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Gran's glaive cuts deep into k7's shoulder, but the creature is still full of fight.
Frivry's foe, meanwhile, crumples after the dagger pierces its windpipe.
Frivry: If you do move there
Frivry, if you move anywhere in row 6:
The lone spear-wielder by Frivry and Rhiannis stabs at Frivry, missing, and skips away.
The other two in the main cluster (k4 and k5) both attack Silo, one of them striking home (-4hp).
The two with swords maneuver to flank Gran and both strike, drawing blood from his abdomen and thigh (-17hp).
Dyrnwyn curses as his first attack fails to make an impact on the kobold and traces the creature’s path along the rocky pass.
With a similar flourish and sibilant hiss, the Wizard arcs his wand towards his original target. A burst of blueish light flares out and hurtles at the kobold.
With a sly smile Silo says to Gran “Gran pick up the pace or will you leave me all the Glory.” hoping to coax Gran into better performance.
Rhiannis can't move. He is struggling to break the glue that is coering his body. But as he sees another kobold at the edge of the clearing his eyes gleam again and he mutters two words. "You'll die." Then he points to the kobols that shot him with the glued munition. This kobold is wreathed in green flames, that seem to fade into nothing quickly.
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Dyrnwyn's bolt of light again misses its target.
Rhiannis lays a curse on another of the kobolds, but is unable to affect it with his powers. His struggles against the glue holding him are no more successful.
Silo has more luck against the kobold dragonshield, hitting it a powerful blow. It is bloodied, and Gran is inspired by the display.
Rhiannis suffers even greater misfortune when the kobold slinger reloads -- this time, when the globe strikes the liquid within ignites on contact with the air . Rhiannis is bloodied, immobilized, and aflame.
Gran, Frivry
With a sly smile Silo says to Gran “Gran pick up the pace or will you leave me all the Glory.” hoping to coax Gran into better performance.
A slight smile comes to his face, "Glory is something not to ssek my friend"
Gran lifts his blade and slams it down once again into the red-scale. A pale light surrounding it.
Sorry! I forget the change of character!
** spoiler omitted **
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Fryry misses k1, then moves to protect the Rhiannis from the slinger.
k1 in turn dashes after Frivry to protect its artillery but misses.
The two other spear-wielders dodge around Silo, one striking home (-4hp, Silo is bloodied).
Meanwhile, the remaining dragonshield takes advantage of the distraction on Gran's other side and attacks the paladin, its blade slashing along Gran's side (-8hp and marked).
Gran faces the red scale and gives a grim smile, "Death comes for one of us little one. Whom shall it be?"
Dyrnwyn’s frustration at his repeated failure is palpable, as the Tielfing’s eyes glow in incandescent light and his tail coils and whips about.
Unwilling to succumb to failure, the Wizard once again spins his hands in orbicular trails and levels his wand with arcane chant.
With a concerned eye towards Gran, Silo says. “Then what is it you seek, on this road of little wealth where success leads only to greater fame.” Then with a dizzying spin he cuts into the lizard that is positioned between them. Then moves to Gran’s side hearing
"Glory is something not to ssek(sic) my friend"
"Death comes for one of us little one Whom shall it be?"
He says “It comes for all one day, but it will not come for you or I this day.”
First Rhiannis looks at the kobold slinger, his eyes begin to glow in an eldritch green, but no further effect is visible.
He frantically tries to stop the fire and remove the glue from his body, but he only manages to break away the stuff from the first shot of the kobold slinger.
Then he takes some deep breaths and concentrates to get into a short trance. As he reopens his eyes he is focused and intend on any defensive moves available.
Save against Glue; Save against fire (1d20=14, 1d20=7)
The halfling walks to be near his allies and to find a better position in the encounter.
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Frivry easily dispatches his spear-wielder (k1) and moves to join the general melee.
One spear-wielder takes advantage of Silo's distraction to attack, grazing the warlord's thigh (-4hp); another catches Frivry in the upper arm before dodging out of his disadvantaged position (-4hp).
The remaining dragonshield gets in another swift blow against Gran, aided by the distracting motion of the surrounding kobolds (-6hp).
Rhiannis cloaks himself in silver mist and reappears between Frivry and the kobold slinger on the road.
Inspired by the swiftly dwindling numbers of kobolds, the Tiefling bares his tapered fang and curses in infernal growl. Shifting away from his closest opponent, Dyrnwyn focuses his glare on his repeated target and unleashes another bolt of arcane force.
With a concerned look towards Gran, Silo again attempts to dispatch the lizard between them.
"What a bother", Gran strikes down once more on the red-scale, his glaive bursting with radiant energy.
Tactical Presence (Class Feature)and Tactical Assault (Feat) give Gran a plus +3 to his attack roll for spending an action point since Silo can see him.
Rhiannis' clothes are still smoldering. He looks about and indentifies the slinger as the nearest kobold to him. Then he remembers, who caused those flames that hurt him now for some time. His eyes become small slits and he tries to form a picture of the worst things his oppnent may want to see. These pictures he projects into the mind of his tormentor.
Curse of the Dark Dream (+Prime Shot) against WIL; psychic damage (1d20+4=9, 3d8+3=16)
[ooc]My attacks are so effective. Rhiannis just wants to crawl under a stone and cry.
The images in his mind let the kobold slinger stumble a bit around.
Afterwards Rhiannis moves away from the slinger back to help Gran and Silo. He looks the remaining kobold melee combatant into his eye and whispers "You will help me, when you die." With these words, the flames on his clothes go out, as if blown out like a candle.
Thought I was still blooded?
Rhiannis moves back into the reach of the slinger to attack him with his eldritch blast. His hands weave a pattern before his body when a bolt of dark crackling eldritch energy streaks toward the perpetrator of his wounds. "Why won't you just die..." he mouths wordlessly as the bolt heads towards the kobold.
"I tire of this" Grans glaive again smashes into the red-scale.
As the one Kobold goes down, Rhiannis cloaks himself in misty sheen and reappears more in the direction, where the last kobold is hiding.
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Move to m11
load crossbow
Attack k8 with crossbow
Attack and Damage (1d20 4=13, 1d8 2=8)
Dyrnwyn, Rhiannis
Rhiannis moves over to the point where he has a good view at the kobold slinger. "Now is your time." And he points to the kobold crouching in the foliage and green flames lick up and down the face and body of the remaining opponent.
Eyebite;damage (1d20 4=6, 1d6 3=8)
The flames die down fairly quick.
Bolstered by his prior success, Dyrnwyn locks his gaze upon the kobold beyond the foliage and prepares another spell.
Calling upon the infernal flames of his cursed heritage, the Tiefling summons a burst of golden flame that erupts in a vertical column of incendiary power.