Thorrick notice the flying kobold out of the corner of his eye, just too late to stop it from throwing something at Xalkas.
"Brace yourselves, these blasted kobolds have followed us!"
The dwarf again snaps his fingers, a ball of flame igniting in the palm of his hand. Squinting with one eye closed, he throws it in the direction of the flying assailant.
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The scout will move towards Thorrick as it was closer to him than anyone else. 13 with disadvantage +4 to hit, reach 30/120 ft., one target. Hit: (1d4 + 2) bludgeoning damage.
Irilu, hair slick in the downpour, clears the rain from her eyes. The first thing she sees is the flying kobold. With a pained expression, she begins to chant, launching a chilling beam of Ray of Frost at it.
"Kobolds are… persistent creatures, dwarf! ", Irilu shouts in response.
Irilu, hair slick in the downpour, clears the rain from her eyes. The first thing she sees is the flying kobold. With a pained expression, she begins to chant, launching a chilling beam of Ray of Frost at it.
"Kobolds are… persistent creatures, dwarf! ", Irilu shouts in response.
Attack: 18
Damage: 7
It hits, as you blast the kobold from the sky with a sharp freeze, and it comes crashing down and shatters into a million pieces.
”Nice shot!” Xalkas exclaims seeing the flying kobold start to fall. “Thorrick are you okay? Looked like this other one might have knicked you.” As he says, this he turns towards the scout, pulls out an orb from one of the pockets of his clothes and begins muttering and his breath. Finishing his incantation he points towards the scout. sleep27 (assuming it falls asleep) “Quick, lets tie it up before it wakes and maybe figure out where these buggers are coming from.”
If the roll is higher than the scouts hp it falls asleep. I’m also going to take that history check now, assuming that ends the fight to see if I recognize it from before. History: 12 + 5
Thorrick rubs his injury and glowers at the sleeping kobold. "I'll be fine lad, just give me a second." The dwarf mumbles a few words, causing his hand to glow with a faint energy as he touches the wound, completely healing it.
Seeing the kobold slowly close his eyes and slump down to the ground fast asleep turns back to Thorrick, “Quickly now, grab your rope and help me bind his hands and feet. We don’t have much time before he wakes. Once he’s bound we can tie him to something, maybe that log you were sitting on earlier”.
Turning to Irilu, “Again, I must say, wonderful shot! Did you see the way it shattered as it hit the ground. Ha ha!”
Then Xalkas will run over to the sleeping Kobold to bind him up, ideally with the help of Thorrick since Xalkas doesn’t have any rope.
Did my history check reveal anything? Do I need to make a roll to bind the kobold?
Irilu wants to understand more about their motives. If the DM accepts, Irilu rolls the following as insight:
12
Irilu smiles with a hint of sadness. ”Glad I could help. I’m not normally so good at spell casting, you see…”
Her voice trails off as her smile changes into an expression of puzzlement. ”This caravan of yours, what’s the story anyway?”
Irilu looks forst to Xalkas, and then Thorrick, studying their persons with a piercing gaze.
Irilu folds her arms over her chest, and does not assist with tying down the kobold.
The kobolds carry a collective total of 8 gp in coins, a potion of healing, and a half-eaten mouse. One of them wears a silver stud earring set with a round piece of polished jet worth 25 gp and a satchel containing a journal belonging to a man named Tholm H’rek (TOLM huh-REK).
Noticing the kobolds’ burden, Irilu begins to pick through their posessions. She has no interest in jewelry, but the journal...
“Gentlemen, when you’re done tangling your ropes, have a look at this...”
Irilu picks up the journal and idly starts to flick through its pages. She seems to relax at the coarse feel of the paper and musty scent.
A character spending an hour reading the journal learns that Tholm was an adventurer from Neverwinter who believes he has discovered an entrance to Khundrukar
The letter reads: Tymora's done gimmed an old fat kiss today! I was cleverly hid behind a stone and bush, but I found a tunnel that I reckon It will lead me into the mountain. Sparin me all that pesky muckin about. Gettin my rest now and in the morrow I go.
(Assuming that no ability checks were needed to tie up the surviving Kobold, and Thorrick had no issues providing his rope to do so)
Xalkas, with the aid of Thorrick, manage to securely bind the kobolds hands and feet together and then secure it to the log upon which Thorrick had previously been resting.
Looking over to Irilu as he finishes and notices her rummaging around near where the frozen kobold smashed to the ground he says, “Any useful or interesting items on that one? This one here has a bit of coin on him, what appears to be lunch ... or a snack perhaps. Also a fine bit of jewelry, I imagine this will get us some good coin when we make it back to town. As well as what appears to be a health potion. Can never have to many of those right?
He glances over to Thorrick, “Would you like to carry around the health potion or shall I? I would ask Irilu, but she seems very interested in that book.”
Then he strides over to Irilu and attempts to put his hand on her shoulder before he realizes that he’s much to short to reach her shoulder and then takes a half step back and crosses his arms over his chest. “What do you mean, ‘not usually that good at magic?’ That was amazing! As far as the caravan is concerned, I don’t remember much. One minute I heard someone shouting that they saw some kobolds. I felt a sharp blow to the back of my head and the next thing I know I woke up all alone. So I would really like to try and find where they are coming from so we can put a stop to attacks like that and like this.”
He pauses for a moment. Looking like he’s reflecting on something that happened some time ago. Then he shakes his head and divides the spoils from the battle. 3 gp to his companions and 2 for himself. Pockets the earrings, and holds the potion out to Thorrick.
Dm, if an hour of time is going to transpire as Irilu reads the journal, I’m going to use arcane rest and recover a spell slot.
A cursory glance at Irilu would reveal that she is accustomed to a roaming lifestyle, and consequently travels light. She pockets the 3 gold pieces gratefully, but clearly has no interest in carrying anything that could weigh her down.
Except, of course, for the journal. Rain still pouring, she seeks to protect it by wiping away the errant raindrops upon its cover, and slipping it into a pocket of her leathery backpack. Other than her quick browse, she doesn't risk its pages to the damp. It looks like it would take some time to read through and the rain could destroy it.
Realising Xalkas asked her a question, she diverts her attention towards him. "Well... I'm new to magic. Yes, surprising, I know - a couple hundred years old, you'd think I'd be a master! I'm a late bloomer, as it were."
Irilu starts to shiver, but her face brightens with the promise of adventure. "I wouldn't mind helping you investigate what happened to you both and your compatriots. But we have to find shelter, get out of this rain. Maybe make a fire."
Irilu scans the horizon for some sign of shelter.
If the DM accepts it, here is a roll for investigation. If you would prefer survival, it is +0 instead of the +5 I have for investigation
After helping Xalkas tie the goblin up, Thorrick sits down next to it. “Your keep it lad”, he says, referring to the potion, “but I’ll take that mouse off your hands.” Without hesitation, he grabs the rodent and bites a chunk out of it. “Waste not, want not”, he says, chewing slowly.
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The scout will move towards Thorrick as it was closer to him than anyone else. 13 with disadvantage +4 to hit, reach 30/120 ft., one target. Hit: (1d4 + 2) bludgeoning damage.
I took the lowest, not the 16 +4
Does a 17 hit thorrick?
6 bludgeoning damage if it does
Irilu, hair slick in the downpour, clears the rain from her eyes. The first thing she sees is the flying kobold. With a pained expression, she begins to chant, launching a chilling beam of Ray of Frost at it.
"Kobolds are… persistent creatures, dwarf! ", Irilu shouts in response.
Attack: 18
Damage: 7
It hits, as you blast the kobold from the sky with a sharp freeze, and it comes crashing down and shatters into a million pieces.
Xalkas turn
”Nice shot!” Xalkas exclaims seeing the flying kobold start to fall. “Thorrick are you okay? Looked like this other one might have knicked you.” As he says, this he turns towards the scout, pulls out an orb from one of the pockets of his clothes and begins muttering and his breath. Finishing his incantation he points towards the scout. sleep 27 (assuming it falls asleep) “Quick, lets tie it up before it wakes and maybe figure out where these buggers are coming from.”
If the roll is higher than the scouts hp it falls asleep. I’m also going to take that history check now, assuming that ends the fight to see if I recognize it from before. History: 12 + 5
Thorrick rubs his injury and glowers at the sleeping kobold. "I'll be fine lad, just give me a second." The dwarf mumbles a few words, causing his hand to glow with a faint energy as he touches the wound, completely healing it.
Healing Word: 5
Yes the kobold spy is asleep now
So what would you guys like to do?
Seeing the kobold slowly close his eyes and slump down to the ground fast asleep turns back to Thorrick, “Quickly now, grab your rope and help me bind his hands and feet. We don’t have much time before he wakes. Once he’s bound we can tie him to something, maybe that log you were sitting on earlier”.
Turning to Irilu, “Again, I must say, wonderful shot! Did you see the way it shattered as it hit the ground. Ha ha!”
Then Xalkas will run over to the sleeping Kobold to bind him up, ideally with the help of Thorrick since Xalkas doesn’t have any rope.
Did my history check reveal anything? Do I need to make a roll to bind the kobold?
Irilu wants to understand more about their motives. If the DM accepts, Irilu rolls the following as insight:
12
Irilu smiles with a hint of sadness. ”Glad I could help. I’m not normally so good at spell casting, you see…”
Her voice trails off as her smile changes into an expression of puzzlement. ”This caravan of yours, what’s the story anyway?”
Irilu looks forst to Xalkas, and then Thorrick, studying their persons with a piercing gaze.
Irilu folds her arms over her chest, and does not assist with tying down the kobold.
The kobolds carry a collective total of 8 gp in coins, a potion of healing, and a half-eaten mouse. One of them wears a silver stud earring set with a round piece of polished jet worth 25 gp and a satchel containing a journal belonging to a man named Tholm H’rek (TOLM huh-REK).
Noticing the kobolds’ burden, Irilu begins to pick through their posessions. She has no interest in jewelry, but the journal...
“Gentlemen, when you’re done tangling your ropes, have a look at this...”
Irilu picks up the journal and idly starts to flick through its pages. She seems to relax at the coarse feel of the paper and musty scent.
The letter reads: Tymora's done gimmed an old fat kiss today! I was cleverly hid behind a stone and bush, but I found a tunnel that I reckon It will lead me into the mountain. Sparin me all that pesky muckin about. Gettin my rest now and in the morrow I go.
(Assuming that no ability checks were needed to tie up the surviving Kobold, and Thorrick had no issues providing his rope to do so)
Xalkas, with the aid of Thorrick, manage to securely bind the kobolds hands and feet together and then secure it to the log upon which Thorrick had previously been resting.
Looking over to Irilu as he finishes and notices her rummaging around near where the frozen kobold smashed to the ground he says, “Any useful or interesting items on that one? This one here has a bit of coin on him, what appears to be lunch ... or a snack perhaps. Also a fine bit of jewelry, I imagine this will get us some good coin when we make it back to town. As well as what appears to be a health potion. Can never have to many of those right?
He glances over to Thorrick, “Would you like to carry around the health potion or shall I? I would ask Irilu, but she seems very interested in that book.”
Then he strides over to Irilu and attempts to put his hand on her shoulder before he realizes that he’s much to short to reach her shoulder and then takes a half step back and crosses his arms over his chest. “What do you mean, ‘not usually that good at magic?’ That was amazing! As far as the caravan is concerned, I don’t remember much. One minute I heard someone shouting that they saw some kobolds. I felt a sharp blow to the back of my head and the next thing I know I woke up all alone. So I would really like to try and find where they are coming from so we can put a stop to attacks like that and like this.”
He pauses for a moment. Looking like he’s reflecting on something that happened some time ago. Then he shakes his head and divides the spoils from the battle. 3 gp to his companions and 2 for himself. Pockets the earrings, and holds the potion out to Thorrick.
Dm, if an hour of time is going to transpire as Irilu reads the journal, I’m going to use arcane rest and recover a spell slot.
A cursory glance at Irilu would reveal that she is accustomed to a roaming lifestyle, and consequently travels light. She pockets the 3 gold pieces gratefully, but clearly has no interest in carrying anything that could weigh her down.
Except, of course, for the journal. Rain still pouring, she seeks to protect it by wiping away the errant raindrops upon its cover, and slipping it into a pocket of her leathery backpack. Other than her quick browse, she doesn't risk its pages to the damp. It looks like it would take some time to read through and the rain could destroy it.
Realising Xalkas asked her a question, she diverts her attention towards him. "Well... I'm new to magic. Yes, surprising, I know - a couple hundred years old, you'd think I'd be a master! I'm a late bloomer, as it were."
Irilu starts to shiver, but her face brightens with the promise of adventure. "I wouldn't mind helping you investigate what happened to you both and your compatriots. But we have to find shelter, get out of this rain. Maybe make a fire."
Irilu scans the horizon for some sign of shelter.
If the DM accepts it, here is a roll for investigation. If you would prefer survival, it is +0 instead of the +5 I have for investigation
18
After helping Xalkas tie the goblin up, Thorrick sits down next to it. “Your keep it lad”, he says, referring to the potion, “but I’ll take that mouse off your hands.” Without hesitation, he grabs the rodent and bites a chunk out of it. “Waste not, want not”, he says, chewing slowly.