"vaj laH jIyaj lugh DaSov'a'?", Alia finally responds, having focused on the kids before and making sure they are fine.
"'ej 'e' nab vItu' qIy'amo pagh ghIq."
One hand in her pocked, Alia feels power surge back into her as she recalls one of her spells utilizing her magical pearl.
Without looking away from the two Kobolds, she calmly continues in common:"I will not be given as sacrifice, and my blade will have no other master."
She turns to Vexset, seemingly wanting to say something, but stopping herself from talking.
Being smooth would be an insult in their tongue, but it sounded...somehow admiring. Best not to interpret things wrongly.
Meanwhile, back at the rolling boulder ambush site with Alia and those pesky kids.
Time weighs heavy on me today so we will just do that thing in movies where the film switches from subtitles to the home language, regardless of who the actors are portraying.
"Of course I know you can hear my words." Chatchit blusters. "I mean--those ears. Still, it is the greatest honor a non-Sootscale can attain. So, are you sure?"
Vexset blinks twice. It is a sign that she is trying to process all of the verbal information being passed among the three.
"Vexset, Do not burden this--the chosen feast of our dread goddess." says Chatchit.
"The she-elf must be fattened up and an list must be made of the items that she will soon contribute to dread Ilthuliak's treasure horde! This is a beautiful sword." continues the kobold cleric admiring Alia's sword.
He also asks MikMek ** spoiler omitted ** "I'm asking who's commanding them to attack Olegs."
Mikmek barks his reply.
The more heavily armored black kobold (whited dots) listens for a moment before interjecting.
"'TeHghISDen?'" the Kobold practically spits the word. "wej 'teH'. DuD tuq."
Draconic:
"'Truescales?'" the Kobold practically spits the word. "Not 'True'. Mongrel tribe."
This kobold wears a wooden breastplate burned an appropriately ashen black. It is crudely carved with eyes to resemble some leering monster or demon's head. He wears fetish amulets and chars around his neck and arms carries a small, bent morningstar.
As she disembarks, Alia chants some more Elvish, and her Blade emanates the cold of winter as she rushes towards the Goblins trying to block pursuit:"You will not stand in my way."
"Tartuk, you are running out of bodies to use as shield!"
Alia and her target exchange wounds, with Alia coming out the better for it. The kobold's ally swings wildly at her trying to avoid falling over the precipice and into the lava below.
red scimitar v Alia:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5damage:1d4 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2
One of the hooded kobolds steps forward, hands tucked into his robe's sleeves and addresses the giant Numalar.
"Huj Hab wa' 'e' Dun jat qab yItlhobneSQo' jatlh, ghotvam'e' 'e' nob Ho'Du' jej Ol'." At which point he and his fellows all clap their scaly fists to their chests and cry: "Hoch OL' Ho'Du' jej rI'!"
He then continues as if nothing happened. "tartuk qeylIS-jatlh ghogh jotlhmeH wa' wo' 'e' vIH pagh chomuvbe''a'."
Draconic:
"Strange Smooth One that speaks our exalted tongue so poorly, this is to be an offering to Ol' Sharptooth" At which point he and his fellows all clap their scaly fists to their chests and cry: "All HAIL OL' SHARPTOOTH!"
He then continues as if nothing happened. "It is for Tartuk the God-Speaker to voice whether this one is to be moved or not."
Celyne manages to calm them down (again), but you can tell whatever innocent feelings of hope, joy, respect and love that may have existed within the six kobolds' hearts for their precious Pink Smooth One, has forever been tainted by your affiliations with THEM (meaning gnomes).
Their hearts thus hardened, they become more circumspect in their dealings with you.
Draconic:
Blue Meanies?"They are 'blue' and 'mean.'" pressed for more (which I'll go ahead and assume) "They are neither as tall nor as noble as us Sootscales, but they are as cruel, duplicitous and hideous to look upon as any loathsome gnome." He hisses.
"Our tribe and their's has been at war for some moons now. They camp in an old sycamore out on the plains."
He draws a crude map of the region in the dirt, finishing it with a drawing of big, scary looking dead tree. "That's where they have Ol' Sharptooth's idol."
What's it look like? When asked about Ol' Sharptooth's appearance, the kobold holds out his hands like he was measuring a fish he caught (a fish about 1 cubic foot in size) and then draws a hunched, ferocious-looking, horned and tusked gargoyle in the dirt, which the other kobolds tell him to add bigger fangs to and more scars and fire shooting out of its eyes. Oo oo and put more scars on his face too! Make him eating the gnome! Our God's a big mean God!
Questions about their own leadership structure, and troop deployment are: "Classified." But not being able to come to a satisfactory decision on how or where to rendezvous or even communicate such with the party at a later time leads the kobold to indicate another spot on their dirt map, that may be a lair, where you may meet once the statue is retrieved.
While they speak, other folks see the kobolds drawing in the dirt.
