Rogan nods back and grimly sets an arrow to his bow. "Feast on the scale skinned to your hearts content, brother." He whispers to Noctem. . Without another word, he draws the arrow back and steps into the room.
Initiative (if applicable): 1d20+4=12
As you step into the room, you see three large stone tables that stand in the middle of this room, while the long benches that once stood next to them have been knocked askew and overturned. What draws your attention, however, is the fact that six kobolds armed with spears along with one who appears to be their leader wielding a strange weapon: a chain with almost what appears to be a three-pronged claw-shaped hook at the end. They have nearly cornered a halfling along with a little girl who appears braver than she seems.
Omen's eyes immediately begin to cloud over, as tiny arcs of electricity dance between the fingertips of his right hand. White Ear's ears fall flat and his fur bristles as a menacing growl escapes him. His lips curl back, fangs bared for all to see, as he lowers himself, ready to spring.
Initiative:
Kobolds 16
Rogan/Noctem 12
Halfling/girl 3
Omen 2
Initiative:
Kobolds 16
Rogan/Noctem 12
Halfling/girl 3
Omen 2
With a howl, White Ear leaps into the chamber, his fur bristling and his fangs bared.
Rogan directs Noctem to attack Kobold 3 (Handle Animal Check: 1d20+9=24, Free Action).
Aiming his black-fletched arrow at a surprised looking kobold (kobold 5) he whispers, "Try to hit your target this time, friend. Erastil guide you." He lets it fly.
Attack Roll: 1d20+9=14 (vs. FF AC)
Damage Roll (if applicable): 1d8+1=9
Noctem snarls in savage anticipation, then lunges forward, covering the 15 feet between he and his prey, a kobold who smelled suddenly of urine, in a frighteningly short space of time.
He lunged for the reptilian's throat.
Attack Roll: 1d20+10+2=1
*Bleep*
Rogan directs Noctem to attack Kobold 3 (Handle Animal Check: 1d20+9=24, Free Action).
Aiming his black-fletched arrow at a surprised looking kobold (kobold 5) he whispers, "Try to hit your target this time, friend. Erastil guide you." He lets it fly.
Attack Roll: 1d20+9=14 (vs. FF AC)
Damage Roll (if applicable): 1d8+1=9
Rogan's arrow hits the kobold in the back, running straight into his weak leather armor just as Noctem lunges to attack. The creature cries out in pain and nearly drops his spear as he arcs his back in agony and then tumbles to the ground; the spear falling and bouncing on the hard floor.
Noctem charges and lunges at the nearest kobold who, after watching the other one drop to an arrow, turns and dodges the snapping wolf.
Actually, Rogan targeted kobold 5. Noctem went after kobold 3. As much as I would like to redo Noctem's attack, he whiffed.
I'll let you do the flavor text =)
Actually, Rogan targeted kobold 5. Noctem went after kobold 3. As much as I would like to redo Noctem's attack, he whiffed.
I'll let you do the flavor text =)
As Rogan's arrow fells it's target, a blast of lightning shatters through the hall into the room and strikes another unsuspecting kobold who stands with his spear pointed at the halfling near the corner.
The creature yelps suddenly and loudly until it's futile cries are silenced and it's violently shaking body falls to the ground. It continues to twitch for several moments until it stops.
With a howl, White Ear leaps into the chamber straight behind one of the kobolds, his fur bristling and his fangs bared ready to attack.
No worries, Bro. 10 hours of comp screen would make me a little muddled as well.
It does not diminish your awesomeness in any way.
Two kobolds (1 and 2) rush in towards the halfling and thrust their spears at him, hissing and growling. "Die pink skin!"
Attack Roll: 1d20+1:[6,1] = (7); 1d20+1:[18,1] = (19)
Damage Roll: 1d6-1:[2,-1] = (1)
The halfing ducks one of the jabs at him but fails at another as a spear pierces his left shoulder.
The two halflings (4 and 6) in front of White Ear turn around at the snarling white wolf who seems intent on doing them harm and attack before he can do so.
Attack Roll: 1d20+1;[7,1] = (8); 1d20+1;[6,1] = (7)
In their apparent fear, they thrust too early and the wolf ducks down to avoid their weak attacks.
The kobold leader moves into the north hall and whips his talon-looking chain at the halfling but misses his mark as it ricochets off the corner wall.
Attack Roll: 1d20+4:[4,4] = (8)
Next to Noctem, the kobold attempts to fend off the dangerous wolf with a spear attack,
however the quick-reacting wolf dodges his head to the side and growls menacingly at him.
As the kobolds rush in to attack him, the halfling notices the intruders who seem to share his hatred for the scaly kobolds and senses that help has arrived. He smirks as he pulls out a feather and two small objects.
"May you laugh your last, kobold!"
As he shouts this, he waves the feather and tosses the two objects at the feet of the leader.
At this, the leader bursts out into laughter and collapses to the ground in utter hysterics while his underlings look on with absolute befuddlement.
The girl smiles and then her laughter turns to anger as she turns her attention toward the kobold directly in front of her, steps towards him and swings a club at him.
"Curses!" She yells. In her zeal, she miscalculated her steps and banged into the corner of the table nearby. The kobold turns and looks at her and then returns his focus on the white wolf.
Rogan quickly takes stock of the situation, then quickly shouts to Noctem, "Protect the Small One and the girl, ignore that skale skin for now."
Handle Animal: 1d20+9=20 (Free Action)
Rogan takes a quick 5 foot step to H8 (free action), and sends two arrows streaking from his bow, the first headed at kobold 1, the next headed at kobold 2.
Noctem obediently charges to the heat of the battle to defend the halfling and the girl. He proceeds left one square to H6, then up to H2, and occupies the square no longer occupied by kobold 2 (if kobold 2 is dead).
This provokes AoO from kobold 1, 3, and Alpha if they have readied melee weapons.
Noctem accepts them without so much as an acknowledging snarl.
Once he has settled in I2, he snarls at the kobold with the hooked whip and attacks him.
Attack Roll: 1d20+10=15
Damage Roll: 1d6+6=9
Trip Attack (Free Action): 1d20+8=21
Sorry, J-rod. I didn't see your previous post until post posting of my most recent post.
Since I can't come up with any reason other than metagaming to change Noctem's action, I will leave it as is.
Moving quickly, his eyes still shrouded in storm clouds, Omen moves rapidly but with his characteristic deliberateness into the room and proceeds to send another arc of nature's electric fury into one of the kobolds.
Ranged Touch Attack vs Kobold3: (1d20+2=22)
Crit confirmation: (1d20+2=20)
White Ear growls loudly as he lunges at one of the kobolds.
Got your crit deck right here.
If you want it, your result was "Conduit: Double damage and target takes a -4 penalty on saves versus your spells for 1d6 rounds."
Though I have a feeling he's automatically failing his saves versus your spells from now until the world explodes.
Comments
You move down the hallway towards the sounds of yipping and yelling to the next room. As you step into the room, you see three large stone tables that stand in the middle, while the long benches that once stood next to them have been knocked askew and overturned. What draws your attention, however, are the six kobolds armed with spears along with one who appears to be their leader wielding a strange weapon: a chain with almost what appears to be a three-pronged claw-shaped hook at the end. They have nearly cornered a halfling along with a little girl who appears braver than she seems.
Without hesitation, Rogan fires an arrow and hits a kobold in the back, running straight into his weak leather armor just as Noctem lunges to attack the nearest spear-wielder. Unfortunately the kobold sees the wolf coming and dodges as he lunges for his neck.
Omen’s hand crackles with electrical energy as it arcs out towards another kobold and drops him to the floor yipping in agony until he expires as White Ear moves in to attack.
One of the kobolds thrusts his spear at the halfling and stabs him in the shoulder as one of Rogan’s arrows flies over an electrified kobold body. Seeing the kobold jab the halfling, Rogan nocks another arrow and sends it after him and it stings the kobold in the neck. He falls to the ground grasping at the arrow and no sound leaves his reptilian mouth as he stops moving.
Noctem navigates through the bodies and attacks the kobold leader who attempted to strike the halfling with his talon chain-whip. The wolf bites into the leader’s studded armor but the leader looks down at him unaffected.
The halfling notices the intruders who seem to share his hatred for the scaly kobolds and senses that help has arrived. He smirks as he pulls out a feather and two small objects.
"May you laugh your last, kobold!"
As he shouts this, he waves the feather and tosses the two objects at the feet of the leader.
At this, the leader bursts out into laughter and collapses to the ground in utter hysterics while his underlings look on with absolute befuddlement.
The girl smiles and then her laughter turns to anger as she turns her attention toward the kobold directly in front of her, steps towards him and swings a club at him.
"Curses!" She yells. In her zeal, she miscalculated her steps and banged into the corner of the table nearby. The kobold turns and looks at her and then returns his focus on the white wolf.
Omen fires another arc of lightning at the nearest kobold and strikes him dead center in his chest. The kobold screams in agony as a wave of electrical energy engulfs him, leaving him but a blackened husk of his former self.
White Ear follows suit and grabs hold of the kobold in front of him by the neck and tosses him to the ground like a rag doll.
The kobold closest White Ear attempts to jab the wolf in the chest with his spear
He hits him just under his neck.
The leader continues to bust out laughing all the while doing his best to stay away from the menacing wolf towering over his prone body.
Rogan nocks another arrow and looses it straight towards the kobold engaging White Ear:
The arrow zips past and ricochets off the far wall and then just as quickly, he looses another: and the arrow follows suit and bounces off the wall before hitting the ground.
Noctem lunges at his prone target and attacks with open jaws:
He bites down on the kobolds thigh and tears his flesh, pulling him slightly across the floor before letting go. The kobold, still laughing, cries in pain amidst the chuckling.
The halfling turns to the leader after watching the other kobolds drop like flies. He attempts to stab him with a dagger, however the kobold easily rolls out of the way.
The girl swings her club at the remaining kobold minion and clubs him upside his head. The kobold appears stunned from the blow and with his right hand begins rubbing the back of his head.
Omen, you're up again
Omen fishes his ocarina from one of the side pouches stitched onto his backpack and begins to play a rousing song that fills his allies with courage.
White Ear snarls at the remaining kobold and lunges for him.
White Ear snarls at the remaining kobold and lunges for him.
White Ear snaps at the kobold in front of him and sinks his teeth into his side drawing blood. The kobold cries out and falls to the ground.
The kobold leader continues to laugh hysterically in the midst of his predicament.
Rogan looses an arrow at the guffawing kobold who occasionally snorts in laughter.
The kobold leader's laughter is silenced by the arrow which lands straight in between his eyes. He drops his weapon and slumps over.
As the leader is dispatched, the halfling slumps down with his back against the wall. "Bloody mess! Thanks, lads for coming to our aid. I am guessing you have come for the children?"
The girl turns and walks over behind the halfling and leans up against the wall. She continues to grasp the crude-looking club appearing to be wary of the new visitors, despite their great assistance.
"It's okay, lass. These two seem to be on our side. They sought to protect us first and foremost." The halfing places his right hand on his left shoulder and speaks a word of magic.
You watch the wound as it closes after he removes his hand and a translucent blue glow remains a few seconds afterward. You also see another wound in his right side which also closes up within his tattered vest.
"So, whats your story?" The halfling smiles and looks to both Omen and then Rogan.
"Hrmmm... these ones have been asked by the pack of Falcon's Hollow to find their missing young ones." Still being on edge and not wanting to reveal anything else, Omen looks to Rogan to see if he will offer anything more to the halfling.
Spellcraft Check: 1d20+5=16
Rogan removes his hat and holds it respectfully at his chest, bowing his head slightly.
"It is as my associate has said. My name is Rogan Tane. Young lady, I believe your mother is looking for you." He smiles slightly, returns his hat to his head, and begins searching the body of the kobold leader.
Perception Check: (Taking 10)1d20+11=21
He looks up briefly at the halfling. "Any information that you have on these wretches would be appreciated."
Spellcraft Check: 1d20+5=16
Rogan removes his hat and holds it respectfully at his chest, bowing his head slightly.
"It is as my associate has said. My name is Rogan Tane. Young lady, I believe your mother is looking for you." He smiles slightly, returns his hat to his head, and begins searching the body of the kobold leader.
Perception Check: (Taking 10)1d20+11=21
He looks up briefly at the halfling. "Any information that you have on these wretches would be appreciated."
The girl turns her head away when you speak to her and then looks back to watch you bend down to search the body.
The halfling stands up. "Mikra. Come out boy, you're safe now." Suddenly a young boy crawls out from under one of the tables and stands up eying you both. He walks over and stands by the girl.
"Well, if introductions are in order, my name is Edgrin Galesong; bard extraordinaire. This here is Kimi Eavewalker, a young girl trapped in this vile place as I was. I am... er, was, part of the Gray Eagles, an adventuring party based in Falcon's Hollow. My group was ambushed and attacked by a large pack of kobolds. Most of my compatriots were killed, while the rest of us... and by the rest of us, I mean me and Tyran, were captured and taken here. These kobolds seem to be devoted to some occult practice. What it is, I do not know, but their king, one Merlokrep, seems to be looking for sacrifices."
The girl, Kimi begins stepping forward next to the halfling and crosses her arms in an attempt to look tough.
"We escaped our holding pen down on the floor below and made it here..." He pauses. "Poor Jurin got trapped by some horrible chain demon when we took a wrong turn. He may be dead now." A look of sorrow fills his face. "The other one, Savram, fled down the north passage while Kimi and I tried to buy him and Mikram some time to flee. Mikram instead dove under that table."
"I don't know what happened with Tyran the wizard. He has probably been sacrificed along with the boy Hollin down below, but they may still be down there. If you would help me, I would like to do what I can to help you rescue them."
Kimi interrupts, "Well, are we going to mope in here discussing our plans, or are we going to save them?!"
Edgrin smiles. "You got a spunk in you, girl, I like that, but this place is dangerous."
Knowledge (Nature): (1d20+10=29)
Knowledge (Local): (1d20+5=23)
"Hrmmm... this one does not like the sound of this kobold king and thinks these kobolds are... hrmmm... unnatural. Perhaps, if fortune favors us for a time, we might... hrmmm... save these others mentioned." Omen pauses for a second, his eyes not focused on anything in particular as he ponders.
"Hrmmm... you brave little warriors wish to... hrmmm... save your packmates then?"
Knowledge (Nature): (1d20+10=29)
Knowledge (Local): (1d20+5=23)
"Hrmmm... you brave little warriors wish to... hrmmm... save your packmates then?"
The girl looks at you inquisitively. "Packmates? I need to save my friends. They are counting on us. Lets go!"
The halfling walks over to one of the tables. "We might be in for more than we bargained for, lads, but I am ready when you are."
Hrmmm... and what does the one called Mikra wish to do? If the little warriors wish to fight... hrmmm... this one thinks that those ones," he gestures to the goblins slain neatly by Rogan's arrows, "will not need their weapons or armor any longer..."
He trails off at the end, but Omen's tone conveys clearly that he is not comfortable traipsing through a kobold-infested tunnel complex with unarmored and ill-equipped children. If they want to come with him, they will not do so naked and defenseless. He is hoping Edgrin will pick up on this and shoots him the kind of glance grown-ups give one another when talking about dangerous or unsettling things while in the presence of children.
Rogan checks his bowstring and a few arrows. He pushes two of the arrows that hit home in the kobolds through their bodies, eyes the arrowheads for a brief moment, and then drops the bodies back to the ground as he finds the arrows to be useless.
He looks from Omen to the children and then back. "I have heard that druids can send messages to one another or third parties through animals. Is it possible for you to inform Kimi's mother that she is safe by such means, or are these things the whisperings of the ignorant?"
DM
"This one cannot do as you ask... hrmmm... today, friend Rogan," while being entirely truthful, his tone also suggests that even if he could he would not.
Hrmmm... and what does the one called Mikra wish to do? If the little warriors wish to fight... hrmmm... this one thinks that those ones," he gestures to the goblins slain neatly by Rogan's arrows, "will not need their weapons or armor any longer..."
He trails off at the end, but Omen's tone conveys clearly that he is not comfortable traipsing through a kobold-infested tunnel complex with unarmored and ill-equipped children. If they want to come with him, they will not do so naked and defenseless. He is hoping Edgrin will pick up on this and shoots him the kind of glance grown-ups give one another when talking about dangerous or unsettling things while in the presence of children.
The girl Kimi raises one of her eyebrows. "Mikra can't even defend himself let alone fight. I will protect him."
She walks over and begins attempting to pull a leather suit of armor off one of the dead kobolds and then tosses it at the boy, Mikra, who gives a confused look and then picks it up and attempts to put it on as he watches the girl pull the armor off another dead kobold.
Edgrin steps forward. "Kimi is a strong one and would be helpful, but I still have reservations with bringing them along. I think perhaps it might be best to take them up to the surface and have them hide som..."
"NO! I am not leaving without my friends." Kimi interjects.
"Very well. If it is fine by our rescuers, then you may come. I can lead the way to the floor below. Supreme caution is needed."
DM
** spoiler omitted **
Rogan
"I would not come between such a fierce warrior and her friends." Says Rogan, in all seriousness, but with a slight smile dancing at the corner of his mouth. "I say we let them come. I have seen such ferocity amongst the badgers and bears of the Churlwood when their dens and their children needed protection." He looks at Kimi, "I believe your friends are in good hands when you are with them."
He directs the remainder of his conversation at her. "My brother -er, my wolf, Noctem, will be honored to fight beside one so brave. Fear not his bite." He lifts the tip of his hat, revealing a bright twinkle in his eye. "It's his breath you have to watch out for."
Then he takes one final look around the room, waiting for the children to finish donning the armor, lending a hand where needed, if allowed, but mostly trying to stay out of their way. When it appears that they are done, he turns to Omen and Edgrin, nodding once at Edgrin. "Lead on, good sir. I will guard our flank." He nocks an arrow to his bow.
DM
Noctem, hearing the words of Rogan, walks over to Kimi and sits beside her. He sniffs her curiously, and snorts at the smell of kobold in the armor.
"I would not come between such a fierce warrior and her friends." Says Rogan, in all seriousness, but with a slight smile dancing at the corner of his mouth. "I say we let them come. I have seen such ferocity amongst the badgers and bears of the Churlwood when their dens and their children needed protection." He looks at Kimi, "I believe your friends are in good hands when you are with them."
Kimi stands up with another suit of leather armor. Her face bears a big grin for a brief moment. She nods and then her face changes back to one of seriousness and she purposefully broadens her shoulders and looks awkwardly proud.
He directs the remainder of his conversation at her. "My brother -er, my wolf, Noctem, will be honored to fight beside one so brave. Fear not his bite." He lifts the tip of his hat, revealing a bright twinkle in his eye. "It's his breath you have to watch out for."
She chuckles out loud and then steps over to the wolf and pets the top of his head and scratches behind his ears.
Noctem bears a slight smile and then looks up at Rogan.
Rogan
Then he takes one final look around the room, waiting for the children to finish donning the armor, lending a hand where needed, if allowed, but mostly trying to stay out of their way. When it appears that they are done, he turns to Omen and Edgrin, nodding once at Edgrin. "Lead on, good sir. I will guard our flank." He nocks an arrow to his bow.
Edgrin nods. "Very well, I will do my best. Follow me down this hall," he points to the north hallway leading out of the room. "I believe the other boy Savram headed down here."
Noctem, hearing the words of Rogan, walks over to Kimi and sits beside her. He sniffs her curiously, and snorts at the smell of kobold in the armor.
Before walking over to Kimi, Noctem nuzzles Rogan, conveying a longstrider spell to him.