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Beyond Fort Horizon

The kobold leader makes another noise and with one final cry the Kobold raiders drop dead silent.

Draconic:
Follow them, once the leaders are found we will catch them all and make their deaths painful.

Halfling, as one of the scaled I do not follow your god. While I appreciate that you are willing to assist us in a just cause I have no desire to owe a favor to you or your allies. Regardless you have given us what we need, those fleeing fools are going to run straight to their masters. A small noise of motion is heard and another inhuman (though small) growl
Draconic:
Ritmush! Get over here!

"I am going with my warband, I am leaving one of my less stealthy warriors to question the raiders that survived.
Ritmush ensure your interrogation determines who the raiders are lead by and where they are on the minimal chance something prevents us from finding the same. I would prefer you not kill my raider, my response would be unpleasant." with a chant of more draconic that builds to a crescendo Loroh Lor sighs once
"Goodbye, please keep your exceptionally hairy midget from antagonizing others in future. It could be dangerous to her health" a small crack like a hundred snapping fingers overlaid on each other and the cliff is silent.
Beyond Fort Horizon

yanno I was expecting the whole counter ambush ploy to fail but not so quickly. Did I write something that implied the kobold has designs on killing you? Because I tried to be fairly careful to word that agression toward the No-bolds. Eh, guess i will have to see if i can just ignore thikkas point and force them to give up before they realize she is actually correct.

There is a beat as the hill is quiet, followed by a semi audible sigh. Unless you are secretly wearing the skin of my kin I dont have any interest in fighting you today. You are entirely free to leave. I have no interest in your caravan, nor am I secretly helping your enemies. As I can only imagine you have a brain and realize the intelligence of a raiding party who blindly charges over a hill screaming and hollering with when they could have easily stayed on the cliff like my warband currently is and shot whatever happens to be in the canyon down there with no issue. with another bark the chattering kobolds go still.
So, humanoids who have chosen to raid wearing the bodies of my race as crude costumes. If you wish to believe the hairy halfling I can prove her wrong and kill more of you then they already have inflicted on your numbers or you can give up now and live.Drop your weapons and stop fighting. Your choice.

Beyond Fort Horizon

Will save DC 16:
The sound of this creatures voice seems, off. Like it it wasn't there or something. As you focus on the wavering quality the voice distorts more until there is little doubt that you are hearing a falsehood. Likely an caster of some kind is behind it.

"Stupid mouth breathing noscales who are unable to even do a raid right." A voice resounds over the cliff, sounding like a gruff hafling with a lisp. Or perhaps a Koblod but no such creature is readily apparent on the cliff.
"I am Raid leader Loroh Lor, while you have been failing at raiding the caravan full of assorted tall folk and a tasty halfling and an excessively hairy one we have set up on the cliff above you."
The voice barks an order in draconic and all along the cliff from other well defended or difficult to see spots more voices join chattering curses in the same language. There are at least a dozen, likely many more, separate voices in the cacophony
"The rest of my warband is unable to speak this fumbling tongue but I will sum up for them.
Those of you who have dared to wear the scales of my race and those of you who raid with them can give up now. Tell me who you obtained the skins of my people from and I will let you leave.
What my raiders want to do is varied but the least painful is burying you to the neck next to a hill of meat eating ants."
The voice pauses once more as the raiders clamor again spitting curses. "Warriors guarding the caravan, I have no interest in shooting you today. I only wish the No-bolds and No-lls".

Bluff: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

Sense motive DC 19:
You are reasonably sure from the feral tone the voice is cloaking in his speech that this creature has absolutely no intention of letting the No-lls and No-bolds leave.

He is entirely honest about his disinterest in fighting you though.