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Fazgyn puffs out his chest proudly when Skyrahk tells Denture Cabbage of his heroic exploits, "I'd be glad to tell you all about it if you heed Skyrahk's warning!" He narrows his eyes and makes an 'I'm watching you' gesture with his fingers. Despite being a loner, Fazgyn really starts to enjoy the heroes welcome and spends a good while regaling kobolds with the tale of how he slayed Shadrixis.
"Thanks, Skyrahk! I was in the zone, you know? For some reason I felt faster, braver, and more heroic than I ever have before..." Fazgyn says, sheathing his two swords and poking around for the treasure Engashez promised, "I guess I just needed a real challenge to unlock the hidden potential within. But if you think I'm carrying that huge thing all the way around Shadow Absalom, you're more deluded than Shadrixis was when he thought he could take on the mighty Sewer Dragons."
Fazgyn deftly dodges the explosion from Athrax's bomb and gives him a look that could sour cream, "Isn't there enough danger already? Now I have to dodge your silly toys as well- Oh, not so fast!" Interrupted by the fleeing wyrmling, the angry Sewer Dragon lashes out at the soft spot he targeted before...
He then chases after Shadrixis, using his heightened speed to full effect to get back into a flanking position. Fazgyn waits his moment, and jumps at the wyrmling's exposed rear in another attempt to cause debilitating injury.
Debilitating Injury + Poison: Poison: Large Scorpion Venom—injury; save Fort DC 17; frequency 1/ round for 6 rounds; effect 1d2 Strength damage; cure 1 save. Debilitating Injury:
Fazgyn acts quickly, suddenly realising the dragon is actually small and not just far away, this should be easy after all! He thinks to himself as he speeds around the central sphere with unnatural speed, appearing behind the wyrmling in a flash. Feeling particularly heroic, and with the world seeming to move in slow motion, Fazgyn picks a particularly soft looking spot on the Shadrixis' back and rams his sword towards it.
Poison + Debilitating Injury:
Poison: Large Scorpion Venom—injury; save Fort DC 17; frequency 1/ round for 6 rounds; effect 1d2 Strength damage; cure 1 save. Debilitating Injury:
Fazgyn grip on his blades tightens nervously at the sight of the true blood, Is this really happening... Are we really going to attack a true dragon? Too awed to say a word, and feeling more like he should bowing before the wyrmling instead of attacking it, the quivering kobold just waits to see what happens...
Fazgyn pulls out both of his swords, applies his last vial of scorpion venom to his main sword, and oil of darkness to his other one, "I'm ready when you are, Sewer Dragons..." He says, to the rest of the group before turning back to stare at the orb.
Fazgyn's eyes narrow even further, "Well, our tasks do seem to align..." He sounds unsure, but he eventually agrees with his fellow Sewer Dragons, "But if you are lying to us, after Skyrahk has destroyed you, I'll feed what's left of you to Hats!"
Fazgyn's eyes narrow, "You're asking us to kill one of the great Argrinyxia's children, a true blood no less..." He starts scratching his chin, eyeing the four-armed creature suspiciously, "How do we know we can trust you? You might be one of the imbeciles of the Onyx Alliance for all we know."
"Nononono, I'm missing it! I'm missing it..." Fazgyn starts rushing through the crawl spaces when he hears the traps snapping, but by the time he gets to the portal, it's all over. Sulking, and grumbling about stupid impatient softskins, he searches through the dead body for anything shiny to take his mind off the disappointment. "Hmm, this has some potential..." He says to no one in particular as he holds up the oil of darkness for inspection.
"Strange... What sort of invading force would set up in a dingy ally like this? And a portal three feet in the air is certainly not ideal." Shrugging, Fazgyn decides to take a quick around, and he licks his lips at the sight of the sign, "MMmmm... I could do with a snack after all that fighting! I wonder what sort of organs they sell, I could really go for some fresh lungs right now." When everyone is ready, he wanders with them out of the ally to experience the wonders of the Shadow Plane and what he soon finds out is the city of 'Shadow Absalom.' He doesn't speak to any of the locals, preferring to eye them suspiciously instead, so perhaps it's little wonder that he has next to no clue where the Sewer Dragons are, or what they should be doing, "Do any of you know where we should start?" He asks his dragon-kin.
"Hahahaha, what... What was that?!" All Fazgyn can do is laugh at the man's pitiful attempt at fighting, "No seriously... Did you just try to hit me, or was that what you softskins do when you want to surrender?" Still laughing, he flashes both blades at the poor excuse for a fighter.
Fazgyn is stunned for a moment, watching Hats in all his glory, From now on, whenever I see a fancy hat, I'm saving it for him! However, before any bromance can bloom, there is the small matter of softskins to mop up, and Fazgyn rushes back into the tunnels to block off any escape.
Fazgyn pops out of his hiding place and raises his bow, looking for a likely target to test his poison on. Fixing his sights on the all to smug looking spellcaster, he shouts down, "You think you're smart. Stupid, stupid." And he shoots that poison arrow to his heart.
Giant Wasp Poison: injury; save Fort DC 18; frequency 1/round for 6 rounds; effect 1d2 Dex damage; cure 1 save.
Fazgyn scrambles around in his pack, wishing he had set more traps You can never have too many, why did I leave a whole room clear? Pulling out the Giant Wasp Poison he was looking for, he starts to apply it to an arrow with an evil smile, Next best thing, yes it is!
Fazgyn watches as the magicians zap his eccentric ally and immediately fires an arrow at the nearest intruder, "Hats! Have a snack or steal a hat, but for the love of Dahak, GET OUT OF THERE BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE!" He then retreats further into the tunnels, hoping that none of the magical bolts can reach him, If he dies, the chief will be angry...
Fazgyn pulls his swords out of the dead man's back and puts them back in their scabbards, "Ha, they never stood a chance against our traps!" He starts happily rolling the dead bodies into the pit and gets to work resetting the trap, "Shame I missed most of them tripping! I bet the looks on their faces were priceless..." He then draws his shortbow and hunkers down in a good spot to watch should Hats feel like eating anyone else.
Fazgyn leaves the swords in the guards dead body, retrieves his shortbow, and turns around to look into the pit, "We are the Mighty Sewer Dragons, and you are trespassing!" He draws back his bow and releases an arrow straight at the guard in the pit.
Mistaking Skyrahk's prayer for a motivational speech, Fazgyn leaps into action, hoping to destroy a soul or two, "RAAaaagh!" The not so terrifying roar of a tiny dragon echos through the chamber as he leaps up to stab the guard in the back, "I'll destroy your soul!"
Fazgyn stabs down at the wizard's foot as he runs past, "" He rasps loudly, chuckling at a good trap well sprung. Now that he the softskin's attention, Fazgyn treats him to a display of swordsmanship, slashing at the man with both swords.
Seeing that they might run away, Fazgyn quickly scurries off to cut off any hope of escape.
Fazgyn quickly scrurries forward, and presses himself against the wall next to Hats. He then peeks around the corner, hoping to get a glimpse of the carnage caused by the latest trap.
As the sounds of the soft skins gets further away, Fazgyn curses and kicks a pebble in frustration. He then hobbles towards the now invincible Hats, complaining all the way about how the stupid surface dwellers made him stub his toe.
Fazgyn hides out in the tunnels, snickering at the wonderful sounds of traps being triggered. He fades into the shadows, just hoping that he gets a hilarious view of someone falling into a pit.
Fazgyn curses as the sounds approach from the opposite direction than expected, "Stupid softskins, don't even know how to fall into a trap properly!" He scurries through the tight tunnels towards the sounds as he draws his two swords.
Happy New Year! That's all Fazgyn's traps done. I'm not entirely sure what you guys meant about the pit, so if you feel there is a better location for it, let me know and I can move it. ;)
Fazgyn whistles happily to himself as he starts rushing around the tunnels, sprucing them up with his favourite decorations. As a finishing touch, he retrieves a banged up ventriloquist's dummy from his pack and sits it in front of the entrance. The creepy thing just sits there with its mouth half open, and the trap master gets to work inserting an arrow that'll shoot out of its chest when the time is right. Finally he places a sign in its hands, hiding some of the mechanisms. The writing is too small to read unless standing very close and it simply reads: made you look!
I picked up a stomach bug over Christmas, so I'm going to be out for another day or two. Feel free to bot me while I'm snuggled up in bed. ;)
I think you're being a bit hard on Skyrahk there, Khaoz. You can construct as many Swinging Axe as you want, and I like Engashez's idea for placement: A hallway full of swinging axes is a classic. :) Fazgyn can create any of the traps by taking 10 and has some poison for Dart traps. I was thinking that a couple would be nice shooting across the entrance, then a Jabbing Spear trap for the single file areas. If we have 6 phases (I'm a bit confused, GM, you said five but gave us six) I could also place a Pit Trap at one of the ends to the single-file areas to complement Athrax's. As an added bonus, if anyone fancies rolling craft their craft checks, Fazgun can give up to two PCs an automatic +2 to their rolls. This doesn't work if you take 10. Alternatively, I can instead reduce the time it takes to create one of my own traps by 1 phase.
"And you, your final seconds!" Fazgyn quips as he draws a second sword and steps forward, slashing quickly and viciously.
Fazgyn laughs at the creature's pathetic attempt at swordplay, "Ha! You call that stabbing?" He asks condescendingly in common as he and draws his favourite short sword, "This is stabbing!" He then pokes at the man in front of him while smiling evilly. Finally, he bravely hops back towards Hats to give the other Sewer Dragons room to manoeuvre. Rolls and Actions: Move action: Draw sword Standard action: Attack Orange No action: 5' step
I haven't got any tricks up my sleeve, unless I can somehow start sneaking around in the tunnels to get behind them, I'm leaning towards immediate offensive. But maybe if we can figure out a way to bunch the trespassers up slightly, we can give Athrax a really nice opening attack. Not sure how we can pull that off though, even if Fazgyn puts on his most innocent/concerned voice and says, "Excuse me, but you really should be holding hands down here. Why it's so dark and confusing, someone might get lost without their sewer buddy!"
Fazgyn continues to sulk in the shadows, wondering why Engashez is being so nice to the gangly, smelly, creatures. Pfft! If they had come earlier, maybe the dog would have been satisfied after feasting on sewer workers. Maybe then it would have left us alone. Honestly, why am I the only one who knows what they are doing around here? He thinks to himself as he sheaths his swords and waits for the trespassers to be shown the way out.
Fazgyn, displaying his incredible bravery once more, decides to fade into the shadows while the more talkative Kobolds deal with the intruders. Stupid sewer workers! They're always setting off my traps and getting me in trouble with Chief Yiddlepode and the Pathfinders. He thinks to himself sulkily, arms crossed and watching the surface dwellers with disdain, Why can't the meddling creatures just leave our home alone? Or appreciate how funny it is when they hang upside down with their stupidly long arms flailing about?
I just did something similar in one of my games. I felt a little wrong calling the combat early, but there was very little point in dragging the combat out one more round when it was such a foregone conclusion. Now I don't feel so bad. Thanks. :)
Fazgyn returns to the corridor where he first heard the fearsome howl, passing a slightly chewed Engashez on his way, "It looks like I was right to go and fetch Hats as quickly as I did. But there is no need to thank me for saving your life! The look of hushed awe that you are currently giving me is thanks enough." He tries to sound as confident as possible while practically running pass so that Engashez doesn't have time to reply. He then waits at the end of the hall, both swords drawn, ready to move on once the others have recovered.
Fazgyn joins in with the cheering, "Ha ha, that's the way, Hats! Eat it before it eats us!" But like Pethun, he makes no move towards the dog.
"HATS!" Fazgyn screams as he pops out of the narrow tunnel and continues running to stand behind the large, eccentric otyugh, "Hats, yes, squish it, squish it!" He almost trips over his own tail as he looks around for a good hiding place, preferably somewhere with only one narrow opening and plenty of room to construct hundreds of traps, "I'll be rooting for you from over there!"
Ah, gotcha! I thought we were Panicked. :)
The howl makes Fazgyn's blood go warm as a shiver goes down his spine, and all his scales quiver with fear, "W-w-what's that!?" He doesn't wait for an answer, however, and immediately turns tail and runs straight back towards Hats, "Monsters in the sewers, and I have no traps ready... we're DOOMED!"
Fazgyn pops his head out of one of the thin tunnels and looks at the other Kobolds messing about with the scaffolding, "I like this place!" He says with a mischievous smile, "Plenty of opportunities for traps and ambushes." He hops out of the small gap and scurries excitedly towards the opposite tunnel, "If this is where those Onyx creatures are going to come through, we can have lots of fun!" He says as he squeezes past Engashez and explores the next tunnel.
Fazgyn rolls his eyes as Hats takes a decidedly unstealthy approach to the situation, but he does chuckle a little when Engashez points out what his unexpected bath turns up, "The stupidity of humans never fails to surprise me." He says as he makes his way down the ladder, "I mean, you would never see a Kobold in water like that!" He makes his way up to the small passage, wondering if it might be a good way to sneak up on the overly large soft-skinned Onyx people. "While Hats is enjoying his bath, what do you say about having a quick look through here?"
"That is good advice for anywhere, my hatless friend." Fazgyn whispers back, "Traps that grab your feet are the most fun!" He then heads off again, scouting for any trouble, and now also keeping an eye out for a safe way to bring Hats with them.
Fazgyn quietly walks down the dark tunnel, on the look out for any errant traps he may have laid a long time ago and forgot about. He isn't terribly eager to join a fight, but knowing that a smelly hairy human has already defeated, and apparently licked, these Onyx people makes him feel confident that the mighty Sewer Dragons will have little trouble dealing with them.
Just dropping in to say that as Christmas approaches, I will have a few traditional family events that will make it unlikely for me to post on certain days. The first few events will be tomorrow (Friday), and Sunday, but Saturday may be a bit of a struggle too. Please bot me if necessary.
Fazgyn follows swiftly behind Athrax, stealthily slinking through the tunnels and eagerly anticipating an excellent day of trap laying.
Fazgyn nods, "Yes, surface dwellers always have hats! I think it's to compensate for not having a roof over their heads..."
While Fazgyn doesn't feel quite as strongly about alleviating the humans doubts as Skyrahk evidently does, he nods along, "The mighty Sewer Dragons require no backup, but if you are a Pathfinder Denture-Captain, then you are an ally." He turns to hats and, stifling another chuckle when he sees Engashez's hat once again perched on one it's appendages, asks, "This hairy thing is an ally of the Sewer Dragons. It should be set free before we head off to defend our territory from other surface dwellers. Would you mind letting him go?"
I shall never understand these creatures, Fazgyn thinks to himself, frowning, "Why would you lick them? No, do not answer! What you surface dwellers do with your enemies is of no concern to us..." He thinks for a second, "But why do we need to go through this portal? We can set many glorious traps all over tunnel and portal, nothing will get through without first losing it's head or arms. If we go through and deactivate it, we will be stuck!"
Fazgyn tries his very best not to laugh, and even feels a little sorry for Engashez when he sees her little tail droop, but the way she stomps off to the pit just makes him chuckle, I tried. Once at the pit, Fazgyn peers down at the unbelievably hairy creature, and adds, "You best speak fast, human! We mighty Sewer Dragons do not like trespassers." Noticing the scattering of hats, he wonders if the smelly thing had simply come to steal Hat' hats, What is the big deal about hats? Have I missed something? Hmm, Maybe I should get one of my own...
Fazgyn smiles as Engashez reluctantly hands her hat over to the Commodore, Hehe, she's never going to see that again... Hmm, but if I'm going to give this 'teamwork' thing a go, maybe I should help her out. Fazgyn clears his throat and says, "That is a very fine hat, but I'm not sure it will fit you, Commodore Hats. I mean, Engashez does have an exceptionally small head... I think that's why she can't wrap it around how to make traps."
Fazgyn just rolls his eyes at Varanog's pronouncement, and steps forward to introduce himself, "Hats! I am master of traps, Fazgyn, I protect territory of True Dragons with many fine creations." He says proudly, patting his tools. Fazgyn tilts his head to the side, regarding the strange creature for a moment, not sure what to make of them, "You are strange, but I like you!" He finally says with a smile.
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