You are kobolds of Absalom’s Sewer Dragon tribe. Made strong thanks to an alliance with the Pathfinder Society, your tribe has many enemies seeking to test its newfound might. Chief Yiddlepode, wise chieftain of the Sewer Dragons, knows that her alliance means nothing if the tribe can’t defend its territory. For the past several months, the tribe has sent its best and brightest on scouting missions throughout the region, repelling others from intruding on the Sewer Dragons’ rightful domain.
As the latest group assigned to protect the Sewer Dragons’ interests, you have received orders from Chief Yiddlepode to make contact with an ally of the tribe—a peculiar otyugh by the name of Hats. Constant supplies and the occasional tribute have endeared the otyugh to the Sewer Dragons, and Hats now acts as further muscle for the kobolds as well as an additional set of eyes and ears in the sewers. Hats informed one of the tribe’s gutter runners that he has an important captive for the Sewer Dragons to interrogate.
Your orders are clear: find and interrogate Hats’ captive. Discover what intrusion has taken place within the domain of the Sewer Dragons and deal with it. Above all, don’t risk the tribe’s alliance with the Pathfinder Society.
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Fazgyn sits in the corner, back to the wall and eyeing his companions suspiciously.
His tail flicks in irritation at the thought of having to work with others.
"So this is dangerous, right? I'll be in the back but you already know that, right??" he says grinning.
Several of the other Kobolds in the room bear the marks of some of his inventions.
His great maw splits wide in anticipation of being able to explore some of these newest tunnels, and he almost laughs at the idea of more mayhem to be caused with some well placed defenses.
Well, what are we waiting for? says Engashez, a spark of excitement in her eyes, Let's go, fellow truebloods! Our great Chieftain has given us a task to fulfill, and we will do our best to accomplish it, or die trying!
Follow me, fellow truebloods! I, Engashez, will lead us to glory!
Varanog eyes his fellow kobolds with a barely concealed look of disgust at their antics. Soon all of you softscales will bow to MY whims...then the flesh lovers above...just need to be patient a little while longer... he cackles softly to himself. Drawing his attention back to the present he grimaces, "Only one deserves to be leading from the back..ME!" Still he waves the kobold rogue behind him..."I got's my eye on you!"
"Ehhh ... so no one is at the front? I mean we cannot all hide in the back!! But let me maybe ask some questions. So this "hat" ... does he have a weakness? And what is his story?" the rogue says astounded.
The muscular female kobold bangs her arms down on the closest table. ”Pethjun lead from front! I strongest warrior! I protect our queen and tribe,” she shouts as she glares at the other kobolds. It was clear that Pethjun wasn’t a kobold to be trifled with.
Just don't get in the way of my bombs...don't say I didn't warn ya... Athrax says as he snugs down his belt and readies to go off.
again i dreamt of a dark wyrm.
The cleric nods.
One of the first sewer dwellers to swear allegiance to the kobolds of the Sewer Dragons was an otyugh named Hats. As one would expect, this particular otyugh has a fascination with humanoid headwear, and the Sewer Dragons provide such items as tribute to the beast to keep it complacent.
ruin following an explosive demonstration from the tribe’s former alchemist, Yippitok. Scouts whisper of movement in the broken caverns.
The trap expert starts to brief the rest.
”As you know I know a lot! So be careful and listen to what I say!! Ok?!? Chief Yiddlepode’s alliance with the surface dwellers of the Pathfinder Society brought much power to the Sewer Dragons tribe. The Sewer Dragons stockpiled a considerable amount of armor, weapons, and magical equipment through trade with Absalom’s merchants via Pathfinder intermediaries. Pathfinder allies carry magic compasses called wayfinders.
One of the first sewer dwellers to swear allegiance to the kobolds of the Sewer Dragons was an otyugh named Hats. As one would expect, this particular otyugh has a fascination with humanoid headwear, and the Sewer Dragons provide such items as tribute to the beast to keep it complacent. And that is why I know a lot! Because I’m involved in this stuff!“ the trapper says proudly.
”And just so you know that I trust you a little bit more than I can throw you I want you to know the following: A section of sewer close to Hats’s lair once connected to an unfinished section of underground tunnels. The area collapsed into ruin following an explosive demonstration from the tribe’s former alchemist, Yippitok. Scouts whisper of movement in the broken caverns. So we have to be careful!“ he says and whispers a little.
”An now let’s go to hats!!“
”Find Hats and beat up prisoner? Sounds like great mission for strongest kobold,” Pethjun shouts as she bangs the table and jumps to her feet. ”Lets go! Time for mission!”
You arrive at Hats’s lair unchallenged. The otyugh’s hideaway is a partially collapsed vault off one of the sewer’s less-traveled sections. The space is wide and open, but the collapsed eastern wall, along with numerous wooden coat racks placed haphazardly around the chamber, makes it seem cramped. Each of the racks supports a collection of hats of varying sizes, all of which are lathered in varying degrees of dirt and grime.
The Otyugh Hats is a peculiar creature, which is a respectable feat for a member of a sewer-dwelling species. Hats is a hulking mutant with four flailing tentacles—three spiked and one covered in eyes—instead of his species’s standard three.
Hats bombastically greets you as you enter his haphazard abode
"Hello my fellow Sewer Dragons!"
He uses one of his barbed tentacles to display the hat of a naval commodore and another one a pristine white cowl acquired from a prophet of Kalistrade.
Looking at the naval commodore's hat he says:
"No, Tricorn Willy, I don't know these ones yet, I will ask their names for you!"
He directs his eyed tentacle in your direction:
"Clansmen, could you introduce yourself to my friends Tricorn Willy and Lady Lace"
as long as you know to duck when i start tossing things around..
Athrax looks around, intrigued by the other sewer dweller's uniqueness.
I'm Ahtrax...mixer of stuff... the alchemist says, not sure about protocol when dealing with an otyugh
“Ehh .. FAZGYN is my name!! But you should know that! My reputation should precede me!!“ he says.
“So Hats … you have something for us you said?! We are here!!“
”Am Pethjun! Strongest kobold in all the land! Who am prisoner to question?!”
"I be the great and powerful Oz...err wait, wrong movie..." Varanog mutters briefly to himself before he spears his little arms wide swirling his cape in a awe-inspiring (in his own mind) gesture, "I BE the great and powerful Varanog! Supreme Leader of all before me!"
"I'm Hats! This is Tricorn Willy and this is Lady Lace!"
FAZGYN bows to the hats and then at Hats.
"Mr. Hats and dear hats, a pleasure. Can we see what we came here for please?" the kobold trap master says a little impatiently.
Glorious day to you Hats, friend of the Sewer Dragons! I am Engashez, the Dragon Speaker! I salute your companions Tricorn Willy and Lady Lace as well, as they too are friend of our tribe! the kobold makes an ampious bow and exaggerated gestures to salute the otyugh.
"SKYRAHK, May Dahak destroy you all."she says like a prayer.
Pethjun moves ahead. ”Am nice to meet Hats and friends! But Pethjun is on mission. Am told prisoner is here. Pethjun want speak and find information from prisoner,” she yells at almost the top of her lungs as usual.
FAZGYN looks at Hats expectantly.
"Mr. Hats, so where is the one you caught?" the kobold trap master says a little impatiently.
FAZGYN looks at Hats expectantly.
"Mr. Hats, so where is the one you caught?" the kobold trap master says a little impatiently.
"Oh, sorry, I got distracted." Hats says while he is looking at
Engashez' headwear. "That is a very nice hat, can I try it on?" he asks the bard.
Pethjun elbows the bard sharply in the ribs. ”Yeah, let Hats see that hat! Bet it am fit real nice,” the mighty kobold bellows.
You keep all your hats here with you? A locked room might be a good idea...never can tell when someone might want to rob you...
"Hmmm," Varanog cackles softly before raising his voice, "Me not see your other hats! Where you keep them?"
"Hmmm," Varanog cackles softly before raising his voice, "Me not see your other hats! Where you keep them?"
The space is wide and open, but the collapsed eastern wall, along with numerous wooden coat racks placed haphazardly around the chamber, makes it seem cramped. Each of the racks supports a collection of hats of varying sizes, all of which are lathered in varying degrees of dirt and grime.
You keep all your hats here with you? A locked room might be a good idea...never can tell when someone might want to rob you...
"Tricorn Willy is a heavily trained marine, so he's very capable defending our hats. Only a fool would try and break in. Like the guy we captured recently!"
The little kobold is clearly afraid of the large beast but he is also eager to see the man.
"So can we see the human? Have you already eaten a little of him or can he still speak?" he asks curiously.
"So can we see the human? Have you already eaten a little of him or can he still speak?" he asks curiously.
"Oh! Yeah! Forgot about him!"
Hats directs you to the back of his chamber, which features a spacious, 15-foot-deep pit. A ragged-looking human vagrant mutters to himself as he paces below, an obvious limp slowing him down. A half-dozen hats rest in the dirt at the base of the pit.
Hi GM, can you put this roll20 Link as a map link on the campaign page please?
FAZGYN walks to the man and looks at him.
"You, hey you! Start talking! Who are you? What do you do here? Talk or you will be lunch and dinner ... step by step!" the kobold says in common.
Smart...like you... the alchemist points to his head and nods to Hats. He moves to go talk to the intruder.
”Talk ugly human, or mighty Pethjun jump down and am punch face in!”
Intimidate
“You lot! Excellent! Simply excellent! You’re Sewer Dragons, aren’t you? Oh, my apologies, I mean, you are most capable defenders of the exalted Sewer Dragon tribe of Absalom—rulers of the sewers upon which I have miserably intruded.”
“I’m a member of the Pathfinder Society, you see. A Venture-Captain, in fact, one who helped forge our alliance! I’d been following a group of our suspected enemies above ground, and they descended into the sewers nearby. In a section of nearby tunnels, I found our enemies hard at work, constructing some sort of magical portal in a ruined sewer line. In my folly, I alerted those I was following and was waylaid. I managed to drive them off, before your friend —the one with the headwear fascination— found me and dragged me here. That doesn’t matter though. All in the past, I’d say.”
“I need to warn the Society! But, I don’t think there’s enough time before this portal opens. You fine soldiers of the Sewer Dragons should do… only you can stop it!”
Your name human?"
Pethjun looked at the others. The human knew of the Sewer Dragons and was in the Pathfinder Society. Face punching have to wait, she thinks to herself.
”where am magical portal?”
Varanog eyes widen in excitement before narrowing in cunning. Magic portal...could be just what I need...
"What dis portal do anyway? Do not tell lie here else I feed you to Hats!"
”Oh, that sounds dangerous! But you need to give us something!! What do we get!!?“
Your name human?"
"Pardon my manners, I am Venture Captain Drandle Dreng, at your service!"
Varanog eyes widen in excitement before narrowing in cunning. Magic portal...could be just what I need...
"What dis portal do anyway? Do not tell lie here else I feed you to Hats!"
“All I know is that it connects to a larger base of operations for an organization opposed to the Pathfinder Society, known as the Onyx Alliance. They’re from very far away, and they have a grudge against the Society because we’ve stopped some of their previous schemes. Most importantly, they’re a ruthless band of villains, and if they’re building a beachhead in the sewers, they’ll be sure to clear out any potential threats—your tribe included!”
Drangle Dreng pauses a moment.
“From the few minutes I had to inspect the portal, it’s clear to me that it can only be activated from the other side, wherever the other side may be. If the Onyx Alliance successfully activates the portal, someone will need to go through and find a way to close it.”
The venture captain looks at all of you.
“From what I overheard, it is set to activate shortly after additional reinforcements arrive from the surface.”
"Hmmm ... I believe we should investigate this portal but not let this man here out! Pathfinders are allies but maybe he is only lying that there is a threat for our tribe!" the rogue says crossing his arms.
Fazgyn is right...better safe than sorry...
"Drangle Drang" she mumbles. "Who names her child Drangle? And Why our prestigious clan only meet a captain? Hein? Why not a venture-General or whatever you call your Leader."
"I will stop this invasion human. Because as descendants of dragons, Kobolds cares about their minions and the society meet our demands and so you are minions. And this is our territory. You said that this portal can only open from the outside. Do you think we will have time to put traps?"
"Ok, we leave the man here. We go and look for the portal!!" the rogue says and starts to move.