"Silly Kobold, playing with fire is my thing!" Yin utters, only just resisting the urge to send a fire spell into the pesky humanoid, instead she settles for a ray of cold although doesn't seem happy doing it.
Init (1d20+1=19)
Ranged Touch (1d20+2=13)
Ice damnage (1d6+2=3)
Yin's ray of cold hurts the kobold enough to let him know he doesn't want you following him. A cone of flame shoots from his claws before he ducks back down the hall.
The chamber bursts into flame with the celestial badger in the center. Black smoke fills the room and begins to block the hall.
"Silly Kobold, playing with fire is my thing!" Yin utters, only just resisting the urge to send a fire spell into the pesky humanoid, instead she settles for a ray of cold although doesn't seem happy doing it.
Init (1d20+1=19)
Ranged Touch (1d20+2=13)
Ice damnage (1d6+2=3)Yin's ray of cold hurts the kobold enough to let him know he doesn't want you following him. A cone of flame shoots from his claws before he ducks back down the hall.
The chamber bursts into flame with the celestial badger in the center. Black smoke fills the room and begins to block the hall.
"Ah'm fer gettin' tired o' bein' a torch!"
Reflex save (if needed): 1d20+4 = 15.
Ovirid drops down to his belly on the floor, hoping to get below the smoke, and watches for 1) the fire to burn out and 2) feet approaching their position from the other side of the room.
He'll ready an action to put a crossbow bolt through anything with kobold feet (that he can identify in the smoke).
Ovirid, kneeling on the floor below the smoke, does not see any kobold feet approaching.
Ovirid, kneeling on the floor below the smoke, does not see any kobold feet approaching.
"If'n we still want to go on, I'm fer thinkin' we can crawl under the smoke. If'n we wait for the smoke to clear, we'll be fer givin' that lizard time ta set up 'nother trap. I'm fer crawlin' in 'r gettin' out - what say ye?"
"Gods Damnit!" Yin yells in annoyance as she gets burnt rather than doing the burning. Giving an annoyed sound she too sinks to the ground below the smoke to get to clearer air. "Crawling works" She agrees with the dwarf.
"Gods Damnit!" Yin yells in annoyance as she gets burnt rather than doing the burning. Giving an annoyed sound she too sinks to the ground below the smoke to get to clearer air. "Crawling works" She agrees with the dwarf.
Already flash-fried twice today, the dwarf will wait for the oil to burn down before he tried to negotiate the room. His crossbow is stowed to free his hands.
I will back out a bit, give people room to maneuver.
"Mage, would ya be able ta give me a 'it off'n that 'ealin' stick o' yours? I'm fer wantin' ta feel my best when we finally find whatever 'e's guardin'."
Getting down on your hands and knees allows you to crawl under the smoke.
Waiting for the floor to cool a little, allows you to crawl under the smoke, through the room and into the tunnel beyond.
Crawling through the tunnels and down the corridor, keeping a careful eye out for little kobold feet, and you end here. The small chamber you end up in is smokey but you can see well enough. It appears to be empty of any kobolds. It contains three nests made from shreds of cloth packed into sandy beds.
UMD: 1d20+15 = 27
Janrith will crawl through the room once it appears safe, following his group into the nesting room.
UMD: 1d20+15 = 27
"Thank ye kindly." Ovirid will take the lead as they crawl through the room.
"Thank ye kindly." Ovirid will take the lead as they crawl through the room.UMD: 1d20+15 = 27
They crawl to the room but not through it. It appears to be a deadend. You could have sworn a kobold ran down this way.
They crawl to the room but not through it. It appears to be a deadend. You could have sworn a kobold ran down this way.
"Huh. I'm fer knowin' there was a wee lizard 'idin' in 'ere. 'n I didna get burnt by me imagination. Let's be fer seein' what's not fer bein' seen here..."
The dwarf starts searching the room for secret doors and panels and such. He will also make an effort to listen for any invisible foes.
Ovirid identifies a stone door that fits so snugly into the wall that its manufacture is beyond the capability of kobolds. Dwarves must have been involved in the manufacture of these rooms in the cliff.
As it opens, you see the tunnel proceeds in two directions, to the west and to the north. Ovirid hears several hissing voices from the west and hears one voice muttering in draconic to the north.
Ovirid identifies a stone door that fits so snugly into the wall that its manufacture is beyond the capability of kobolds. Dwarves must have been involved in the manufacture of these rooms in the cliff.
As it opens, you see the tunnel proceeds in two directions, to the west and to the north. Ovirid hears several hissing voices from the west and hears one voice muttering in draconic to the north.
After an initial peek, Ovirid lets the door close again, as quietly as he can before turning to the others.
"I'm fer seein' a tunnel runnin' north 'n another west behind yon door. Sounds to be several critters 'issin' to the west, but I'm not fer knowin' the language. There's a voice comin' from the north, but Ah've 'eard the language afore -- it's the tongue of dragons -- I'm fer knowin' it when I 'ear it, but I'm not fer speakin' it."
He thinks for a moment before saying, "If'n one o' you knows the language, you might be fer knowin' what they're plannin' fer us. If'n ye don't, I can scout one way 'r the other - what're ye thinkin' would be best?"
He assumes the mage and sorcerer are more likely to know languages, so he's looking at them as he says this.
Janrith blinks at the dwarf for a moment, as if his partner had suddenly changed into a kobold himself. Shaking his head he whispers "Of course I speak the tongue of dragons."
Stealth (if needed to get closer):1d20+2 = 3.
Perception (listen): 1d20+4 = 24.
Finally, if he can make out the words, he attempts to determine if it is the sounds of spellcasting.
Spellcraft: 1d20+9 = 23.
Janrith blinks at the dwarf for a moment, as if his partner had suddenly changed into a kobold himself. Shaking his head he whispers "Of course I speak the tongue of dragons."
Stealth (if needed to get closer):1d20+2 = 3.
Perception (listen): 1d20+4 = 24.Finally, if he can make out the words, he attempts to determine if it is the sounds of spellcasting.
Spellcraft: 1d20+9 = 23.
Janrith:
Janrith can make out a number of voices from the room to the east hissing and muttering in draconic.
"Me kill pinkskins. Eat eyes. Eat noses. Eat ears."
"Shushes!! Theyz be hear you big snout!"
From the north, Janrith hears:
"Foolish mercenaries. Orc-slaves! Taste my flame!"
Janrith blinks at the dwarf for a moment, as if his partner had suddenly changed into a kobold himself. Shaking his head he whispers "Of course I speak the tongue of dragons."
Stealth (if needed to get closer):1d20+2 = 3.
Perception (listen): 1d20+4 = 24.Finally, if he can make out the words, he attempts to determine if it is the sounds of spellcasting.
Spellcraft: 1d20+9 = 23.
Mumbling to himself, Ovirid says, "Bah! All I'm fer knowin' is ye 'ave a thing fer badgers 'n ye can use a 'ealin' stick if asked. Dinna be fer gettin' yer britches in a bunch over it."
While the indignant sorcerer listens, Ovirid will load his light crossbow again.
"So which way 'r ye thinkin' we should be fer goin'?"
Whispering, Janrith responds to Ovirid:
"To the east there appears to be more kobolds. To the north is some sort of deranged pyromaniac that thinks we are in league with orcs." He looks over at Yin and shrugs, "No offense."
Whispering, Janrith responds to Ovirid:
"To the east there appears to be more kobolds. To the north is some sort of deranged pyromaniac that thinks we are in league with orcs." He looks over at Yin and shrugs, "No offense."
"So the choice is fer goin' one way 'n 'ave a spellcaster behind us 'r t' other 'n 'avin' several more critters behind us? Ah'm not fer likin' either choice. 'ave a third option ta suggest?"
"No offense."
Yin's eyes narrow as she pokes at a scorch mark on her arm both unimpressed at being hurt and oddly impressed at having found someone who thinks quite like her amongst the kobolds of all people. How Janrith's words have effected her is a little less obvious however as she remains oddly quiet, seemingly utterly lost in thought for te time being.
Sir Manfred, stalled at the back and trying to peer through the smoke and press of bodies ahead of him mutters; "Blood of the Martyr! What is going on up there?"
"We're playing with fire, surely you're used to this by now" Yin replies in an amused tone.
"We're playing with fire, surely you're used to this by now" Yin replies in an amused tone.
"If'n ye're not fer mindin', lass, Ah'd just as soon ye were throwin' the fire instead of them. If'n we 'ave to choose, Ah'm fer tryin' ta take out the mage quick-like afore takin' on a mess o' little lizards."
Looking back at the human warrior, "Manfred, would ye be willin' ta be a rearguard while we look ta the mage? It's fer bein' 'ard ta keep ye quiet fer sneakin' 'n if anyone is able ta 'old off a group for a moment 'r two, it's fer bein' yerself."
"Oh very well." Repied Sir Manfred, secretly glad he was not required to charge into cramped and unlit rat warrens.
Near the entrance he was out of most of the smoke, and he could at least see the open air...
"Oh very well." Repied Sir Manfred, secretly glad he was not required to charge into cramped and unlit rat warrens.
Near the entrance he was out of most of the smoke, and he could at least see the open air...
Sir Manfred is taking rearguard, blocking the other corridors while the others sneak ahead.
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KC:
You see four pinkskins coming toward you down the hall. A stocky one with disgusting tentacles of facial hair leads. Behind him is the one that has been blessed with the dragon's blood as well. Two take up the rear, keeping an eye on the den with the children in it.
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Having arrived at a plan, the dwarf motions the fireweaver to wait a moment while he sneaks down the corridor, crossbow readied.
Stealth check: 1d20+8=11
Suddenly, the kobold leaps from behind the corner and grins. "Hello again, pinkskins!" he says, and speaks in an alien tongue. Flame shoots from his claws, straight at Orvrid.
Suddenly, the kobold leaps from behind the corner and grins. "Hello again, pinkskins!" he says, and speaks in an alien tongue. Flame shoots from his claws, straight at Orvrid.
Suddenly, the kobold leaps from behind the corner and grins. "Hello again, pinkskins!" he says, and speaks in an alien tongue. Flame shoots from his claws, straight at Orvrid.
Belying his girth, the dwarf spins away from the flames, avoiding them entirely. Reflex Save 1d20+6=26
"Ha! There ye be, do ye? Yin, I'm fer thinkin' I found yer playmate!" As if she didn't see the flash of light coming from the darkened hallway.