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Kronag hops out of the trapped square, dodging the next wave of darts, and whirls a slingstone at Lareth's opponent.
Spoiler: Ah, we were waiting for each other. And immobilized isn't stunned. If you'll allow:
Kronag, howling in frustration, draws his sling again and sends a stone directly at K3.
Spoiler: Um, did I lose my turn? Kronag was never called, and I was waiting for the result of Lareth's before moving ahead.
Kronag follows Lareth. "C'mon, gang," he whispers loudly to the rest.
Kronag switches weapons back to his sling, and prepares to attack as soon as he can get a good angle.
Kronag steps up, taking cover by the wall, and attempts to swing his mace down when the kobold reaches any body part outside the portcullis.
Seeing Lareth flanked, Kronag runs to (what he thinks of as) the rescue, slamming his mace into the kobold.
Kronag advances, sling awhirl, then lets fly at his kobold counterpart.
Init
Stealth:
Kronag excitedly waves the others to join him.
Kronag nods and pushes off from the rest of the youths. As quietly as he can, he goes to inspect the trap door for anything of interest.
Kronag nods and follows after, as quietly as he can.
"Was that a kobold? Should we chase it?" Kronag asks uncertainly.
"Wowww. I never knew he could do that."
Kronag grins and helps Adrana to her feet. "Everyone coming?"
Kronag grins. "Do you need any help?" he asks Adrana.
Kronag shoulders his pack and steps into the circle.
Kronag immediately starts shifting books.
"What was that?"
Kronag takes the suggestion and gets a solid night's rest, filled with vivid dreams of battle and glory. He is too distracted by his own plans to recognize anything wrong with his foster-father.
His hand goes down and pulls out an old dwarven made time peace. After looking at it his brow wrinkles and he sighs slighly. "Come it's late. Bed beckons and you can tell of your adventures" Kronag looks confused, but follows the old dwarf inside. "But I just did tell you," he whines as they go. "Can I go tomorrow?"
Laz: Spoiler: "H-hi, Master." Then, in a rush, "I'm sorry I left the forge, Dori was supposed to tell you. There was a fire in the market, and kobolds, and I killed some. Then, Lareth, you know, saw where they'd come from and we rescued some guardsmen." Kronag can't help but look proud at this point. "And the Septarch wants us to go after more kobolds tomorrow -- we can save the town! Can I ?"
"Ah, yeah," Kronag has the grace to look embarrassed. "Sorry, Brazimal. I'd like to help, but I'd have to check with Teldorthan -- I'm not sure he'd let me go."
Kronag preens at the praise, then gulps at the last comment. "Kobold Hall? What's that?"
Kronag passes the bread and looks to Brazimal to tell the story.
"Pfft, kobolds! Who couldn't kill a bunch of the those rats. I myself could eaily wipe out a whole lair with just wag of my nose! Of course such small minds couldn't ever comprehend the type of power I possess." Tobolar straightens his back, puffs out his choice, and dusts his ratty gray robes. "Gee, too bad you weren't actually there helping, then." Kronag sneers. He then settles back when the old man enters.
Kronag bristles. "Not much -- just kill a bunch of kobolds setting fire in the market, track them to their lair, and rescue a bunch of guardsmen!"
Kronag, having realized the weight of the other youths' opinion, helps Lareth.
Kronag, though tired, pitches in to help get everyone and everything down.
"Now what?" Kronag whispers.
"Yes, let's go back the way we came."
"Yeah, Lareth, and I -- I don't feel so good. I've been in fights before, y'know, but not like this."
"Dragons? Wow . . ."
"Do you think the guards got back here? But that doesn't make any sense.."
"Maybe this will be a way we can get them out," Kronag answers, even as he rises and moves to follow Lareth.
"Do you feel that?" Kronag suddenly asks. "A breeze -- there must be another way out."
Kronag still looks doubtful. "How are we going to get them all down the rope?"
"Huh. I guess so," Kronag concedes. "But who'll take'em?"
Kronag stops laughing and stares at Lareth. "Lareth? What do you mean, 'take care of them'? They're kobolds. They'll just grow up to be bandits."
Kronag sits and laughs. "Corrin, you've got a new friend!"
Well, I spose we should just hand them over to my Sergeant at the Gates Lareth says as he gives one of the Kobolds a swift kick to stop it struggling as he ties it up. "Uh, right, the Guard," Kronag says weakly. "Maybe we just turn this over to them now? You trust your sergeant, right?"
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