Your bones quake and your mind harkens back to your studies and everything your mother taught you. With a sense of dread you realize that the rumbling behind the sound of thunder is nothing other than the low growl of a dragon.
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
After warning the others about the screams up ahead, Scylla quickly leads them to Kelmar and Nonnacurrent position. Sidling up next to the two leads Scyllaasks, "what do we know so far?"
Rollooks around attempting to discern what is in front of him (Nature: 3)
Looking back at the panicking Half-Orc, Rolloudly says, Relax, there are seven of us! Plus, we can't just run away from that smell...as we so wonderfully discovered there's nothing else for days. Where's your sense of fun?!
Feeling very satisfied with his haphazard attempt at camaraderie, Rolsmiles and keeps moving forward, beckoning Nonna to follow.
Nonna rolls her eyes, Well, maybe the elf will buy me some time in its digestion system.
Look dude, I like to think I know just a little bit about dragons. And frankly, unless you've got a magic cannon shoved up in those fancy robes of yours, or, I dunno, an immunity to ******* death fire, or you're a ******* GOD, take my advice and get the **** out of here.
Nonna hisses in Kalmar's ear:
Listen man, you're the closest thing I have to a friend out here. Trust me you DO NOT want to **** with this. I will ditch you in a heartbeat if I have to but if you value your hide. Let's get the **** out of here.
It isn't until you're all grouped up at the bend a short ways from town that you see it: a large blue dragon, swooping off in the distance. It doesn't seem to be particularly enthusiastic in its actions; rather it flies off in large circles above and beyond the town, occasionally swooping in with a breath of lightning, far from you near the far edge of town. Another series of screams draws your attention to more nearby concerns. A family, on the eastern edge of town nearest to you, streams across the entrance to the main road from a nearby alley, pursued by at least half a dozen kobolds. You catch the sight of three small figures, accompanied by a larger, limping, with another larger figure trailing behind with a spear.
Kalmar listens to Nonna’s hissed warning and his hand goes to his sword as he looks toward the town A dragon? He begins to draw his sword but it only comes out a few inches before he slams it back into the scabbard. He looks at Nonna and his new traveling companions then back at the town unsure of what to do... then he sees the family and the kobolds. Kobolds? I Hate kobolds! C’mon, Nonna! He draws his sword and charges to intercept the kobolds.
Scylla watches Kelmar rush towards the kobolds. He looks back at Orochi, shrugs, and then unsheathes his longsword and quickly dashes forward to catch up with Kelmar to attack the Kobolds. As he catches up he says to Kelmar, "should we approach them with some discretion?"
Scyllagrins at Kelmar, showing a row of well polished dragon teeth as smoke billows out of his nostrils as he gets ready for combat. "I'll cut them down by the knees! We should try to capture one or two of them so we can interrogate."
“Well maybe I do!” Rol responds to Nonna, as he uses Minor Illusion to create a shimmering cannon that seemingly falls out of the right arm of his robes. Smugly looking back at Nonna he continues, “See? Nothing to worry about!”
Lost in his desire to Verbally best Nonna, Rol only vaguely sees the dragon.
Upon turning around to continue walking towards the town, Rol notices the Kobolds and is taken aback by their appearance. “Kobolds? Those wretches always dwell around these types of places. Miniature nuisances...”
Kalmar you rush ahead only slightly before Scylla catches up, catching a glimpse of the chaos beyond; this family is not nearly the only one under attack, and though it's hard to tell in the fading light, it seems kobold-sized figures are not the only ones participating in the assault. The two of you yell draconic banter to the tiny kobolds and several of them screech, looking up, one of them seeming to make eye contact with Kalmar and smirk at his words. At the same time, the human with the spear looks over at you, and you see a woman's blood-caked face, washed over with a look of relief. "Praise be to Chauntea, help us!" she cries before turning her head back toward the limping man. "Cuth! Get the children to the keep, it's their only hope!"
Let me know if you want to adjust positioning or retcon in any interactions, and otherwise rrrrrrroll initiative!
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Nature 3
Kalmar:
Yep, it's odd, I'll tell you that.
((Don't miss my followup post last page))
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
19 Nature
Nonna:
Your bones quake and your mind harkens back to your studies and everything your mother taught you. With a sense of dread you realize that the rumbling behind the sound of thunder is nothing other than the low growl of a dragon.
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
After warning the others about the screams up ahead, Scylla quickly leads them to Kelmar and Nonna current position. Sidling up next to the two leads Scylla asks, "what do we know so far?"
((Please don't forget about the nature checks from last page, and open any and all spoilers addressed to you))
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Nonna grabs Kalmar by the shirt collar and starts to shake him violently and waves to the rest of the party.
KALMAR I'M FREAKING THE **** OUT THAT'S NOT THUNDER THAT'S A ******* DRAGON WE GOTTA GET THE **** OUT OF HERE I'M NOT DYING LIKE THAT.
Nonna looks around hurriedly to see if she can notice somewhere for them to hide while keeping a wary eye to see what she can make of the nearby
I'll explain later but TRUST me we can't handle this.
Perception 6
Rol looks around attempting to discern what is in front of him (Nature: 3)
Looking back at the panicking Half-Orc, Rol loudly says, Relax, there are seven of us! Plus, we can't just run away from that smell...as we so wonderfully discovered there's nothing else for days. Where's your sense of fun?!
Feeling very satisfied with his haphazard attempt at camaraderie, Rol smiles and keeps moving forward, beckoning Nonna to follow.
Nonna rolls her eyes, Well, maybe the elf will buy me some time in its digestion system.
Look dude, I like to think I know just a little bit about dragons. And frankly, unless you've got a magic cannon shoved up in those fancy robes of yours, or, I dunno, an immunity to ******* death fire, or you're a ******* GOD, take my advice and get the **** out of here.
Nonna hisses in Kalmar's ear:
Listen man, you're the closest thing I have to a friend out here. Trust me you DO NOT want to **** with this. I will ditch you in a heartbeat if I have to but if you value your hide. Let's get the **** out of here.
It isn't until you're all grouped up at the bend a short ways from town that you see it: a large blue dragon, swooping off in the distance. It doesn't seem to be particularly enthusiastic in its actions; rather it flies off in large circles above and beyond the town, occasionally swooping in with a breath of lightning, far from you near the far edge of town. Another series of screams draws your attention to more nearby concerns. A family, on the eastern edge of town nearest to you, streams across the entrance to the main road from a nearby alley, pursued by at least half a dozen kobolds. You catch the sight of three small figures, accompanied by a larger, limping, with another larger figure trailing behind with a spear.
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Kalmar listens to Nonna’s hissed warning and his hand goes to his sword as he looks toward the town A dragon? He begins to draw his sword but it only comes out a few inches before he slams it back into the scabbard. He looks at Nonna and his new traveling companions then back at the town unsure of what to do... then he sees the family and the kobolds. Kobolds? I Hate kobolds! C’mon, Nonna! He draws his sword and charges to intercept the kobolds.
Gene, Seeing danger draws his bow and takes a hidden position near the road.
stealth 22
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Nonna sighs and pulls out her long sword and sighs.
“If y’all kill me I’m gonna haunt the shit out of you.”
Nonna calls ahead to KALMAR
“Don’t kill all of them!”
Nonna turns to ROL and SCYLLA
“SCYLLA you can talk to them right? ROL you’re a spell-boy right? Got anything fun?”
Nonna composes herself and her expression changes before looking around and noticing GENE is missing.
“Wait where did GENE go?”
Scylla watches Kelmar rush towards the kobolds. He looks back at Orochi, shrugs, and then unsheathes his longsword and quickly dashes forward to catch up with Kelmar to attack the Kobolds. As he catches up he says to Kelmar, "should we approach them with some discretion?"
Kalmar shouts back to Nonna We’ll you better shake a leg then, Sister!
he smiles and says to Scylla I’ll hit them high and you hit them low?
he shouts at the kobolds
Draconic:
Oi, you little red shits! You should have stayed at home ******* your mothers! I hope your wills are up to date, cause your all gonna DIIIIIEEEEEE!!!!
Scylla grins at Kelmar, showing a row of well polished dragon teeth as smoke billows out of his nostrils as he gets ready for combat. "I'll cut them down by the knees! We should try to capture one or two of them so we can interrogate."
Draconic to the Kobolds
Surrender now and we'll promise you no harm.
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“Well maybe I do!” Rol responds to Nonna, as he uses Minor Illusion to create a shimmering cannon that seemingly falls out of the right arm of his robes. Smugly looking back at Nonna he continues, “See? Nothing to worry about!”
Lost in his desire to Verbally best Nonna, Rol only vaguely sees the dragon.
Upon turning around to continue walking towards the town, Rol notices the Kobolds and is taken aback by their appearance. “Kobolds? Those wretches always dwell around these types of places. Miniature nuisances...”
Nonna looks at Rol dumbstruck for a moment and thens begins to guffaw heartily.
So you do have a sense of humor pretty boy! You and I are gonna get along just fine.
Her expression softens for a second and she mutters to Rol
Rol
Thanks I needed that, sorry for freaking out back there
Wait up for me you scallywags! Whoever kills the least has to buy the other two a drink!
Nonna rushes ahead to join the frontline with Scylla and Kalmar
Kalmar you rush ahead only slightly before Scylla catches up, catching a glimpse of the chaos beyond; this family is not nearly the only one under attack, and though it's hard to tell in the fading light, it seems kobold-sized figures are not the only ones participating in the assault. The two of you yell draconic banter to the tiny kobolds and several of them screech, looking up, one of them seeming to make eye contact with Kalmar and smirk at his words. At the same time, the human with the spear looks over at you, and you see a woman's blood-caked face, washed over with a look of relief. "Praise be to Chauntea, help us!" she cries before turning her head back toward the limping man. "Cuth! Get the children to the keep, it's their only hope!"
Let me know if you want to adjust positioning or retcon in any interactions, and otherwise rrrrrrroll initiative!
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Kobold group1: 6
Kobold group 2: 8
Woman (L1): 20
Man (Cuth, C1): 16
Kids (H1-3): 4
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3