Let's go forward with some caution, if it is Kobolds then we can expect traps of some sort. The northern Complex is still uninvestigated
"Hey Gimble--while the rest of us search this room why don't you examine the next door ?"
"Sure, sounds good. Maybe these lizardpeople put up more traps, eh."
Gimble does exactly that, searching especially for traps and tripwires.
perception
Livlena finds no more clues in the little room with the table and chair (area 7). Gimble finds no evidence of any traps on the door. He's pretty sure the door is unlocked.
Hennie helps with the searching.
After a thorough(ly awful) check of the first room, Liv peeks into the room beyond the door Gimble just scanned.
"No traps, no tricks. This door is unlocked, though."
"Well, this room is empty except for the cringing kobold hiding underneath the bed," the more muscled twin quips.
"Please, come out--we won't hurt you," she says to the little creature in a more friendly tone. Turning to her friends, she asks them, "Does anyone speak...koboldese?"
Hennie takes over where Liv leaves off.
"Yes, there's no need to worry. We're only sheltering here briefly and we will soon be on our way. You've nothing to fear from us."
"They speak Draconic, the language of lizardpeople and the true dragons. I know it, Liv. Lemme try."
Gimble moves to nearby the kobold and squats down, offering out some food.
diplomacy
"This is Gurtlekep, everyone. He says he is the last if his brood. A clan, or group. Or something, I guess. He wants the crow in the other room, so leave that be. Also, he says the mushrooms might be near the fallen tower.
Weren't the tracks we saw earlier with something else? i remember us discussing Whatever reptilian living here working with another four legged creature
Sense Motive
"He seems like a nice enough fellow. For a kobold, I guess. There's at least two more groups of them in the area, the Truescales and the Bloodscales. I bet we'll run into some if them soon enough."
Gimble backs out of the room, leaving the food where he dropped it.
"I dunno, last of his tribe, living in this big place all by himself. If he were a bit more friendly, I'd say we invite him along. But I dont think we could trust him, not for long, anyways."
In common, from under the bed comes a voice "Bye now ... okay bye-bye byeeee now .... bye-bye."
You are clearly not welcome here.
Among the mess of birds bones and fetishes on the other bed you see a ruby about half the size of an eye and a bunch of coins.
"bye-bye fast now .... bye-bye."
The kobold, for the first time, emerges from under the bed, coming out on the side of the bed furthest from the party. He wears only a torn shirt but he holds a dagger and a short sword.
Hennie only undertsands the little bits and bobs Gimble decides to translate from the conversation. But her heart goes out to the poor lonely kobald. Nonetheless, as soon as the kobald points them toward the location of the mushrooms, she is completely ready to move on without giving a single thought to bringing the little reptile with them.
When he emerges from his hiding place, she gives him a broad smile and asks Gimble to "tell him 'thank you' for directing us to the mushrooms".
Any decent Sense Motive check would reveal he is desperate, in the way that an animal backed into a corner is desperate. He is willing to die to protect what is his and had forgotten he had left it on the bed. You may not be an expert on kobold physiques, but now that you see him in the light, he seems old and wiry.
Hennie's smile fades. "Well, I guess we'll be on our way now. It's been a pleasure to meet you." She's uncomfortable enough to forget the kobald probably can't understand her.
"We should be on our way, if we dont want a fight. At least we learned where the mushrooms should be."
Gimble backs out of the room, hands away from his knives.
Let's go then, no time to waste. i doubt it would be worth swiping anything the little fella has
Are you heading for the tower then or somewhere else?
"Let's head for this fallen tower thing then!" Liv gushes. Less confidently, she adds, "Is that the pile of rocks in the northeast corner of this place?"
To get to the tower, you can cross through the yard or walk down the corridor marked as 11 on the map. Which would you take?
In case it affects your decision, the carcasses of the landsquids seem to have been dragged out through the big doors you came into the building through and back out into the yard. A trail of the ooze that passed for their blood shows which way they were dragged.
Hennie agrees wholly with her twin. "Here here! Let's get on with it!"
She starts toward the courtyard, too many nasty skulky things around in the buildings.
"Sounds good. Hopefully no more wolves are kicking around. If they are, they're being awful quiet like."
Gimble heads towards the fallen tower, stealthy and crossbow at the ready.
stealth
perception
As you move to enter the courtyard, it's hard to miss the sound of the kobold running at full speed down the hallway behind you and then up towards the area you have yet to explore It's especially hard to miss him as he's shouting f in draconic: "Alarm, alert!! The thin-skins are coming!"
Rushing through the courtyard in the dusk last night, you did not notice the skeletal figure leaning against the old well. A dented helmet falling off his head juantily, he looks like he could be napping against the well, just sunning his old bones and ragged cloth.
The trail of landsquid ooze and body parts leads through the courtyard, past the old well, and then back into the monastery near the door leading to the tower.
"That little twit!" Hennie exclaims is disappointment.
"We should hurry and be on guard, I doubt he's yelling to nobody in particular."
Hennie continues on toward the the tower.
"Oh, right. Hes certainly betraying us and telling the rest of his kobold friends were here. If you see a scaly faced little liar again, just stab it."
Gimble seems very disappointed in the betrayal, but keen on the chance to take some retribution if possible.
As you approach the watchtower, you can see landsquid juices spread on the walls. A single tentacle lying on the ground suggests the possibility that someone tried to paint with one of them.
The watchtower is crumbling and the lower floor is open and exposed and broken. It shouldn't be long before the entire tower falls as it would take an experienced engineer to rescue it now.
Thick webs cover much of the ancient crates and barrels stored inside the base of the tower. A rickety wooden staircase ascends along one wall to reach an open trapdoor above.
The two landsquid corpses are lying on a pair of crates as if they were thrown there.
"Hmm...those webs seem to indicate the possible presence of a giant spider in the area, yet...the idea of someone painting the walls nearby...with landsquid tentacles, no less...would seem to suggest this area is safe," Livlena reasons aloud. "But then again, from what we've seen of our first kobold, they don't seem to be a particularly smart or wise race. Let us proceed with caution."
Liv looks around for threats and/or mushrooms.
Liv does not see any mushrooms or immediate threats. Most of the crates have rotted and been opened. Among the rot and garbage Liv does find one rather nice short sword.
perception
Gimble moves up and also searches around for the mushrooms, and anything else he might find.
1d20+7 perception
Gimble moves up and also searches around for the mushrooms, and anything else he might find.
Gimble notices that the drag marks show that the landsquids were dragged to this empty tower end just outside of it. Not really anything new.
Livlena returns to the others, showing off the short sword. After a moment's consideration, she offers the blade to Scipio.
"As an apology for making that rather dreadful joke about eating your horse friend?"
Livlena returns to the others, showing off the short sword. After a moment's consideration, she offers the blade to Scipio.
"As an apology for making that rather dreadful joke about eating your horse friend?"
Livlena returns to the others, showing off the short sword. After a moment's consideration, she offers the blade to Scipio.
"As an apology for making that rather dreadful joke about eating your horse friend?"
Thank you, much appreciated...I'm more of a mage than a swordsman actually. if anyone else wants it they can use it. Scipio smiles and accepts the apology, Problem with growing up noble, you don't get many choices for friends