Normally, Adele, you would be correct. But at the part where I fell into the water, there was a huge stone support block that actually only made the water 10 feet deep. Its a different depth than where you are.
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I'll wait to see what happens before I decide what to do. If its a TPK, we'll all bring in new characters probably. Other than that, I suppose it depends on if the survivors can use the Staff of Life.
Findor's body may yet recover. But it doesn't. Findor is now at -10 hitpoints and dead. :(
Findor tries to stabilize again. And loses another hitpoint!
I'm not that worried about dying... Its just a game, afterall. If I die... well. I've served my goddess well, I think. You didn't see me get all upset when he died the first time... lol. :)
Okay, Deleted... confused yet?
A little shaken by the sudden events of the ambush, Findor aims and fires a flaming armor-piercing arrow at the hobgoblin directly to his south, carefully aiming around the beautiful obstruction in front of him. +1 if armored
Satisfied with the hit, Findor reaches for a second arrow (). He aims at the other hobgoblin still blocking the bridge to the south. +1 if armored
Findor will make the arcane gestures necessary to cast spells in armor , and cast flame arrow on his quiver of arrows.
Sorry about delay. Work got in the way. :)
Findor adapts what he hopes is a kobold-like stance, raising his voice in the typical kobold-squeak. "Brave dragon-people do what halfling asks, yes? Make noble sacrifice. Great dragon be loved by many people!"
Findor goes back to the party to report his findings. "I do not like this. Dragons can be subtle, from my understandings of them. Not often, but sometimes. They can find ways to use lesser magics that other races are sometimes dumbfounded by."
After landing and transforming back into his normal kobold-self, Findor casts detect magic and slowly approaches the bridge.
Findor uses the power of Calanharel to cast beast shape I with arcane armor training. He transforms into a golden eagle and flies into the sky to search for any evidence of their passing from above.
Findor looks around the cramped cave and snorts a chuckle. "Heh. Well at least its a dry enough place to prepare spells."
Obscuring Mist and Silence followed by Fireball. Death from a Vapor. I have fly spells and other modification spells as well. Flame Arrow.
"I thought we had agreed to attempt to convert first, and then slay if they were inconvertible." "It seems like some of our members have joined the militant branches of their churches though, and have resorted to Kill first, ask questions later mentality."
Findor steps out of his hiding place in the nearby woods. "If the kobolds have been subjugated, perhaps my plan would not have worked so well after all."
"Yes, but I've been fortunate to keep my hood up during our daytime encounters. A natural aversion to sunlight that is part of this new body has prevented me from being fully visible. As for nighttime encounters.... the only one I can recall is the explosion in the keep, when everyone was running around insanely and finally into the keep itself. If I present myself as the kobold without the hooded cloak, I do not think I shall be recognized at all. But in any event, the contingency plan is a sound one. If I am recognized, I'll just dive off the bridge."
Findor lowers his voice conspiratorially, though there is no real need to do so. "Alright. Here is my plan to incorporate the rest of you. I will go ahead first and attempt to meet with the Dragon and negotiate safe passage for Adele to meet with the Dragon as well. The rest of you, prepare for the likelihood that this strategy will not function. If it meets with partial success, as I am currently fearing, I will leap off the bridge and drink my potion of flight, hopefully carrying Adele to safety if she is with me. After that, we run for the fortress if we need to."
"Such a deception would go against the teachings of Iomedae. What I am proposing involves some deception, but hopefully not so great a one as that. I simply wish to offer praise and glory to the Dragon and the People of the Dragon, and to hear its Wisdom so that I may take it to the people of the Vale. That is the only service I offer, but for many dragons, it is enough." "Do we have any gems that we can offer as a gift of courtesy? One always goes before dragons bearing gifts. Perhaps some coins from my portion of the treasure?"
Findor thinks about the scenario for a moment. "Dragons are intelligent. As are the People of the Dragon. If one or two of us were to approach for the purpose of greeting the Dragon, perhaps in the name of the town, we could better understand what their demands are and take them back to the town as their messengers. At least, that is what we would seem to be. However, if many of us go out there, it will definitely seem like an attack or reconaissance of some type." Findor looks down at himself. "As a kobold, I feel as though I could at least greet the hobgoblins and their dragon master as an equal - a monstrous humanoid, and at one point my race was either allied or servant to the dragons, as I pointed out before." He looks around and sees the dubious faces on the other members of the party. "If I take Adele with me, I am not sure how believable my bluff would be. But I will allow you all to bring this to a vote."
"I just want to find out what the dragon wants. And I've probably been studying Draconic longer than you have been Adele, not to mention I have a slightly more natural form for communicating with it. In the not too distant past, Kobolds were allied with dragons, so I might be able to approach without being hacked down by the sentries. Halflings, I'm not so sure about."
"If the dragon is lawful, then why can't I just go talk to it and see what it wants?"
"I could go try to talk to it, worship it, or whatever works."
Findor dives out of the oncoming flame, but still is a little singed. "There, its another flying thing! Its blurry. Is that what you saw the other night Adele?"
Acting almost without thought, Findor quickly draws his bow and knocks an arrow, sending it hurling after a brief moment of foresight channeling arcane energies into his assault.
Findor awakens feeling refreshed and somehow invigorated. What a restful sleep. I feel 10 times better than I did yesterday.
Whispering along with the others, "I had no idea elves were so hated here. It is amazing how Desna's Paths unfold. If I had been my original self, we might not have survived this encounter." After a pause, Findor bows his head and sends a short prayer to both Iomedae and Desna. "The ways of the gods are strange, but they are beginning to make sense."
Findor sits and enjoys the meal, no longer fearful of catching the disease.
Findor pauses, a little more than worried at the prospect of disease.
"The disease that he has... is it infectious?"
Findor takes a look at Feek, and whispers curiously to him. "How does a goblin spoil a tree?"
Findor tilts his head, in strangely typical kobold fashion. "I believe he's talking about the explosions, Adele. The ones at the fort."
Findor follows attempting to appear meek and servile, following along as Adele's servant or the like. He realizes he does not have the personal charm to assist his friends.
Findor halts in his tracks when he sees the larger giantish creature.
Findor pulls up next to Adele and whispers to her. "Adele, I do believe that this poor fellow has caught some sort of disease. If this proves to be a friend instead of an enemy, hopefully you have some healing magic that will help him."
"Is there a likelihood that these giants could be allied with the People of the Dragon? Or perhaps they are also enemies and could ally with us in this fight?"
Findor takes no interest in any of the magical items, as all of them are too large for him to use anyway. Once,... perhaps. But no. He had already claimed much from the treasures they had found already. He leaves most of them in the vaults they were found in, hoping that they would again be there upon their return, placing the dragon's skull back in the large chest it was found in. He looks at the gold chain found in the whirbird's nest. . As for the strung giant's teeth, Findor cuts the string and takes the canines and incisors (and any other long, pointy teeth), placing them in his beltpouch with the hydra's teeth and the bloody iron-reinforced arrowhead. The remaining teeth he places with the dragon's skull. * * * * * After sleeping through most of the afternoon and evening, Findor awakens refreshed and peruses his spellbook once again.
In the hours of waning sunlight, Findor also pays his respects to the two innocents buried near the keep's garden. He allows himself a moment to pray to both Desna and Iomedae.
(glowing sword)
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