Chief Sootscale AKA DM's page

Carina looks over at Chief Sootscale awaiting the Marshal's response.

"We could throw net. We use them for fishing, but we could use it on these big beasties." he states as this plan is starting to take form. "We often don't hunt flyers, but we have a few traps that might work if it lands on the ground, but it must land in the right area."

"I will see about integrating some of our new troops with your scouts. The boggard will bear watching but shouldn't be a threat. I think we'll avoid the south for now but I'll want to head to the mine and find out what's going on there. I'll draw up the recruits and take them for an extended training to that area."

The chief nods at your plans and looks over the map, getting a better idea how people use these things called maps all the time.

"A heir is children, Chief, someone to become Chief after you."

Jameson spreads a map of the area out for the Chief and anybody else in the council.

"Have your scouts learned of anything in the area we should be aware of? How are your people adjusting?"

He shrugs at the mention of what an heir is.

Looking over the map he narrows his eyes when scanning the areas.
"We met a boggard there." he points to the area where you all encountered the boggard "We left him alone. Single creature, too few to be army, too weak to be scout. A few watch him from the forest, unless I call them back."

He continues his scan of the map, pointing out the areas you've been and how there have been a few scavengers there, picking off the dead the party left behind. He then points to the gunpowder mine to the north.
"A few bandits were there. Once we attacked, they ran. They might return, but we gave them a scare." he continues and points to the area of the south "Not explored yet, but we know many big monsters live down there. We will continue protecting between here and to Oleg's, keeping bandits away." he explains as he looks up at Jameson "Any humans to help would be good. We small and fast, but not too strong."

"I'm sure the Baron is working on it Jhod. As for me I've much to do. We need to begin forming a militia and soldiery. I'll need to coordinate with our new law enforcement and Chief Sootscale on how best to protect our newly formed borders."

Jameson smiles indulgently when he sees the portraits and does not request a more realistic one.

Let them have this. If we succeed it will live on beyond us. If we fail then the portraits matter not.

Chief Sootscale looks confused about the idea of heirs, but he just shrugs.

Sootscale nods Jameson's discussion of co-operating with him to form their soldiers and protect the land.
"Clan Sootscale will help." he gives his reptilian smile "Some of my people are here already, starting a new life, but many like being outside. We good scouts and know this land well."

"Hells, why raid caravans when they can rob yer house." Telias grumbles. "This whole civilization thing is a bad idear."

The chief glares at Telias for a moment.

few times I think i've given him too many big words to say. He's more intelligent than basic kobolds, however his main stat is dex. Good to know if you take him on as a leadership role. There are 11 spots afterall, 12 if you include the ruler's spouse who's Cha bonus addes to the ruler's role.

"We don't need anything. We will need tools when you start your kingdom and establish a road to here." he states, almost eager to get to work "I would love to be involved in building your city, if you'll allow it."

Hearing what the journal said: It is sad, but also fortunate that we arrived before he was able to kill the good Sootscales. Clearly he was both mad and evil. We should burn his body so that he cannot be resurrected or reincarnated again.

Turning to Chief Sootscale. You and your tribe have my sympathy for your losses to this mad kobold-gnome. I think that his body should be burned, but should you have some other punishment for those who would do evil to your tribe. We will not interfere.

Sootscale spits on the body.

Also forgot to mention. Tartuk also did the cursed god thing because he hoped their souls would end up merely floating in the etherial plane with no deity to claim them, stuck in endless purgatory for following a false deity. The fact he wanted to die and was trapped in a body he absolutely hated then there's a good chance he wouldn't like to be ressurected. Atleast that's the sense you get from the jurnal as he wished to take his own life.

Bronwyn's gaze is hesitant for a second, but as he offers his hand to the kobold his smile is confident.

I don't believe any one of us would ask your folk to leave your houses just so we can work these mines. Why don't we make a deal instead, from friend to friend?

He takes one quick look to the party, hoping to find approval in their gazes.

"The koboldfolk stay in your homes, and we'll provide you the tools to mine this silver. It's honest work, and one I believe you will excel at. You trade us the silver and small gems you mine in return for food for your people and the many commodities we may be able to offer you. Complex tools, magic and manufactured items will all be in your reach. And if any other force threatens the Sootscale tribe, we'll be there to defend all of you."

"What do you say, honorable chief Sootscale?"

Oh I forgot to mention. This also counts as dealing with the sootscales as they have no intention on being as vicious in their attacks anymore as they were and you've even solidified a relationship. You won't get the reward yet due to not yet returning to Olegs and them not seeing a change, however you have all leveled :)

Sootscale nods as this makes sense to him and then he gives a smile.
"We could make a much bigger cave. Tribe will grow huge." he smiles as the idea seems to become more favourable. "We can serve as scouts. Help protect your land."

This will be something to consider when kingdom building, but you can only open mines when you build roads that lead to them and mines of any type which give a boost to economy.

Following Bronwyn's lead, Ganit takes a seat by the fire and begins to pry off his worn leather boots. The joints in his toes crackle painfully as he stretches and contorts them in the hearth's comforting warmth. "Tomorrow we'll pack our cart and leave at sunrise. Since your war with the mites is over there is no reason for you to keep the supplies your tribe has stolen from any travelers so we would like to see them returned. In return for this we will open and encourage trade with the Sootscales as the land prospers. Now, what's for dinner?"

I'll do the treasury stuff after we leave the kobold den with whatever other rewards we gather. Wands/scrolls/potions are exempt from sorting so that wand is yours by default, Carina, seeing as your the only arcanist. Offhand, I think the bracers and cloak sell for 1000g each so they'll be worth 500g a pop.

Again, a diplomacy check will get him to open up as well as explaining how trade would be more profitable. They're simple humanoids who like shiney precious things.

He considers your suggestion but shakes his head.
"Our treasure. People we took from died or ran. Gems and coins ours." he says defensively as he begins pawing over the gems, precious rocks and coins.

Tartuk had on his body a wand of magic missile (CL 3rd, 28 charges), masterwork cold iron sickle, bravers of armour +1, cloak of resistance +1 and what appears to be a jurnal, written in Undercommon.

Sootscale nods and looks into the one of the bags and produces a brass wedding ring, handing it over to the group. He pauses to consider what Ganit says and then nods.
"You may for tonight. We need to clean out this room and burn Tartuk's body." he grins as he looks it over again, satisfied that his club did it's work.

Working on xp, give me a sec.

Edit: Wow, you guys are only 34 xp from leveling. Just need to map out the areas you've been to and you'll level :)

With Ganit's arrow his aim his true and once it hits nothing, becoming invisable for a second, but then Tartuk re-appears, bleeding out and then falls to his knees, spitting out blood and grinning as he looks at the group.
"Filthy Kobolds. You big people...will regret..." and with that his last word comes out as a garggle of blood before collapsing to the ground.

Sootscale smiles widely, walking over and then taking his club in two hands, lifting up high and then crashing it down on Tartuk's head, screaming triumph to the tribe. With that he turns to the group.
"You will always be friends to Sootscales. You can have all he had in life, our friendship and whatever you wish." he says, moving over to the treasure pile in the room "Anything here you want?"

1d100 ⇒ 22

Sootscale swings his club at the area, but misses as well as Jameson does.
"Die, Traitor!" he growls with anger.

Jameson's swing hits nothing as it swings at empty air.

Chief Sootscale swings his club at the area, copying Jameson

1d100 ⇒ 73

attack 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Chief Sootscale manages to hit something, however nothing appears visable so you have no idea if Tartuk is up or not.

James's blade smacked the kobold hard in the face with the flat side of the blade, knocking it off it's feet and to the ground unconcious. The cheif steps forward, striking out at Tartuk with his club, but he don't manage to hit him as he moved out of the way of the blow.

attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Sootscale is standing where the kobold north of Jameson was at U24

Sootscale nods as Carina explains how bloodshed is not perfered, but they are willing to get rid of those who cause harm to the land.
"We will exchange everything, to save my tribe." he seems a little surprised that Carina is able to speak in his tongue.

Taking the statue he looks to Ganit.
"Tartuk said with the statue gone, we would all die. The blues had statue, so we went to war. War needs supplies, so we attacked any big people we saw. All to save my tribe. I will save it now!" he proclaims as he shrieks in triumph, holding the statue over his head and then smashing it down to the ground, shattering it into a million peices. The other Kobolds in the room recoil in fear, but Sootscale has a frantic grin on his face as he examins his body. "No yellow. You have freed us from this curse! All that is to do left, is to kill the usurper!" as he says this he raised his club up and the other Kobolds get ready for battle. "Saviors of Clan Sootscale! Join me in combat to kill the one who cursed us. Old Sharptooth shall no longer harm this tribe!" he proclaims as he leads the charge for the group, through the area down the tunnels where you can see some vains of what you assume to be silver in the walls, unmined for centuries.

You wish to join him in killing Tartuk?

He contemplates what Carina says for a few moments, rising off a stone throne and nods.
"Yes, we can live within your laws and we see your strength. None of us could take become victorious." he says and takes a step forward, putting out his hand for the statue. "I Chief Sootscale or clan Sootscale give you my word we will live in peace with you big people. We won't attack trade carts, now with blues gone."

With your decision you make your way through the ex-mine. Unlike the mite lair, the walls here are big and high enough for medium creatures to walk around with ease. You pass a pair of alcoves where two kobolds were hiding, but they put their weapons at ease when they see that Mikmek is leading you through.

You are then lead through a area with a stone alter, covered in dried blood. Mikmek shutters as he looks at the alter and quickens the pace through into a large cave with a warm feeling air, thick with a reptilian stink mixed with smoke and burnt meat. Numerous beds of furs lie scattered throughout the room amid smoldering cookfires while to the south a ten-foot-wide alcove contains a large mount of furs framed by dozens of sticks on which are mounted skulls of many birds and small animals all smeared with ash.

There are a mere ten kobolds in this room, small compared to other tribes and a mighty-looking kobold decorated in many different charms and trinkets. He rises him his throne as he sees the group and Mikmek explains the situation to him, which he smirks and looks at the group.
"What do you want in return for the statue? You killed mighty blues, but you didn't kill Mikmek. Why?" he asks as he seems confused as to why you didn't just kill Mikmek when you found him. Sootscale has a club in one hand and a makeshift sceptar in the other hand and a skull on his head for a helm.

Chief Sootscale