Anarath, you feel yourself becoming torpid and unreactive as you become fascinated with the droning sound of the kobold's voice.
Dohlrok, as you charge towards the kobold in the black robe he sidesteps you and contemptously spits upon you as you hurtle past.
Anarath stares in stupid fascination at the black robed kobold. A small part of his mind screams at him to try to break the enchantment, but even that part of his mind keeps forgetting that it should try to resist...
Dohlrok, as you charge towards the kobold in the black robe he sidesteps you and contemptously spits upon you as you hurtle past.
Midnight flutters and squawks against Anarath's head.
He turns around, something sparking in him. And arms his sling firing at the kobold in the robe
Anarath; you feel Midnight's not so gentle mental prodding and your faculties begin to return to you. Slowly you shake off the blank minded state induced by the kobold's hyponotizing words. You return to full alertness just in time to see the black robed kobold shreik and topple, blood oozing from a a small wound above its temple. The other kobolds have by now made it to the massive iron doors to the Manor, which open ponderously to admit them.
“Alright Midnight, I’m fine now!” snaps Anarath in Draconic, fending off the large bird, whose beak was getting perilously close to his eyes. “Ach, ensorcelled by a kobold, I hope no-one noticed that,” he mutters, looking around.
NPCing Corvin
Corvin stares at the kobold for a moment, confused, before it dawns on him what happened. He casts a slightly less hostile glance in the kender's direction.
[ooc]Combat is over. I'm awaiting your actions.
Scrumble is going to search the body of the robed kobold that died.
He runs over to Anarath "are you okay? Do you need any help? Is-that-A-raven-you-have?Can-I-hold-it?How-much-does-it-weigh?Do-you-think it's-strong-enough-to-carry-me?Do-you-cast-magic-spells?Can-I-see-one?" He releases a flood of questions upon you all of which have nothing to do with the situation at hand.He pauses for a moment and says with a bow,
"The names Scrumble Thunderfoot." "and yours?".
In the fold sof the kobold's robes you find a rolled up peice of parchment, a pouch containing many odd items and a small dagger. The dagger has a strange symbol carved onto the hilt. It is a triangle, pointing upwards with what looks like a gaping, toothy maw in the center.
Anarath climbs down from the wall and towards his companions and the strange halfling.
As he approaches, the short figure runs up to him and hits him with a verbal tirade of questions. The elf squints down at him as though he has just stepped in something unpleasant, while he lets the questions sink in.
After a moment he replies, counting off answers on his fingers. “Yes. No. Yes. No. That’s irrelevant. Clearly not! Yes. No. Anarath Coldblood.”
Really, it was like the child back in the village, only worse! He then notices that Scrumble seems to be about to tuck some items he is holding into a pouch at his waist.
“Wait,” says Anarath sharply. “What do you have there?”
Dohrlok shrugs. Combat is over, and he is still alive. All he could ask for. Now, who is this strange halfling....
Anarath climbs down from the wall and towards his companions and the strange halfling.
As he approaches, the short figure runs up to him and hits him with a verbal tirade of questions. The elf squints down at him as though he has just stepped in something unpleasant, while he lets the questions sink in.
After a moment he replies, counting off answers on his fingers. “Yes. No. Yes. No. That’s irrelevant. Clearly not! Yes. No. Anarath Coldblood.”
Really, it was like the child back in the village, only worse! He then notices that Scrumble seems to be about to tuck some items he is holding into a pouch at his waist.
“Wait,” says Anarath sharply. “What do you have there?”
Before Scrumble can answer, Corvin interjects.
"Before you say ANYTHING, just, umm, NOTHING. Yeh."
Spot checks please
Spot 18+
Anarath
Corvin looks up briefly, and does a double take. He roughly bumps Anarath's shoulder.
"Hey, I think there's more of the little rat bastards up on the damn wall."
Scrumble turns around. "where?!"
Scrumble turns around. "where?!"
"UP ON THE FRIGGIN' WALL!" yells Corvin.
It is obvious that you've alerted them to your knowledge of their position. Several bolts strike the wall behind you but none of them hit you. Up on the wall the kobolds begin to reload and the iron door to the Manor begins to open again.
At Corvin's yell, Dohrlok looks up the wall.
As Anarath glances around, his attention is caught by something on the roof of the manor. “Ko-“ he begins, pointing to the roof, when suddenly he breaks off and clutches his head as if in pain, as bolts rain down beside them, although it does not appear that he was hit.
He gasps, and then looks up again. “Kobolds, on the roof,” he gasps, “and something else… Quick, lets all get close to the walls, on either side of the door, we’ll be out of sight from those on the roof, and may be able to ambush whatever’s coming through the door.”
He dashes towards the wall, and presses his back up against it, about fifteen feet from the opening door, looking towards it. He hopes that this close to the wall he should have some cover from the archers above. At his soonest opportunity he plans to cast a spell of protection on himself.
Arctaris
Anarath
"Hey, the door is opening!" He begins to run towards the door twirling his hoopak.
As Midnight flutters on his shoulder, Anarath twists his hands in the rhythm of spell casting, infusing his body, and that of his familiar, in a pale glow.
"BWAAAHH!"
Corvin grabs a nearby rock (about grapefruit sized), and lobs it towards one of the kobold archers.
Dolhrok smashes into another one of the black robed kobold and, getting a good grip on the kobolds neck, manages to snap it.
Corvin's stone smashes into the kobold archer's shoulder, knocking him aside but not killing him.
As Dolhrok runs into the five kobolds that just emerged from the iron doors of the Manor a large kobold weilding a greatsword slashes at you but misses as you slam into one of his compatriots.
NPCing Gawlak:
Gawlak crouches near Greis and Anarath and asks "Is anyone injured?"
Scrumble is going to sprint toward the open door curious out of his mind.
"I'm fine," hisses Anarath.
Anarath moves up to fifteen feet, so that any enemy coming at him would need to pass within arm’s reach of Gawlak before they could attack the mage. He then begins casting a spell, being very precise in it’s aim – he wishes to catch the greatsword wielding kobold, and as many more of the creatures as he can, without catching Dohrlok or any other allies in the area of effect.
With the exception of the another of the black robed kobolds in the back all three of the kobolds who were in the radius begin to slip on the magically slick ground a they charge towards you and fall to the ground.
Dohrlok punches at the sword-wielding kobold as it lies sprawled in the grease, but misses.
Scrumble, you charge towards the door (I presume you don't try to run over the greased area). Inside you see a dimly lit hall ending in another door some 30ft away. There is some broken statuary on the floor but besides that the room is empty, that and the five kobolds that just came from through the door at the far end of the room.
NPCing Corvin:
Corvin throws another rock, striking a glancing blow to one of the remaining achers.
Corvin's blow is just enough to knock its aim off and the bolt that it releases goes wild. The other archer's bolt hits Greis, making him grunt in pain "Gawlak, now I require some healing!" he says in a pained voice and Gawlak goes over and begins to cast a spell on Greis.
“Yes!” hisses Anarath, seeing the kobolds slip in the grease. However, he knows that his spell will fade in another few seconds, and he has now expended all his most powerful magic for the day.
Scrumble starts swinging his Hoopak, creating an unsettling noise that reverberates eirily around the courtyard.
One of the kobolds is visibly shaken by the sound.
While the other kobolds attempt to struggle back to their feet, Anarath draws and nocks Segwin’s bow, letting an arrow fly at the black robed kobold towards the back of the group. However, is aim is off, and the arrow flies wide, ricocheting off the stone wall.
Two of the kobolds who fell awkwardly to the floor due to Anarath's spell now stand, leaving themselves open to attack.
The black robed kobold croaks a word of arcane power and gestures, sending a small, spear shaped bolt of light at Dohlrok, which hits unerringly.