"Well, I apparently don't hear anything beyond this door. Who wants to to open it?"
Raviel cracks his neck a couple of times "Alright, lets get moving"
"Very well. I shall listen at the door to see if the kobolds are trying to sneak up on us while we wait. Momma always said I was a horrible judge of character, but I have a good feeling about this group."
With a slightly manic grin at everyone, Simo moves silently towards the door out of the room.
stealth roll 1d20 + 19
perception roll 1d20 + 10
Simo hears nothing.
Knotted grasps the doorhandle. Nothing happens. It doesn't even seem locked, let alone trapped.
From upstairs comes a sudden shout of "Science! Science will deal with these kobolds no problem ser dwarf!" There is a clamor, and a large scarred orc climbs down from the upper floor, standing tall at the bottom of the ladder.
He is wearing half plate and on his back sits a huge great axe. He seems to be missing several teeth, and strapped all over him are various vials, flasks, and odd bottles.
"Excuse me folks" he says in surprisingly clear Common, "is this where the group who is going to deal with these foul kobolds has met?" Seeing the dead moths he grins, and lets out a hearty orcish guffaw. "I see I missed the party!"
"Oh no, my new found friend who seems totally trustworthy, the party is just getting started. And it's a dance party. Where we dance on kobold corpses. And maybe have snacks after."
stealth roll
"Oh no, my new found friend who seems totally trustworthy, the party is just getting started. And it's a dance party. Where we dance on kobold corpses. And maybe have snacks after."
stealth roll 1d20 + 19
"Trustworthy?" Gromgar laughs again. "I don't think I have been called that before! I dare say that I am here because a dwarf is paying me to be here, and I fully intend to collect some...specimens as it where..." Gromgar then wanders over to the moth corpses, prodding at them.
"Ah, a new companion, nice to meet you..." Raviel streches a hand for a handshake to Gromgar "and you are?"
Without looking up from the moths, and in fact taking a bit of moth goop and tasting it, Gromgar speaks. "I am known as Gromgar! Genius scientist!" He takes the hand that is offered, and then realizes two things. One: that the hand is very hot. And two: that it is nothing but bones. He looks up to the creature who hand is shaking, eyes wide. "Well this is certainly new..."
"I am Raviel Vangua, you'll find me rather unique"
Standing up with a bit of moth wing in one hand, Gromgar nods. "Yes, I definitely find you unique..." He takes a bite of wing and chews thoughtfully.
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Wiping the spew from his finely trimmed beard, His Excellency notices the newcomer(s).
Hile there! Pleased to meet you! Codwin I of Augustana, Supreme Elect of the Free Peoples of Andoran at your service! Or rather, you at mine, I suppose. Good to see another man of science among the group, now. Always need more science. Science never did a thing to hurt anybody! Speaking of which, if any of you have the need, I can quickly brew a tincture whilst we lounge about that will mend your wounds. It would be the work of only a second. Let me know, eh?
Otherwise, desist with the lollygagging! Andoran has not declared war upon these kobolds for naught! On, Andoran! FOR THE EAGLE!
"On the count of three I open the door....."
"One..."
"Two..."
"Three.."
Knotted opens the door. Beyond is a dark corridor. It leads twenty feet ahead, then splits off.
makes sense to me....
Perception
perception check
Gromgar, completely oblivious to any noises really, continues to munch on the tasty tasty wing.
The darkly clad man continues to chitter excitedly, especially at the new comer, whom he offers a gloved hand. The entire time his tail swishes back and forth.
One hand holding the wing, the other takes the gloved hand of the chittering creature in front of him firmly. "Nice tail you have there...whatever you are!"
Simo turns to Codwin.
"Your excellency, do you have a tincture that will work on dogs? I seem to have shot my friend Aatu here in the back."
"Someone remind me not to be friends with that one."
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Your excellency, do you have a tincture that will work on dogs? I seem to have shot my friend Aatu here in the back.
Hmm. It would seem, then, that the question really becomes, am I able to brew an extract that will cure either bad aim or lunacy? I actually can cure bad aim, but alas, I've just imbibed that one myself. I could probably cure lunacy as well, but I simply don't know anyone who's sufficiently crazy to test a formula on! You'd think that somewhere in the vast nation that I preside over, there would be someone crazy enough, but I certainly haven't found him.
Barring that...yes. I can make your pooch feel a bit better. Here, pooch!
HP Healed
Does anyone else hear that rustling sound? I couldn't possibly be imagining it. It sounds like it's coming from the other side of that fork ahead. ON, ANDORAN!
" Thank you, your excellency. I am sure Aatu thanks you as well, though I do not presume to speak for him. My aim is actually quite good, and while I am probably a bit insane, neither was the issue in this case. It was the influence of these currently deceased mind enslaving moths. I shall stay to the back as we advance, since my crossbow is my primary method of offense."
Seeking more things to slay Raviel walks down the corridor and looks at what lays at either end
Raviel steps into the intersection. Suddenly, those in the back see four spears jab out at the skeleton.
There are four kobolds with longspears, and behind them a pair of crossbowmen who are preparing to fire.
"Well, I guess there is something going on down there to the skeleton man..."
Upon hearing the sounds of battle, the strange speaking man unsheathes the sword on his back and applies a foul looking substance to the blade. He then promptly disappears.
Init
perception
to GM
Initiative
"It's clobbering..... Time!"
Init 1d20 +10
perception 1d20 +1
to GM ** spoiler omitted **
Vaki draws his sword and vanishes. The kobold crossbowmen fire at Raviel.
Gromgar shouts "SCIENCE!" and charges up the hallway, drawing his Greataxe as he goes. He charges directly at the first Kobold he can see and attempts to slam his large axe into the creature.
If a charge is not possible he will walk a full 20 feet forward and hurl a bomb at the first Kobold he can see
Gromgar rushes forward and hurls a bomb at one of the spearmen . The kobold hisses in pain. The one next to him manages to dodge most of the blast, but they both appear mightily displeased.
Raviel will take a 5-foot step closer to the spear-men next to the one that Gromgar is next to. Raviel will claw once each both spear kobolts making sure to rust their armour through
claw attack 1
to hit
confirm crit
to wound
fire
claw attack 2
to hit
to wound
fire
Moves forward to assist Raviel and flank opponents....
Darkwood Greatclub
Attack
Damage
"Fe Fi Foe Club!"
Raviel will take a 5-foot step closer to the spear-men next to the one that Gromgar is next to. Raviel will claw once each both spear kobolts making sure to rust their armour through
claw attack 1
to hit 1d20 +7
confirm crit 1d20 +7
to wound 1d6 +2
fire 1d6claw attack 2
to hit 1d20 +7
to wound 1d6 +2
fire 1d6
Raviel claws at both kobolds, but they both seem only a little irritated.
Simo pauses, wanting to see how Codwin will fare.
Knot moves forward and swings at one of the spearmen, but his attack has no effect.
Codwin moves forward, throwing his vial at the crossbowmen with impressive accuracy. While the bomb doesn't explode quite as effectively as Codwin had hoped, the other crossbowman is unable to dodge, and they both appear nastily singed.
stealth roll
stealth roll 1d20 + 19
Simo sneaks along the wall. The kobolds do not seem to notice him.
Seeing the rusting effect Raviel is having on their weapons, the spearmen quickly shift to Knotted.