Drint's page

That was a short revival...

I hope the GM wasn't counting on me saying no...

The kobold replies to Drint.

In Draconic** spoiler omitted **

Have hearing morning and afternoon today. Will be leaving in a minute.

Drint nods and says something.

The kobold Drint is speaking to again issues another string of gibberish.

In Draconic** spoiler omitted **

Drint glares at Rolly. "I think you are ruling out the obvious: that they are telling the truth and perhaps the king wishes to speak with me." He turns back to the kobolds.

The kobold, entangled as he is, cockily starts jabbering away at Drint.

In Draconic** spoiler omitted **

Drint nods uncertainly, speaking slowly.

Rolly steps forward, holding his axe in a menacing manner. "So, what're they sayin'? Why were they waitin' ta bushwhack us?"

Drint glares at him and points at him, then back where he was standing before. He turns back to the kobolds.

Drint wrote:

Coralee Starscryer wrote:

Not wanting any part of interrogation tactics, Coralle hangs back with Fjyndel to secure the area and keep an eye out for any more trouble.

Drint looks nervous, then begins speaking fast in a strange, yapping language.

** spoiler omitted **

For those who understand Draconic** spoiler omitted **

Drint responds, looking surprised.

Not wanting any part of interrogation tactics, Coralle hangs back with Fjyndel to secure the area and keep an eye out for any more trouble.

Drint looks nervous, then begins speaking fast in a strange, yapping language.

Drint wrote:

Radavel wrote:

"Hey, they were going to ambush the party! It was necessary!"

"What? How do you know that?"

"Oh, fer cryin' out loud! Yer blinder 'an a cave bat, you know that? I think even if they shot ya, you'd think they was just huntin' and thought we were a bunch a' ruffed grouse!"

Turning to Coralee and the others, Rolly says, 'Let me at 'em. I'll get 'em to talk, whether I talk kobold or not!"

"It happens!" Drint protests feebly. "They were probably just keeping on their guard!" Nonetheless, he nervously follows Quirk. When Roll says he will come too, the kobold spins around, furious. "I thought dwarves were supposed to be good! Even if the kobolds were aiming at me, two wrongs don't make a right, thug!" He turns and follows Quirk.

"Hey, they were going to ambush the party! It was necessary!"

"What? How do you know that?"

Cries from two entangled kobolds can be clearly heard through the forest. Above Quirk can be seen clapping his hands in success.

Drint leaps, looking startled. "Quirk, was that really necessary?" he complains.

Well, Radavel is still around, so what happened?

Bump.

Failed the roll.
Drint nods, looking nervously at the dead wolf. He takes a step towards the entrance. He raps hard on the door (if there is one), assuming nobody stops him, and calls out, "Fellow kobolds! I, Drinta Coppersworth, of the Cattail Tribe, wish an audience with your leader or representative on an urgent matter!"

Drint wrote:

'Rolly' Skullsplitter wrote:

Muttering under his breath, Rolly continues on following the tracks at a brisk pace. "He sure defends 'em an awful lot, considerin' he claims he ain't one of 'em ..."

Drint hears him. "By that logic, the dwarves who used to live there are your relatives, dwarf."

"They very well could be. But the main difference is that I wouldn't be ashamed of it! They didn't go kidnappin' kids or nothin' ..."

"Neither did these kobolds! And who said I would be ashamed?"

Muttering under his breath, Rolly continues on following the tracks at a brisk pace. "He sure defends 'em an awful lot, considerin' he claims he ain't one of 'em ..."

Drint hears him. "By that logic, the dwarves who used to live there are your relatives, dwarf."

"Well, some fairies are known to like little children very much... for dinner.... don't look at me like this... it is not my race i am talking 'bout. We pixies abhor eating flesh from living creatures. But I have heard from my former friends, well they are dead now, aren't they, that children went missing in the woods in the last months... several ones. Some bones were found, so they were eaten. Drint? Drint? Perhaps they want to feed some fairies with them, I did not suggest, those kobolds would eat them." Quirk hovers a bit out of reach of the irascible kobold trying to defend his own race.

Drint frowns. "That is ridiculous. First of all, if there are possibly carnivorous fairies, why blame the kobolds for every mishap in here? Second, couldn't it just be a wild animal? Third, kobolds wouldn't really have any reason to feed the fairies. Now, come on!"

DM:

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"Drint, I trust you to some extend," Fjyndel begins whispering to the Kobold, "but those trails here... See, it looks like this one child here... It tried to get away. Some Kobolds followed him, ... here the child fell to the ground, and as you see from this footprints, they nearly dragged him back to the others.

From what I can tell, the children didn't freely follow your kind.

I think you have to accept that these kobolds are not that friendly towards other as you are.
Please consider this, when you try to speak to them."

Drint does not seem disheartened by this.

Fjyndel Klingroot wrote:

"Did I not say that the tracks lead towards the monastery? Where else would the Kobolds get the children to?"

"Mebbe we can catch 'em before they get there. Time to stop talkin' an' get movin'" Rolly sets off following the tracks, his axe in hand.

Drint frowns. "No, because we're going to the monastery anyways. We merely have to go there and ask for the mushrooms, and offer to take the children back. Now come on." Drint follows the tracks as well.

"Um...me and Drint go forward? By ourselves? There has to be a better plan. Someone? Anyone?" Quince looks nervously around at the rest of the group, Drint's and Rolly's continuing argument completely forgotten. "I...I think we should see if we can find whoever was calling for help first. If we can't find anybody, then...maybe...we can go with Fjyndel's...umm...plan."

Drint frowns at him. "Perhaps we should send one group, consisting of Fjyndel and Skullsplitter, to follow the tracks. See if we can find the children. Then Coralee, Quince, and I go to speak with the kobolds. If the first group finds the children, they head back here to join us. If we finish speaking with the kobolds, we can go back here with the mushrooms. Agreed?" He frowns again at Quince as he speaks.

Quince stumbles up in the darkness, not willing to light a light and give away the group's position unless absolutely necessary. "Footprints? So that was a scream I heard. Drint may be right, we don't know the whole story. But might I suggest we wait until morning to investigate further? Not all of us can see in the dark you know, and if the kobolds are bad (and Drint, I'm only going on our own previous experiences in the ruins here), it might be better to go in the daylight when we have the advantage, however small it may be."

"'Previous experiences'? Given that we invaded their home, I should think that we are the less trustworthy. We can hardly judge by the time we 'attacked' their territory Or that's how it seemed to them."

Knowledge (nature), Perception (Sight) (1d20+10=15, 1d20+3=12)

Grendel would probably see better, but has no means of telling his discovery to the Gnome.
How recently? Survival to find out?

Finding the footprints and where they lead to, Fjyndel rides back to the others, stopping them with the words:
"Footprints. We found footprints of Kobolds and Children. No 3 hours old. So either the Kobolds have an orphanage built in that monastery, or worse things go on in there..."

Drint frowns. "We can't assume that the children were kidnapped without proper evidence. All you've got are some old footprints. Perhaps there was a kobold hunting party, and they found some lost children and are bringing them home! Or to shelter, at least. You can't always assume the worst."

Drint sits straight up. He looks terrified, as if he just had a nightmare. "I heard it too! We need to go. Perhaps there's a wild bear!"
1d20+5=18

Living in interesting times, home burgled. Luckily the laptop was with me. Thank God for small favors. Will update in the morning. It's been a long day.

Ouch, that sucks. Hope you're all okay, and that the D&D books weren't stolen.

Drint frowns, but says nothing.

Drint nods. "Alright, but if we go in numbers they may suspect treachery. We should go about it with you guys all standing a few meters back, so they don't feel threatened, and them having a few guards back. Otherwise, they'll think we're planning to kill they're leader."
I refuse to acknowledge the existence of Valentine's Day.

Drint wrote:

"It will!" Drint insists. "They probably weren't eager for bloodshed, they were just protecting themselves against a supposed 'raid'. If I went, alone, to the entrance and asked to talk the their leader, we could talk things out and solve this without any more death!"

"Uh huh. And then, you'll tell 'em all about us: how many of us there are, what we can do. And lead 'em back here right to us. No thanks! I trusted ya once, only to have ya come after me, apparently 'cause ya got somethin' against dwarves. I seen yer true colors, Drint!"

Rolly turns to the others. "I'm new ta the group, so you guys decide. But I don't like that idea. And let's not ferget, they've already seen you two," Rolly says, pointing to Coralee and Fjyndel. "Last time I checked, most kobolds like gnomes even less'n dwarves."

Drint's jaw tightens, but he says nothing. "We have nothing against gnomes. Well, not exclusively. We just don't like gnomes because they're always attacking us. Not that I have anything against your race..." He says to Coralee, "...most of you are alright. It's just a few nasty folk which ruin it all for the rest of us."

Drint wrote:

'Rolly' Skullsplitter wrote:

"There's a small cave over that way." Rolly points in the direction of the cave. "Too bad it's not big enough fer all of us ta lie down in; someone will haveta sleep outside." Rolly stares directly at Drint when he says this, plainly indicating he's referring to the kobold.

Drint shrugs. "I don't like caves, anywaysss."

He turns to the others. "I've been thinking. Maybe we should attack the dungeon like before. Maybe, if we just went to the entrance and asked to talk to them, we could come to some agreement. I'm sure that they would gladly give a bit of the mushroom if they understood that lives depended on it. They probably just thought we were raiding their home."

Rolly rolls his eyes. "Yeah, that'll work."

"It will!" Drint insists. "They probably weren't eager for bloodshed, they were just protecting themselves against a supposed 'raid'. If I went, alone, to the entrance and asked to talk the their leader, we could talk things out and solve this without any more death!"

"There's a small cave over that way." Rolly points in the direction of the cave. "Too bad it's not big enough fer all of us ta lie down in; someone will haveta sleep outside." Rolly stares directly at Drint when he says this, plainly indicating he's referring to the kobold.

Drint shrugs. "I don't like caves, anywaysss."

Rolly remains only inches away from Drint. "I gave 'im a chance to back off. I gave 'im a chance to take back his words. He didn't. And you heard it from his own mouth - he wants ta kill me. So unless I finish this son of a garter snake now, sooner or later I'll wake up with a poisoned blade in my gut. 'Sides, he ain't said I was wrong about those kobolds being his kin ..."

Drint hisses at Rolly. "They aren't my kin, dwarf! They aren't because the only kin I ever had are back on that mountain!!!"

Rolly's eyes narrow, his face flushes red, he stops preparing to take off his spiked gauntlets, and he takes a step closer to Drint. "You're right. Kobolds don't beat up everyone who mocks 'em. Ya spineless, sneaky, gutter-dwellin' lizard-rats stab 'em in the back! Ya know what? I think I'm startin' to get this. That's yer tribe back there, innit?"

"Shut up!!!" Drint shouts, seeming extremely upset.

"...Ya joined with this here group when ya found out they were gonna try and stop it, plannin' to betray 'em the second they got to the monastery. Now, yer just waitin' fer everyone to fall asleep, so you can lead 'em to us and kill us in our sleep!"

Drint hisses in terrible rage. "You'll die for that, you piece of earthworm scum!!!" He unsheathes his dagger in fury.

"I'm willin' to settle this however ya want, ya cast-off piece of dragon-spit. I put my axe down, thinkin' we could do it without blood, but I can see by yer hand on yer dagger that ain't so. So do what ya gotta do."

"Oh, I will..." Drint mutters, pointing his dagger at Rolly in silent fury. "I will settle this indeed, you traitorous, evil, disloyal, family-killing speck of sh**!!!" Drint screams.

Drint wrote:

Drint glares at 'Rolly'.

"Rightfully? Rightfully?! In my experience, dwarves are of the utmost dishonor. They probably stole it from the kobolds, for all you know! Perhaps they have become so savage so as to defend themselves against thieving dwarves like you!"

Rolly smiles again, but this time, there's nothing good-natured about it; rather it seems awfully menacing. "'Twas a dwarven monastery, built by dwarves fer the worship of Torag. At least, that's the background I've heard of it. Now, I like ya, Drint. You've fought well and honorably in the short time I've known ya. And I'm a pretty good-natured chap, not the 'you've insulted my honor, now die' kind of dwarf you usually see."

His smile disappers, and he returns Drint's glare. "But no one, and I mean no one, calls me or my kin 'dishonorable' or 'thieves'. Maybe you might wanna rethink some of yer words?" He begins cracking his knuckles, as if just waiting for Drint to insult him again.

Drint glares back. "Typical of a dwarf. The minute someone calls into question his 'honor' he reverts to his normal brutish self and threatens the other into silence. Say what you will about kobolds, but at least we don't beat up whoever mocks us. We are willing to improve. Of course..." He says, putting a hand on his dagger, "We are also smarter. And...." He looks Skullsplitter straight in the eyes, looking uncharacteristically angry. "We also have the sense to actually care about our children enough to give them decent names which don't make them seem like bigoted, traitorous, twisted brutes. Of course, people already know that about dwarves, there's no sense in hiding it."

Drint wrote:

Drint groans. "That...wasss terrible. Insssultsss to our race. Koboldsss are sssuppossed to be welcoming. Friendly to travelersss. Inssstead, they ssstabbed me in the back.

"Well, most of the Kobolds aren't as friendly as you are. At least that is what I gathered from stories.

That monastery looked pretty dwarfen to me, so I don't think the Kobolds down there where there first. But you are right, we don't know that for sure." Fjyndel adds.

Drint seems to calm down, but frowns. "'Dwarven'? How would it look dwarven? Kobolds are every bit as good at building as dwarves, so I fail to see how it would look 'dwarven'.

Drint glares at 'Rolly'.
"Rightfully? Rightfully?! In my experience, dwarves are of the utmost dishonor. They probably stole it from the kobolds, for all you know! Perhaps they have become so savage so as to defend themselves against thieving dwarves like you!"

Drint groans. "That...wasss terrible. Insssultsss to our race. Koboldsss are sssuppossed to be welcoming. Friendly to travelersss. Inssstead, they ssstabbed me in the back.

Hey, can someone draw Drinta Coppersworth? He's a coppery-red kobold, and wields a knife. Check out his backstory for more info.
Pretty much everything else can be left to the artist, but you get bonus points if you do an extra with him wearing...you guessed it...a dancing top hat!
Thanks. :)

Drint wrote:

'Rolly' Skullsplitter wrote:

Coralee Starscryer wrote:

Coralee looks around at the building. "Wow, that thing is a mess. I thought Dwarves were s'posed to be good builders? So should we camp here tonight and start to look in the morning? I s'pose we should check the place out first though just in case there's something living in there. Ummm... Rolly McGolly how about you go in first... ummm y'know 'cause you're a Dwarf and all and it being a Dwarf building... yeah that sounds like a good idea!"

Rad:
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"So ya want ol' Rolly to be the canary, eh? Well, I 'spose chain will have to do fer feathers!" Rolly will laugh loudly, even if the others don't get his mining reference.

"Not sssso much a canary, more like an open flame..." Drint speaks up, "Because the canary just dies. The outcome with you would be kin to an explossssion." Then, seeing Rolly glance at him, he quickly drops his gaze and fiddles with his knife.

Rolly looks at the kobold for a moment, and then explodes in laughter. "And I believe ya'd be right!" He comes over and slaps Drint on the back (a little rough, but not enough to hurt). "Can't believe I'm sayin' this, but you're all right!"

Perception (hearing) (1d20+7=21)

Rolly sobers up when he hears the wolves howl. "Two, I think," he says, hefting his axe and preparing if it sounds like they're coming closer.
Survival check to determine best place to camp for protection against animals, etc. (1d20+5=25)

"Erm...wolvessss?" Drint seems nervous. "Will they attack ussss?"

Coralee Starscryer wrote:

Coralee looks around at the building. "Wow, that thing is a mess. I thought Dwarves were s'posed to be good builders? So should we camp here tonight and start to look in the morning? I s'pose we should check the place out first though just in case there's something living in there. Ummm... Rolly McGolly how about you go in first... ummm y'know 'cause you're a Dwarf and all and it being a Dwarf building... yeah that sounds like a good idea!"

Rad:
** spoiler omitted **

"So ya want ol' Rolly to be the canary, eh? Well, I 'spose chain will have to do fer feathers!" Rolly will laugh loudly, even if the others don't get his mining reference.

"Not sssso much a canary, more like an open flame..." Drint speaks up, "Because the canary just dies. The outcome with you would be kin to an explossssion." Then, seeing Rolly glance at him, he quickly drops his gaze and fiddles with his knife.

Drint plants the butt of his spear into the ground, looking determined. "Everyone, get out!"
To DM:

"We have what we came for! Get out! Let us get away from here!" Fjyndel shouts, running further away from the hut, whistling for Grendel afterwards.

Drint seems very happy to leave. He follows Fjyndel.

Drint draws his spear, but seems uncertain as to what to do. He takes a step back.
Is there anything in the cauldron that Drint saw?

Perception failed.
Drint jumps up and yelps as he sees the moving monstrosity.
Initiative 1d20+4=11

Drint has remained silent the entire time. Now he looks like his nervous self.
"Perhapsssss she issssn't home?" He asks hopefully, fidgeting with his pack.

"What isss going on here?", Drint asks, frowning at the dwarf.
Drint is small, even for a kobold. He has copper-red scales, and snakelike eyes.

Failed Perception check.

Drint looks down. "If Usssmilla had the ability to bewitch folk, she would have done it already, before now. Girther hassss abandoned us", He says bitterly.

Radavel will be busy until Friday evening, his timezone.

Drint shows no surprise at the snow. "This happened all the time when--nevermind."

Suffice to say I failed my Perception...badly.

Drint nods tiredly. "I hope it issss dry there..."

1d20+2=7
Great, the only one who fails...
Drint starts sneezing and shivering. "I...(atchou!)...think I may have...(atchou!)...a cold..."