The wall that you stand upon is about 5ft wide and is covered in many places by a slick green moss and dotted with small pools of foul smelling brackish water. There is a small barier on both sides of the space on top ofthe wall, about 4ft tall. If one was to crouch down very low or be very small cover could be gained from it.
Seeing that the kobolds are obviously hostile, Anarath acts quickly. Dropping into a crouch behind the low parapet, and mentally urging Midnight to also drop down out of sight, the elf runs mentally runs through his prepared spells, before an evil grin momentarily flashes over his face.
Spitting out a hasty arcane phrase, Anarath points his outstretched finger at the armoured, greatsword wielding reptilian. Instantly, a coruscating ray springs from his finger and lances down towards the kobold.
The kobold weilding the greatsword is struck by the ray of your spell and is visibly weakend as the spell saps much of his strength. He seems weighed down by his armor and looks as though he can barely lift his large weapon. He stops moving towards you and begins to run as fast as he is able towards the massive ironclad doors of the Manor which are just barely visible. The other kobolds seem hesitant to approach you now that they have seen what you can do to one of their strongest warriors. Seeing that his troops are faltering, the yellow robed kobold (who seems to be in charge) shouts "In the name of the King, control your fear! They are merely worthless human dregs who reject the King! They will fall before the might of the strength granted to you by our patron! Kill them all except for the little one and the one who weakend K'shzan. Capture them and tonight we fill eat well! in a reedy yet charismatic voice. The kobolds seem to take heart from his speech and begin to move forwards with renewed vigor.
Scrumble suddenly stops and looks up at you,"What on earth are you doing up there? You're liable to shot up there! why don't you come down and fight them, cause' I don't really feel like it." after this he starts to run around the wall.
(To get away from the kobolds.)
Channeling Corvin...
Corvin leaps off of the wall and begins to move towards the nearest kobold (the black robed one) as fast as is armor allows, screaming out an incoherent stream of insults.
Channeling Gawlak..
Initiative: 10
"Why does the fact that they don't wish to kill me not comfort me in the slightest?" mutters Anarath to himself.
Channeling Gawlak...
Gawlak crouches behind the barrier on top of the wall and begins to cast a spell, praying for kord to grant them strength for the upcoming battle. Then he draws his morningstar and readies himself to smash anything that climbs up the wall.
The kobold crossbowman emerges from where he was crouching, fires a bolt at the shouting Corvin which bounces off of his armor ineffectually and then the kobold crouches down again begins to rearm his crossbow.
The kobold archer besides him fires a arrow at the fleeing Scrumble, in hope of disabling him but it flies past him and lands in the grass some twenty yards away.
The kobold in the black robe takes something out of his robe and begins to make gestures that seem familiar to Anarath and seems to speak softly. You feel a strange drowsieness begins to overtake everyone except for the fleeing Scrumble, Corvin and Gawlak and then he retreats behind the same chunk of stone as the archers.
The kobold in the yellow robe casts a spell that visibly bolsters his allies.
For Anarath
Already? Did Dohrlok have his turn yet?
The yellow robed one certainly seems to be the leader of the band, and is casting useful looking spells on it’s companions. Anarath is not sure that there is much in his own meagre spell arsenal that will be terribly effective against the kobold. Instead he readies the longbow that he took from Segwin, and aims it at the yellow-robe, the only kobold that has not yet taken cover behind the stone, and let’s the arrow fly.
Dohrlok sheaths his blade and jumps dowm from the wall.
Anarath's arrow strikes true, burrowing deep into the yellow-robed kobold's chest. He shrieks in agony and falls to the ground, trying to remove the arrow from the mortal wound.
Dohlrok's monk training and strong Dwarven constitution easily resist the spell cast by to kobold.
Dohlrok's monk training and strong Dwarven constitution easily resist the spell cast by to kobold.
Feeling the bolt clank off of his armor, Corvin whirls around. With a feral snarl, he rushes in the direction from which the bolt came.
Seeing the kobold crossbowman ducking for cover, the fighter charges the smaller creature, launching himself like a springing wildcat, and crushing the little beastie beneath his bulk.
The kobold manages to partially roll out of your way, but you still land on him. You hear ribs crack and he spits out a bitter curse and attempts to draw a small dagger.
NPCing Gawlak
Gawlak stows his morningstar and prays for Kord's strength as he jumps down from the wall, ready to fight. He lands somewhat ungracefully but manages to avoid slamming into the dirt face-first.
The kobold archer begins to sprint away from his crushed companion towards te door through which the weakend fighter retreated. The yellow-robed kobold who Anarath wounded follows. The black-robed kobold begins to speak in a sonorous and hypnotizing voice and you feel like just standing there and watching the kobold speak forever. As so as the spell is cast the kobold begins to run after his companions.
Dohrlok charges the kobold he presumes is a sorcerer of some kind, but messes up his attack badly.