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Bomb damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

I'm going to say not that impressive?

Korrith notices the crossbow bolts. His constant grin gets even wider as he pulls a vial of unstable concoctions from his belt.

Do you even aim? Clax hetha!

Korrith hurls the alchemically accurate missile into the window.

Bomb: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (15) + 21 = 36

At least, I think I'm doing this right?

I believe I chugged an extract of True Strike?

Could we possibly have a map? I don't know what's going on.

To be fair, he is.

Korrith notices the man falling back and quickly knocks back one of his prepared true strike extracts. Oh boy, cover. Fun times all around, so let me negate that with a +20 to hit.

SO sorry I've been gone! This is what happens when I lie to my mother.

Initiative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

Korrith wakes up from his stupor and notices arrows and hears Ariana. And then he notices the kobold in front of him, and his eyes go wide.

Korrith absentmindedly follows his comrades, not really noticing what's going on.

Sorry, I haven't seen much roleplay opportunity for Korrith for a while.

Korrith wakes up from his strange trance. Buh-gluh-ze-duh?

Korrith has once again completely tuned out the world, lost in his crazed mind.

Korrith perks up immediately at the mention of ale. Ale? If you don't want it, I'd like it! His voice is completely cheerful and without sarcasm.

It's hot? I feel fine. Then again, I grew up near a red dragon, so maybe my idea of "hot" is different from yours. Korrith rubs at a strangely dark portion of his tail.

Korrith finally returns to reality. Buh? Where am I, and why are there angry people all around me? He looks all around him, and he's obviously quite confused.

I am so sorry guys, I got kicked off my computer for a whole day.

Through all of this, Korrith has been wandering behind his compatriots in a sort of daze.

I forgot who's with who. Did everyone move to places?

Pssst. The Old Fang is where we fought the big dog.

Me? With the big guy? Okay then! I have no problem with this plan!

Korrith instantly hops next to Freia.

I'm with the magic people!

How do you remember your name, anyway? It's so long. My name's nice and short, and so are Freia's, Zayid's, Noro's and Pelgrev's. Ahrimana? Ruse 'n' Cracks? I can't remember your name, it's bloody long!

Translation: Kobolds, especially ones without many achievements in life, typically have short names. Korrith has trouble remembering names that are longer than two syllables. The only one he really can remember is Tsazgatherax, and her only because he likely heard her name every day from the moment he hatched.

I'm with Freia and Risen Carts!

Korrith starts bouncing enthusiastically. Once again, he cannot seem to get Ariana's name right.

Nah, it's just a spell that I knew about! I know you can't read, but it's telling us who this corpse belonged to, as well as roughly how and when they were killed! None of us can cast it yet, but it's bloody useful... uh, pun not intended.

Her? So it was a woman?

Korrith immediately dives for the meat.

The true food of dragonkin! Glorious meat!

When my extracts do get prepared, Korrith is going to be packing two extracts of True Strike.

Have we had time to prepare spells and such?

What spells can I work with here...

I have no idea how Korrith would learn formulae from spellbooks... Not roleplay-wise anyway.

Magic, magic, magic, magic, magic, Risin' Curse! Risin' Curse!

Korrith happily lets Freia lead the way as he gets Ariana's last name wrong yet again.

She volunteered! She's not a criminal, she joined the Tears of her own accord.

Casper, his name was? He's worse than a goblin, and I know how infuriating goblins can be. They've ruined carefully laid traps meant for other creatures, and I've had to pick the little idiots out of them.

Korrith seems to have simmered down somewhat, though he's still quite aggravated.

Public intoxication and accidental vandalism! I... kinda blew up a church I was supposed to be renovating. It's the cleric's fault, he hired me while I was drunk.

Korrith seems to simmer down a little bit.

Fine... He leaves with Pelgrev, though he still isn't very happy.

Korrith pulls some grass and puts it in his mouth.

When he spits it onto the ground, it's on fire.

I'm no pet. I am an exiled alchemical genius, and will be addressed as such!

Firebug race trait! I get Spark as a spell-like! Anyway, due to his lack of actual expressions, would Casper need to make some sort of Sense Motive check to realize that Korrith is ABSOLUTELY LIVID? Korrith's just barely keeping himself aware enough to not start anything.

Also, I can't imagine that Sorrows, if any are present, would condone the intentional provocation of fellow Tears.

Casper, your name is? I'm Korrith Embermaw, kobold alchemist, at anywhere BUT your service!

Have I mentioned that I'm mad? The kobold giggles crazily.

Korrith is still glaring at the halfling.

Has the halfling realized that the red kobold alchemist is a psycho yet? Come to think of it, has ANYONE? His comment about burning should have scared people. Which was his semi-lucid intent.

If the mini-man wants to play with fire, let him get burned. I like burning.

Korrith is battering down his (faint) facade of sanity, and making it quite plain that he's out of his mind.

Rats? I didn't catch any rats. And I haven't eaten rats on purpose since I hatched.

Korrith is genuinely oblivious to what they're saying about him. As am I.

He does, however, understand the insult leveled at Freia.

Oy! Be nice! Korrith's face is normally locked in a mad grin by his physical layout, but his smile somehow seems more savage now.

He chuckles a bit, though it clearly doesn't sound humorous.

Yes, Korrith considers Freia a friend.

Korrith may or may not be drawing stares. A kobold in Magnimar is likely an unusual sight, after all.

That should not be a problem in any situation! I want only the spells!

Bodies what look like mannequins. No features whatsoever.

Miss Absentia!

Korrith bounds up to the Tear with his usual enthusiasm. Do you know anyone with access to the spell Blood Biography? It might help with investigation here!

Do you guys think Absentia could help us find someone who knows Blood Biography?

Where's Ariana? I did crash right into her.

Korrith charges out, hoping to find the other Tears. He ends up crashing into Ariana's legs. Without missing a beat, he jumps up starts shouting out his information.

Spell! Spell! I thought of a spell that could help! It's called Blood Biography, and while I think it's beyond any of us, maybe someone else in Magnimar knows it! Words!

Did anyone hear Korrith?

Alrighty then!

Also, Korrith DID just yell that, very loudly.

Korrith tries to batter down the big Tsazgatherax-shaped wall in his memory.

Taking 10 on Knowledge (arcana) to try to remember the Blood Biography spell.

Yes, I totally made that reference. Oh, the ways I can screw up Ariana's name~

Knowledge (Arcana): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

The memory is swept away by visions of a great red monster, spewing fire, and...

Korrith noticeably shudders.

Well, there went my chance of breaking the story. :P

Sorry I haven't posted in a while, League of Legends has been eating all of my attention. Anyway, I'm assuming Korrith stays with Freia.

Korrith has been listening inattentively. He has no idea exactly what he's getting into, but one thing that jumps out at him is the fact that the bodies have not been identified. Something tries clawing its way into his shattered memory.

I'm trying to see if Korrith knows about the bard/wizard/sorcerer/cleric/oracle/inquisitor spell, Blood Biography. What's the Knowledge (arcana) DC I'd have to surpass here?

Korrith's speech has turned into enthusiastic yammering; clearly he enjoys his line of work.

OOF! The unexpected impact knocks the breath out of the kobold mid-word.

Korrith thinks on these words for a moment, and starts yammering to the dog in Draconic.