"What do the dogboys look like? Big like me or your size?"
Gal Growls and then swiftly morphs back to his half-elf form. "I agree with Soll, we have nothing to fear from these two. I shall go get two of their little toothpicks while you question them more" and with that he goes back to loot two swords and anything else that may look useful off the dead kobolds in the other room. Being careful to avoid the trap as he does.
"Yah hear that? He's getting your pig-stickers. Tell me something: What's behind the door across from here and behind that barricade?"
" The titian spawn may or may not be trust worthy,If they are armed keep an eye on them. Not everything is as it seems and even titian spawn can be honest."
He looks down upon the little creatures and smiles his cold smile
" I will not judge you upon the circumstance of your birth. If you be honest with us you have my word you will be treated by us in the same manner."
His face grows hard as he stars at them
"However little spawnlings, if you lie to me or betray us, you will die by cold and you will die screaming. Then I will pull your souls back from death and you will serve me ever after. Do you understand?
Pavel speaks quietly to Branomonrik and Kelindra, assuming they're near.
"I'm sure they're plenty scared, but we can't be too sure they won't lead us into an ambush or just scamper off and stab us in the back later. Do you have any of those light spells? Maybe when Gal brings the weapons back, you could make 'em glow so we can keep track of 'em simple like, yeah?"
Pavel speaks quietly to Branomonrik and Kelindra, assuming they're near.
"I'm sure they're plenty scared, but we can't be too sure they won't lead us into an ambush or just scamper off and stab us in the back later. Do you have any of those light spells? Maybe when Gal brings the weapons back, you could make 'em glow so we can keep track of 'em simple like, yeah?"
Kelindra frowns. She's not at all happy about following these titanspawn. Still, Pavel seems to think they should at least try and she has already come to respect him and his judgement. Still, she manages to exchange a sympathetic glance with Gin.
"I have no ability to cast light. But I can create water out of nothing so let me know when you're thirsty." Kelindra shakes her head and mentally chastises herself. She reminds herself not to try telling jokes remembering that her sense of humor is somewhat lacking.
"Your idea is a good one though," she says to Pavel. She turns to the necromancer and says, "You've shown us more than one clever bit of magic so far. Can you create light?"
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" The titian spawn may or may not be trust worthy,If they are armed keep an eye on them. Not everything is as it seems and even titian spawn can be honest."
He looks down upon the little creatures and smiles his cold smile
" I will not judge you upon the circumstance of your birth. If you be honest with us you have my word you will be treated by us in the same manner."His face grows hard as he stars at them
"However little spawnlings, if you lie to me or betray us, you will die by cold and you will die screaming. Then I will pull your souls back from death and you will serve me ever after. Do you understand?
"Beppo no lie, Beppo be good scout, kobold's honor."
"Yes I can cast a light upon there weapons"
With a few arcane words and gestures a light appeared and the swords glow like torches as he touches them.
Soll fidgets as the party makes preperations to assault the 'dog-boys'. Eventually, with a look of frustration on his face, he says "We go soon. Attack dog-men. We wait, they maybe come look. We attack, they not ready, easy win maybe. They attack, we not ready... maybe not win."
Ivo asks the disgusting little humanoid "What's behind the other door"?
He then checks both doors for traps.
1d20+6 → [13,6] = (19)Door on left
1d20+6 → [6,6] = (12)Door on right.
Perception: Sight. Rolls are (-2) each if touch instead of sight.
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Ivo asks the disgusting little humanoid "What's behind the other door"?
He then checks both doors for traps.
1d20+6 → [13,6] = (19)Door on left
1d20+6 → [6,6] = (12)Door on right.Perception: Sight. Rolls are (-2) each if touch instead of sight.
"Other room where the other kobolds stay. They all dead now, no one stays ther now," Beppo says.
"Best to check the room. We don't need any surprises for later." Gin draws closer to the door. Sword at the ready.
"How's it look, Gin?"
"Looks clear, a few packets and pouches scattered about"
Gin places the packet and pouch in his bag. "A few gold, rations and flint. I'll hold it we get back top side. The owner may be looking for it."
Pavel nods to Beppo.
"Looks like you're telling the truth, far as I can tell. Just stay close and don't cause any mischief. Let's see about having a "palaver" with these dog boys."
The stout ranger hefts his bastard sword and follows Gin, checking out the way.
When they're ready to leave Gal flows back into his wolf form, growls at the kobolds to remind them to behave themselves, and follows them as well, walking just behind them beside Pavel if there's room
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Wuith the kobolds in the lead you head down the tunnel about 80 ft until it turns left. Several other doors line the halls, which the kobolds tell you are filled with dead softskins. Rounding the bend you run smack into a group of five creatures, each slightly taller than a man. They look like a horrific blend of man and hyena. "Surrender," one of them growls, "and we will let you live long enough to see the face of glory."
"Surrender, now why would we let you that." Gin responds in a calm, yet threatening to the hyena.
Gal, becoming more and more furious with the scent of all the dead people they've passed, doesn't waste any words when they run into the likely perpetrators and on his Initiative (1d20+6=10) Leaps for the speakers throat. (1d20+6=26, 1d6+6=8) (or any other foe if he is not available/possible)
Critical check (1d20+6=21)
If hits, total Dam
Initiative roll (1d20+3=19)
Pavel grimaces with mock alarm.
"I'm trying to surrender! I swear! But.. my hands... and weapons... want... to... kill you!"
(I think I'm in the front within melee range, but I made a ranged roll as well in case Gin and Gal are occupying the tunnel in front of me; not modified for shooting into melee.)
Bastard sword vs. dog boys (1d20+4=12, 1d10+3=9)
Short bow vs. dog boys (1d20+4=20, 1d6=1)
With a bestial snarl, Soll suddenly rushes the hyena creatures in an attempt to strike before they can react.
Initiative (1d20+4=21)
Unfortunatly, the cramped hallway makes it difficult for him to attack properly...
Falchion attack (1d20+5=11)
Damage (really unlikely...) (2d4+7+1d6=17)
After his attack, he focuses his defense on the beasts in front of him.
Branomonrik stays at the back of the group ,but keeps his eye on the beast that spoke. He starts chanting, channeling dark energy though his body, he feels the heat raising and flow though him as he points his staff and saps his targets strength.
Ray of enfeeblement at the lead dogman, 20 to hit, 5 points of strength drain
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Soll charges forward with his weapon, but misjudges his swing in his eagerness. Turpik stabs at the hyena creatures but also misses, but Beppo's spear finds it's mark. The strike opens a small gash in one of the creature's side and it starts to bleed. With the twang of a bowstring, Pavel drives an arrow home into the shoulder of the same creature. Gal leaps forward in his wolf form and rips the throat from the leader of the monsters. Meanwhile Branomonrik's beam strikes one of the beasts who suddenly appears weakened. The weakened one fires a bow at Branomonrik and hits him squarely. One of the beasts swings at Beppo bit misses, a second one swings at Turpik who falls to the ground as the beast cleaves him in half. Meanwhile the last beast slams his battleaxe into Soll's side.
Through a red haze of anger and pain, Soll retaliates against the beast who hit him with the battleaxe.
"YEEEAARRRRRGHHHH!!!"
Falchion attack (1d20+5=24)
Critical confirmation (1d20+5=21)
Damage (4d4+14=21)
After channeling his fury into one last powerful stroke, Soll staggers back a step, and seems to realize the extent of the damage he has taken as he collapses and begins bleeding out.
(Assuming the fight is over? If not please ignore this)
As the quick yet brutal fight reaches it's gory end, Gal, seeing his grievously wounded companion Soll fall, reverts to half-elf from and transfers the energy form one of his spells into healing energy. As this is the extent of his healing abilities at the moment though he looks to Kelindra for more aid growling "Girl, they need your help, and fast! Is there ought you can do?"
"Holy s~#&! You killed Turpik! You sons of b~~$$es!"
Pavel is going to throw down his shortbow and draw his bastard sword while moving into melee range. If he can still make an attack after doing that:
2-handed bastard sword vs. gnoll, preferably wounded. (1d20+4=21, 1d10+4=9)
Ivo attempts to tumble into a flanking position, without placing himself in one. (Preferable back against a wall).
1d20+5 → [5,5] = (10) Tumble
1d20+2 → [17,2] = (19) Warhammer Attack (+2 if flanking)
1d6+4 → [3,4] = (7) Damage, w/Inspiration Point spent.
Moving to flank one of the creatures, Gal rips (1d20+6=18) (+2 for flank if possible) into the nextdog-man with his powerful bite (1d6+6=10)
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Soll's fury powers a mighty stike with gravely wounds one of the beasts, which collapses to the ground. Pavel rushes forward and slashes the one that he and Beppo both hit earlier. It struggles to stand but keeps a death grip on it's battleaxe. Ivo and Gal team up to drop onther of the creatures to the floor. Beppo jabs the remaining man-beast with his spear, finishing the job that he and Pavel started. As the creature slumps to the floor, he kicks it. "Stinky dog-boys," he says "That is for Turpik." Seeing the danger is over Kelindrarushes forward and binds Solls wounds. "We need to get him out of here, she says as she expends a channel energy usage . "is there some way we can collapse this tunnel to keep the creatures trapped down here?"
Pavel cleans and scabbards his blade, then hoists Soll up to a standing position.
"Easy big fella, almost lost you there.", he remarks to the half-orc.
"Getting out of here for the time being sounds like a fine idea. We can come back and finish the job at full strength. Should we bring one of these dog boys as proof that Mithril needs to toughen up the guard down here? Kind of strange that all this can go on down here with no one catching on until now..."
The big ranger rubs the back of his neck, his mouth twisted in thought, before addressing Beppo.
"Well, you held up your end pretty well, Beppo. It's gonna be hard getting you around safe, though. I'm for taking you on for the time being, but what do the rest of you think?"
"And is there some kind of kobold burial custom for your friend Turpik, there?"
Gal flows into bipedal form, draws his dagger and cuts the head off of one of the dog-men "No need to bring the whole thing" he says calmly. Before they go anywhere, Gal puts aside the head, searches the bodies of the creatures for anything of value, and then makes sure to check all of the rooms to be sure than none of the captured humans were still alive and in need of aid.
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"And is there some kind of kobold burial custom for your friend Turpik, there?"
"None that smooth skins would want to see," Beppo says rather frankly. Meanwhile, As Gal gathers up the loot from the beast men, he findsfive battleaxes, five light crossbows, each with 20 bolts, a scroll tube with a scroll inside, a topaz, a garnet, and a corundum.
As Pavel inquires about burial customs of the kobolds Gal rounds on him and growls in his face "We are surrounded by the Dead, OUR Dead, and you worry about the death of a single one of These!" He rears back and almost kicks the corpse of Turpik but at the last moment, something seems to hold him back. Instead he just points at the corpse and says in a cold savage voice "Mourn the loss of This one all you like, perhaps you'll be comforted by the fact he likely had a hand in the the deaths of many of Them." and he sweeps his arm to indicate the rooms of dead townspeople they were surrounded by.
Sense Motive DC12
Either way, Gal distributes the loot among whomever is willing to help carry it.
Pavel loses his patience. He keeps his voice low and even, all humor gone.
"First of all, you get in my face like that again, Gal, you had better be ready to lose a few teeth. I'm not someone you can bully around, so consider this the only warning you'll get. Seems to me you've gone off on just about half the people here and as much as I've tried to smooth things out, as much as I've tried to make nice and get everyone to work as a team, you're the one consistently in the way. So you know what? Do what you like. Be a spastic nutcase and I'll stop playing diplomat. What do I care, huh? Let's see how far you can push us before you get exactly what you want.
And if you think I care any less about those people than you do, that's your opinion. Wouldn't be the first time you've been wrong today. But that kobold died helping us out. He took the same risk the rest of us did and he payed a steeper price and maybe you don't believe in redemption but, by Madriel's merciful light, I do.
Go play with your dog-boy head. Probably the only friend you've made today."
Pavel walks away.
Soll grunts as the healing magics cast upon him begin to knit his flesh. A moment later he regains consciousness and groggily begins to sit up, pausing as he realizes there's some sort of argument going on. Not really understanding what's going on, but pretty sure it doesn't concern him, he wearily looks around until he spots one of the dead 'dog-boys' and it's gear. "Hey... I kin use these..." he says as he slowly reaches out and takes a bundle of 20 bolts.
Wuith the kobolds in the lead you head down the tunnel about 80 ft until it turns left. Several other doors line the halls, which the kobolds tell you are filled with dead softskins.if that info was correct this next action of Gal's is based on that too. But if it's not, please ignore it
RE. GAL
How I envisioned his personality progression was something like how it is now, ie. Not fitting in with the group well at all and having many personality conflicts in the beginning BUT, over time, as he begins to appreciate the value of others and the benefits of working in a team, he would start to grow as a person and team-player. But if his 'roughness around the edges' is making the game unpleasant for anyone, please just lemme know. I'm just trying to play him IC in the way that makes most sense and seems most right to me.
(Just a note though, however much he may progress as a person, don't hold your breath over him ever asking Branomanrik to be his Bridge or Ma-jong partner or anything ;-)
"Well, if we can figure out what to do with our new buddy here, I suggest we knock off and head for the surface. I don't know about you, but I can think of a few things that don't involve catacombs that could occupy my time until we make another trip."
"Pavel, as he has keep his word I think he has earned his place among us." BRanomnrik then bows his head toward Kelindra "Thank thee for they healing"