfex DC: 15
The kobolds anticipate the attack and are able to dodge some of the electrical blast that Eldon unleashes. They move south and stab at Yngvilda and Cwm with their small spears ineffectively.
The chief moves north and an arrow of acid springs from his hand and speeds its way to Yngvilda and splashes all over her body, burning her badly
Cwm smiles as the kobold moves between him and Yngvilda. Unfortunately, he's distracted by the acid flying through the air and isn't as effective as he should be.
Getting hit with acid, Yngvilda roars with fury and ignoring the little kobolds, moves to threaten the spellcaster.
Cursing softly to himself Eldon goes for a more precise attack. Taking careful aim at the kobold directly west of him, he raises his hand an sends a ray of energy at it.
Seeing Mak still entangled, Tykent holds off on tossing his alchemist's fire. He tries to pick his way carefully through the sticky strands...
...and makes his way out of the webs - though the only place to stand is right next to a kobold. "Now see here, young lizardling!" he grumbles as he shakes his walking stick threateningly at the creature's face.
Mak attempts again to break free from the sticky webs...
...and is just able to break free. However with the webs blocking his vision, there was no way he could get a shot off at the Kobolds so he attempts to carefully make his way forwards.
Cwm's first attack is successful, but he barely injures the small kobold with his strike. Yngvilda may not move acrobatically as she trudges through the area near the kobold, but she does it with just enough grace to avoid provoking an attack. Eldon makes the point moot when he electrocutes the other kobold warrior with his spell, turning his body into a smoking pile of ash. Mak and Tykent manage to break free from the webbing that has been slowing them down and keeping them out of the fight.
The two kobolds near Cwm shift around so that they are flanking the ifrit with their spears. They each jab at him, continuing to miss as they poke all around his body.
The chief glowers at Yngvilda as she approaches and admonishes her "You do not have a right to be here! Lord Aeteperax has not deemed you worthy!" Taking a step back, he fires his acid at her again but misses this time as he backs himself into a corner.
Mak continues his spree of incompetence and is entangled in the web once more after just another step forward. Figuring that is as far as he'll go, Mak decides to take a shot at one of the Kobolds, even as he struggles to get a clear shot.
Tykent sighs and shakes his head. "You should know better than to play with sharp sticks like that, young reptile - you'll poke your eye out, or someone else's eye. Or both!" The old shaman shuffles carefully around the kobolds to stand next to the rock.
Pleased with himself, but looking a bit tired Eldon moves on to the next kobold. Speaking an incantation and gesturing at the kobold to the north of Cwm he conjures a hand full of sparks and taking care to avoid hitting Cwm, launches them at it.
Yngvilda can hear the song of battle as loud as if a hoard of ulfen battle singers were screaming at her back. Completely unaware of the acid burning her, she dodges around the battlefield untroubled by doubts and dodges the next blast instinctively.
She takes a step and weaves a series of blows at the writhing mass of images
Cwm looks down at the kobolds surrounding him. He spins to decide who to attack, settling on the one between him and Tykent before sliding to the right, "go away little ones!"
Mak would have hit the kobold, but the damned webbing gets hung up on his wrist and his attack doesn't possess the strength it needs and misses.
Tykent's half-hearted attempt to avoid the kobold proves how inept of fighters that they truly are. The kobold spins to take notice of the shaman, but by then he's already moved past him. The less than willful kobold manages to reduce the shaman's effect to minimum duration.
Eldon's attack burns the kobold, the elemental damage adding up with his prior attacks.
Whether Yngvilda summons the inner strength from her ancestors or just gets lucky, the second strike flashes through the images and finds the real chieftain. Her handaxe strikes solid surface and she feels her enemy cry out in pain as blood stains her weapon and drips the floor.
Cwm finally finds his grooves, dropping both kobolds he attacks in rapid succession.
As the party finishes their round of blows, only the bleeding chieftain with images remains. Roaghaz screams in frustration, swinging his dagger at the heavily armored Ulfen and attempting to lean in and bite her throat. Both attacks miss and he backs himself further into a corner.
Cwm runs up and tries to stab the chieftain, "can we flank this guy?"
"Hold still there young one - this might sting a little, but not near as bad as that acid you've endured." The kindly old man sets a softly-glowing hand on Yngvilda's shoulder, and the warrior feels a rush of energy flow through her:
Falling leaves, crisp autumn air, the smell of something delicious cooking over the fire, hearty laughter, a belly full of ale - these are worth protecting!
Grimacing at the effect the webbing was having on him, Mak tries once more to break free and finally move clear of the webbing.
Unfortunately, yet again the webbing proves more than a match for Mak, who lets out an annoyed yell of disgust.
The acid causes fierce looking burns over Yngvilda's arms, but as fast as they appear, Tykent shushes them away.
Yngvilda appears not to notice though, locked as she is in her battle trance. She steps to follow the chieftain and again bash with her shield followed by a strike with her axe
Eldon moves forward, careful not to touch any of the strands of web. But is still unable to get a clear shot at the chieftain past his allies. Hoping that his aim is true he conjures another hand full of sparks and casts them at the kobold.
Eldon moves forward, careful not to touch any of the strands of web. But is still unable to get a clear shot at the chieftain. Once clear of the web he quickly makes his way past the obstructions in the room to stand with Cwm.
Chief Roaghaz watches all of his tribe get slain as the party moves. He catches sight of Nighttail at the far end of the chamber and starts to curse mightily at her in draconic, spewing volley of traitorous accusations one after the other. As his back hits the wall he switches to common, noticing the party has corned him. "MIGHTY LORD AETERPERAX WILL BRING DEATH AND DESTRUCTION TO YOU ALL!"
He swats at Cwm with a dagger and tries to bite him, but neither attack ever truly threatens the rogue at all.
Cwm tries to position himself to flank the chief and full attacks.
”Hush,” Tykent says firmly - well, as firmly as an old man ducking under a low ceiling and lecturing a kobold can be.
Now in a better position, Eldon conjures more sparks and hurls them at the remaining kobold.
Yngvilda smiles at the mention of lord aeterperax, imagining them to be a mighty linnorm, but otherwise she is oblivious to the world as she smashes away.
One of Cwm's attacks is dead on, but unfortunately he targeted one of the mirror images instead of the chief. One image fades just as Yngvilda swipes with her shield and destroys another image. Unfortunately both of Cwm's and Yngvilda's second attacks as well as Eldon's spark miss badly enough they don't negate any more images.
The last remaining kobold resists the extended duration of Tykent's old man evil eye attempt.
Shouting with frustration and feeling useless due to his sticky situation, Mak struggles with all his strength to get free of the disgusting webs.
Unable to escape, and utterly defeated, Mak can only watch as his comrades deal with the Kobolds as best as they're able.
Mak continues his epic battle with the webbing, still unable to join his companions on the other side of the cavern.
Now that all of his images are gone, Tykent has lowered his defensed and his minions are all gone, the chief is visibly irritated and his attacks are wild and inaccurate. His bite misses Yngvilda and he telegraphs his swing with his dagger at Cwm, both attacks missing.
Cwm is beginning to enjoy the hand to hand combat but doesn't want to prolong it, he might actually get lucky one of these times. After dodging the last attack, he returns the favor, sinking his blade in the chief's stomach, "your dagger seems broken, try mine."
”Looks like you need a hand there, old man,” Tykent laughs as he starts cutting at the web surrounding Mak. ”Us ol’ seasoned folks need to stick together, don’t we.”
With the images gone, and the kobold chief forced to fight feebly with his dagger, Yngvilda's excitement has waned. She becomes aware of herself again. She still fights, but she's starting to feel bad about this little wretch
Between the slam of her shield and the strike of her axe she barks "Throw down your weapons and you don't have to die"
Cursing as his attack goes wide, Eldon tries again.
But with the chief moving around dodging Cwm and Yngvilda's attacks the sparks go wide again.
Cwm manages to sneak an attack that damages the chief, but the remainder of the attacks from the party all fall short.
Tykent cuts away at the webbing to free Mak, but only succeeds in getting his dagger's blade caught in the sticky stuff and doesn't make much headway. Mak continues to struggle, unable to break free of the webbing even with Tykent's help.
"Surrender to a human? You're stupider than I thought!"
He manages to reach out and smack Yngvilda on the side of the face with the flag of his blade, bruising her more than injuring her.
Getting slapped sends Yngvilda into a rage. "Raaaargh!"
Cwm can't think of anything witty to say as he slices into the chief twice more.
Frustrated at missing again Eldon steps in closer and with exaggerated care casts the same simple spell conjuring a hand full of sparks and throwing them at the creature.
Tykent continues trying to cut Mak out of the web, but his knife has been dulled and he makes little headway.
The battle ends before Mak can even join it, despite Tykent's best efforts with his blade. Chief Roaghaz collapses to the ground after the party relentlessly piles attacks on him. Cwm's last slice sends the kobold collapsing to the ground.
Nighttail, who is caught in the webbing with Mak, growls in frustration until she is finally free. Pushing her way into the cavern, she walks up and spits on the dead chiefs face. Reaching down, she pulls his blood-stained ornamental robe from his body and flings it around her shoulders. "I'm chief now."
Looking around, it appears the western section of the cave is Roaghaz's
sleeping quarters. A large, soft pallet lies here, along with two locked chests. A search of Roaghaz's body reveals a key . Opening them up you find 1,895 gp in on chest, and the other holds six large green scales and an even larger black scale.
Turning to your group Nighttail says "Thank you for holding up your end of the bargain."
Cwm congratulates Nighttail on her ascension, "what now? Will the others accept you as chief?"