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![]() Gray takes an AoO on the dwarf.
Gray attacks the dwarf.
Depnaakra looks at the ground, much as he did when you first saw him. "Ah...to kill you or save myself..."
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![]() Rhen kills the scorpion. Black, Green and Grey are your enemies. There is another to appear that has no color. Red and Blue are Eadoo and Kib. Green is Depnaakra Depnaakra attempts to free himself from the webs as he taunts the flying human, "My trees will neither hide you nor protect you. Peek-a boo." He addresses the female who would have him surrender. "I gave you the opportunity to leave without a fight. This blood is on you, human."
Black attacks the dwarf.
Gray attempts to free himself from the web.
A kobold appears in the cloud and attacks Eddie
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![]() Depnaakra stops fighting the webs and relaxes. He looks at Niu. Making no attempt to move his arms or speak, he simply concentrates. concentration v DC 17: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24 A bolt of lightning strikes Niu for 3d6 ⇒ (4, 5, 6) = 15 damage. The scorpion readies an attack against the first enemy that gets within his reach. Gray attempts to get loose from the web.
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![]() "The beetle, had you identified it would tell you that. Where else would I get an Azlanti beetle but in Cold Marrow? Your prize awaits you in an ancient sacred Azlanti burial mound now desecrated by Merlokrep and his undead minions. What awaits you there is unknown to me. I dare not enter such a place. The Azlanti may be long, long, gone but the powers they harnessed are surely still at work there. Golarion has yet to harness a scrap of what that society accomplished. Return from whence you came. I shall report you dead so that you and I may live. If not, you shall remember these words as you take your last breath." ![]()
![]() "When I returned from a routine hunt, you had slain my king. What brought him back from the dead is beyond my knowledge. I was present not long after that occurrence as he was sewing himself back together with his teeth. His grisly work complete, Merlokrep rose a twisted thing of twine, leather straps, and rotten meat, a few pathetic scales still clinging to his once-impressive frame. Whatever animated Merlokrep also animated his slain warriors for him. His legions restored and powered by the black arts of undeath, Merlokrep has returned to his murderous ways. The revenge of the Kobold King is at hand. He seeks the death of those who took his life above all else. My work here is to drive you to him so that he may exact his revenge upon you." ![]()
![]() "I am Depnaakra, Truescale Sting Warden. I set up the playground you just enjoyed. I also led the raid on this camp that took the lives of most of your people. Surely you despise me. I hold no hate nor love for humans. I only do the bidding of my king for fear of my life. If my life must be taken, I prefer your swift death over that of my king's. So, before the killing begins, what is it that you wish to know?" He looks at Eadoo and Kib. "You played your part well, Truescales. The human threat shall be over soon. You may return to Depnaakra now." ![]()
![]() You see a green kobold accompanied by three black kobolds and a large monstrous scorpion at the edge of the woods to your north. This kobold is slowly moving toward you. He does not carry himself like the other kobolds you encountered here. He is calm and his movements are slow and deliberate. Looking at the ground as opposed to you, he seems pensive. He carries a quarterstaff with vermin cages hanging off it. "Parley. Humans would rather talk than fight. You even like to talk before an unavoidable battle. Ah, not all humans are you? Good. I am willing to parley as it will give me pleasure to enlighten you to your errs and certain demise. Send your best talker this way. Not too close, though." Please move your tokens where you would like them. |