Hru is woken by the sound of Kelborn shouting something about Kobolds. Klyndak is only partially roused.
"Is somethin' 'appenin'?" I ask groggily.
leaping up Hru calls out "The skinks are back by Gorum!!" as he draws his battle blade.
Kelborn to Klyndak: "At least two kobolds on the way, wake up! Uh, lord Klyndak."
To Hru: "Yes, cut those kobolds down! I'll be with you in a moment."
Kelborn draws his bow and steps back and approaches the kobolds so that he can have a clear shot.
Attack & Damage (1d20+6=14, 1d8+3=4)
Kelborn to Klyndak: "At least two kobolds on the way, wake up! Uh, lord Klyndak."
To Hru: "Yes, cut those kobolds down! I'll be with you in a moment."
Kelborn draws his bow and steps back and approaches the kobolds so that he can have a clear shot.
Attack & Damage (1d20+6=14, 1d8+3=4)
One of the kobolds falls forward and onto the rope bridge. The blade he was carrying falls between the ropes and drops hundreds of feet to the valley below.
The other kobold whimpers in fear but begins to slice the ropes that hold the bridge to the other side.
"Ack, and after we worked so hard on that bridge too..."
Hru charges across the bridge at the little monstrosity
"Gorum is with me little fools, you should have kept running!!HOO HOOO!" he growls as he brings the love of the Iron Lord to bear!!
Kelborn simply continues to fire arrows at the kobolds.
With that, the second kobold tumbles back and the bridge suffers only minimal damage ... you lucky bastards.
Hru scans the area for any more skulking skinks after cleaning his blade on the hide his fallen foe, and seeing if perhaps he left enough uncut hide for a pair of boots.
Hru makes it across as Kelborn's arrow takes the other kobold down. He hears enough noise to know that any remaining kobolds are retreating back into the spires. Damn things are like cockroaches. You lock things up tight but they still find a way to get in.
One of the ropes is cut and another only slightly damaged.
There is enough kobold skin to make a pair of boots, Hru, if that is the direction you want to go.
Hru makes it across as Kelborn's arrow takes the other kobold down. He hears enough noise to know that any remaining kobolds are retreating back into the spires. Damn things are like cockroaches. You lock things up tight but they still find a way to get in.
One of the ropes is cut and another only slightly damaged.
There is enough kobold skin to make a pair of boots, Hru, if that is the direction you want to go.
"Hrmm... did I miss something?"
As Hru starts talking about skinning the kobolds for a pair of boots I give him a funny look. "Why not be killin' a creature at the bottom o' the spires with a thicker 'n bigger 'ide?"
" These miserable wretches ruined my boots an' I want 'em to know that their course of action has only one end result. Come to think of there ARE many better choices for makeshift boots...hmmmn" Hru trails off holding 2 fresh sheafs of kobold hide in one hand and the other scratching his chin as he stares at the darkened chasm, where, somewhere far below creatures hunt and prowl in the blackness.
Spells Prepared (CL 4th)
2nd - Bull Strength, Scorching Ray, Flaming Sphere
1st – Magic Missile, Mage Armor, Feather Fall, Shield
0 - Light, Detect Magic, Mending, Prestidigitation
Come the morning, barring further incidents, I prepare my spells and then crossing carefully out across the rope bridge, crossbow loaded and ready, I mend the cut ropes.
" These miserable wretches ruined my boots an' I want 'em to know that their course of action has only one end result. Come to think of there ARE many better choices for makeshift boots...hmmmn" Hru trails off holding 2 fresh sheafs of kobold hide in one hand and the other scratching his chin as he stares at the darkened chasm, where, somewhere far below creatures hunt and prowl in the blackness.
"Um. Or you could just take these," Kelborn says as he removes his boots and gives them to the half-orc. He then reaches into his own pack for an extra pair of boots (of a clearly higher-quality make) and puts them on his own feet.
"Consider it a token of gratitude, and a way to start our partnership along on the right foot... so to speak."
" These miserable wretches ruined my boots an' I want 'em to know that their course of action has only one end result. Come to think of there ARE many better choices for makeshift boots...hmmmn" Hru trails off holding 2 fresh sheafs of kobold hide in one hand and the other scratching his chin as he stares at the darkened chasm, where, somewhere far below creatures hunt and prowl in the blackness.
Rellios departs early in the morning.
Crossing the bridge you find that the kobolds have lowered the portcullis and locked the doors again.
If you listen carefully, you can hear a *chink*chink*chink* sound from deep inside.
"Well, I could be climbin' all the way around the tower, but I would rather be 'avin' you lads wit' me. I suppose we should be expectin' the porticullis ta be trapped. Ideas?"
"Well, I could be climbin' all the way around the tower, but I would rather be 'avin' you lads wit' me. I suppose we should be expectin' the porticullis ta be trapped. Ideas?"
"Trapped, you say? I can find and take care of it if I have some relative calm around me. I suggest we get started as soon as we can, no?"
Hru laughs, happy with the prospect of new footwear "I thank you. May Gorum smile upon your blade....Hoo Hooo!" Then with a sweeping gesture points across to where the Kobolds are holed up. "I am in your debt sir, I believe we should proceed to yon trapped door"
After casting Mage Armor on myself I lead the way across the rope bridge to the landing in front of the porticullis.
"Go a'ead and 'ave a look fer traps," I say and I look around, on my guard, my loaded crossbow in one hand and my bonded warhammer in the other.
"Alright, this will take some time, but it's best to be safe rather than sorry." Kelborn begins to look for traps around the porticullis.
"Alright, this will take some time, but it's best to be safe rather than sorry." Kelborn begins to look for traps around the porticullis.
Kelborn detects no traps on this portcullis or the locked doors just beyond it. The winch to pull it up is on your side of the portcullis. The doors, however, have been locked from the other side.
"It's clear. I suppose we'd best get started winching up this gate."
Kelborn then turns to look at Hru.
Hru laughs off Kelborn's look...he'd seen that sort of thing many times form Golg his half brother and others. "Gorum means strength inherently-heh!" he espouses as he cranks the winch.
"Argh, I wonder what those little vermin are gettin' at..., be checkin' that door real well when we get the porticullis up. Still thinkin' it would be better ta go around the spire. I suppose I could enlarge meself 'n carry the two o' you on a rope or something like it."
As the orc-blood lifts the porticullis, I pace nervously, expecting the door to be heavily trapped.
Hru raises the portcullis without incident. From inside, you continue to hear *chink*chink*chink*.
Kelborn will take his time to make sure the door isn't trapped either, and then proceed to finangle the mechanism until the door unlocks.
As kelborn messes with the door, I step back, a little worried and examine the spire above us.
Hru casts a nervous glance every now again at the drop off beyond the portcullis and figits anxiously as Kelborn works on the lock.
"Father Gorum may my blade find the way to the ruin of my enemies, and preserve thy name, and may the blades of my allies also find their marks."
Hru draws his sword and tests it quietly in the hall
"I'm thinkin' that we maybe could anchor a rope ta the top o' the spire 'n swing around it ta the other side. 'Ow much rope do we 'ave left 'n 'ow much would we be needin' ta do that da ye think?"
As kelborn messes with the door, I step back, a little worried and examine the spire above us.
Kelborn will take his time to make sure the door isn't trapped either, and then proceed to finangle the mechanism until the door unlocks.
Kelborn does not find any traps and succeeds in picking the lock ... eventually. Opening the door reveals an empty corridor.
This is the map from their previous explorations, Kelborn.
You continue to hear the *CHINK*CHINK*CHINK* sound from down the corridor. Klyndak recognizes this sound as the unmistakable -- to a dwarf's ears -- sound of metal pickaxe on stone. It is coming from around A3-4/B3-4.
Kelborn does not find any traps and succeeds in picking the lock ... eventually. Opening the door reveals an empty corridor.
This is the map from their previous explorations, Kelborn.
You continue to hear the *CHINK*CHINK*CHINK* sound from down the corridor. Klyndak recognizes this sound as the unmistakable -- to a dwarf's ears -- sound of metal pickaxe on stone. It is coming from around A3-4/B3-4.
"Job's done, gentlemen." With that, Kelborn gestures toward the entrance.
" Now the fun begins...rotting little skinks!"
When the door opens, I peer in cautiously.
"Stealth or Force," I ask quietly, "Rushin' forward or movin' cautiously? Meself - I say we rush 'em. Only down the side corridor..."
When the door opens, I peer in cautiously.
"Stealth or Force," I ask quietly, "Rushin' forward or movin' cautiously? Meself - I say we rush 'em. Only down the side corridor..."
"I'm not one for rushing, but I'll do my part, don't worry." With that, Kelborn slinks into the shadows as he enters the spire.
Kelborn does not find any traps and succeeds in picking the lock ... eventually. Opening the door reveals an empty corridor.
This is the map from their previous explorations, Kelborn.
You continue to hear the *CHINK*CHINK*CHINK* sound from down the corridor. Klyndak recognizes this sound as the unmistakable -- to a dwarf's ears -- sound of metal pickaxe on stone. It is coming from around A3-4/B3-4.
"Job's done, gentlemen." With that, Kelborn gestures toward the entrance.