Soon after the last kobold dies, the pile of rubble in the small cavern that Perrin, Lera and Koll are in bursts, causing rocks and ice to explode towards them. In its place the massive white dragon stares at the three adventurers. It then steps backwards, as if allowing them access into the next chamber. She watches cautiously, as if any indication that they're about to attack will result in forfeiture of their lives.
Realizing that they have little choice, Koll enters, bowing and showing deference to the white dragon. Exchanging a look, Perrin and Lera follow. There in a large cavern they see what a small city of kobolds, their small huts scattered throughout the cavern. On the southern side, a shrine to their White Queen is set. There, another of the armored elite kobolds stands guard. All told, there's a few dozen of these kobolds living here.
Shanolia kneels beside the bleeding corpse and proceeds to slowly cut through the flesh and fur holding the head on, relishing in the warm feeling of blood on her bare right hand as it holds the body steady. Once the head is free from the body, she attempts to stuff it into her pack. After failing to stuff the head into the pack, Shanolia eyes the bedroll attached to the side. After a second of contemplation, she swiftly removes the useless bedroll and tosses it aside, fastening the head in its place.
Seeing her start to contemplate skinning the beast, Zamar reminds her, “Our friends...my daughter is lost somewhere in these ice tunnels. They may be at the mercy of the dragon! Perhaps we can come back for your trophies?”
Shanolia's gaze flashes to Zamar angrily before a small flash of light passes through her eyes, her expression returning to the usual stoic one. After making sure the head is secure, she plunges her obsidian dagger deep into the wolf's flank one more time before standing, covered in and reeking of blood. "Later, but we will come back. I'm in the mood for a new wolf pelt glove."
Finally tearing his gaze from the cages owlbear, Dapple turns his attention to the other two, and the results of Shanolia's butchery. "We will come back, but Zamar is right. Now is not the time. Out friends are out there too, and it's grown to quiet. I don't like it. We need to find them, and the dragon."
Zamar, wary of the breath of the young wolf, slides one of the cages closer and peers through the hole. The tunnel continues on both sides. The dragon had rushed off the right. About forty feet down, there is a dull light where it looks like the dragon broke through the ice once more. Voices are heard along with the occasional yip of kobolds. To the left, the direction the wolf ran, the tunnel continues further than darkvision can see. Zamar whispers to the others, “She went this way. I say we follow.” He climbs in and heads after the dragon. Dapple helps Shanolia up into the hole before following himself. In the ice tunnel, he uses his claws to steady himself on the slick surface as they move along in the direction the dragon went.
As Perrin, Koll, and Lera walk into the small kobold town, the kobolds all turn and watch. There's a few angry yips as the dragon leads them to the northern section of the caves. The kobolds part to allow everyone to pass, but their weapons are at the ready. "Tell your friends to descend," the dragon says to Woe and Singe as they near. It watches the three like a hawk as they near the pit and see their two companions below.
Singe looks up at the group, “She wants you to come down.”
Perrin comments in halfling "So she can blast us all."
"No, she wants the thraul." Singe replies in Halfling, "Please don't give her a reason to destroy us."
At Perrin and Singe's words, obliviously words she doesn't understand, she roars. A large icicle falls from the ceiling, nearly impaling a kobold. "GO" she says, more firmly.
"Please come down." Singe says in common.
Perrin will wait for the others to descend before he does, not trusting the kobolds or dragon to not take a cheap shot at his wounded allies.
Koll nudges Lera, and whisper, "Now might be a good time to offer up that diamond."
"Now would be a good time to offer up the Thraul." Singe says wide eyed.
"Diamond?" The dragon says, her interest piqued. "What other valuables have you brought me?" She asks.
Singe sighs and motions to Lera, "Show her the diamond."
Lera brings forward the diamond, curtsying low before the dragon. "Oh great one, this is but one piece of the treasure we have come to offer you. As you I'm sure already know, however, some of the greatest treasures are experiences. We have brought not only material goods, but the offer of the experience of your lifetime."
She looks down at Lera, her suspicion slightly dulled by the glimmer of the perfectly cut diamond. "Get it," she says to one of the Kobolds in Draconic. The kobold rushes over to fetch the diamond, snatching it from Lera and cradling it like a precious child. "Which of your slaves were you waiting for?" The dragon asks Singe.
"Um..." Singe looks at the group, "Who has the thraul?"
"Zamar?" Perrin responds, unsure.
Singe turns to the dragon, "Well, he isn't a servant, but none of them are. Simply, he's with two other members in our company but we have no idea where he is. He carries a lyre."
The dragon's tail flitches in agitation. She rears back, and you can tell she has just taken a deep breath of the icy cold air.
Zamar pokes his head through the opening, a small ways away from Dapple and Shanolia. "Excuse me. I seem to be lost," he interrupts.
"Oh look! There he is!" Singe exclaims.
The dragon's shifts its attention to the hole nearly 40 feet up, and with a great flap of its wings it hovers in the air for a closer look.
"Pardon my interruption, your frozen majesty. I seem to have been separated from my compatriots. This is most unfortunate as I am the bearer of our gift to you. I do hope I have not kept you waiting too long. I got trapped behind a wall of ice that sprang up as I scurried away from a boulder. May I enter?"
With a great burst of speed, the dragon charges forward through the ice. The thought that someone was in her personal tunnels seems to have upset her. She bursts into the tunnel with an explosion of ice and stares ahead. Her intention is immediately made when she roars into the the tunnel, the sound deafening to those within. Zamar leaps down and uses the Lyre to levitate down to the floor, but away from his friends so as to not present a single target for dragon breath.
"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
Seeing direct combat as suicidal (though exciting, no doubt), Dapple has no wish to die today, and tries to calm the dragon. "Please forgive us, great queen," he offers. "We were separated from our companions and did not intend to offend by coming upon you unexpectedly. Well gladly join them down below. We come bearing gifts as well." He fishes about in his belt pouch, thinking quickly. His probing fingers come across the small amulet which led him to be hard today, captured by that wizard so long ago. He pulls it out, and can feel the faint vibration of it's whirling clockwork though his fingertips. Holding it out he wiggled the chain for emphasis. "See? This once belonged to a great wizard, now long dead. Powered by some lost magic!"
Shanolia raises both hands with her palms facing the dragon, showing that she has no ill intentions. "M'Lady, we are guests in your domain and we mean no disrespect. I also have in my possession a fair amount of gold and gems if those would those would soothe you and help avert conflict."
Woe looks around and hears the commotion. She gets a glimpse of Zamar and Dapple looking out over the group high above the ground. She hears the dragon roaring and thundering away.
Then she turns to Singe and whispers: "We need to get out of here! This is a death trap!" Then she climbs up the ladder to the top as fast as she can.
Then she twirls and points at Singe, Lera, Koll and Perrin. For a second it looks as though the air around her contains glitter, that flies off from her finger tips and towards her friends. They each feel immediately a bit stronger and faster.
With a smile in her face, Woe steps away from the top of the sewage pit and into the room. Hands open, non weapons drawn. Clearly showing to all the kobolds that she doesn't mean any harm. That she is not attacking them. "Now let's get your dragon lady some presents!" She says.
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movement & action: first movement 15 ft up the ladder with dash another 5 ft up the ladder to the top
bonus action: 'mantle of inspiration' for Singe, Lera, Koll and Perrin: 5 temporary HP each and if you choose to use your reaction for it, you can move up to your normal speed without provoking attacks of opportunity right now (you will then still be able to use your movement from your own action/turn).
last bit of movement: steps 20 ft back from away from the top of the sewage pit and into the room - ends movement on G5
Perrin, feeling strangely inspired by Woe, will attempt to switch places with Lera. And has his shield out and sword hand ready but no sword drawn. Meanwhile he is muttering to himself.
Singe scrambles up the ladder after Woe, and places a vial of liquid with a small bead of red expanding and contracting continuously in Koll's hand and gives a vial of transparent liquid with a sliver of fingernail floating in it to Perrin. "Drink these."
"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
Using Woe's inspiration, and with the potion Singe gave to him in hand, Koll weaves through the kobold's and takes up a position across the cavern, away from the pit.(J4) He finds himself at the entrance to another small room off the main cavern, and it smells like butchered meat. He's not sure what is going to happen, but he knows that if it comes to a fight he may not last long, after being stabbed by the other kobold earlier. "Well, if I'm going to be dead meat, then I'm in the right spot," he thinks to himself. He watches and gets ready to drink the potion if he needs to.
The sight of infiltrators in her personal tunnels seems to have infuriated the dragon. She screams in rage at the two inside the tunnel, the walls and openings all beginning to refreeze over to seal her two victims into the tunnel. Shanolia acts first, diving through the opening and slamming into the ground below. Her shoulder takes the brunt of the impact and she can feel it dislocate as she lands. Though there is liquid in the refuse pit, it's only a couple feet high. (15 damage, Prone)
Dapple takes a more refined approach, bracing the side of the cavern and swinging himself onto the wall. A wall of ice, slick to the touch and growing by the second. Just as he thinks he has a firm grip, it shifts and he's left hanging by one clawed hand. The ice folds over his hand as it grows and leaves him dangling there for all to see.
The kobolds continue to woot and yell. First they see Woe climb from the pit, and just as two of them are about to confront her she begins to change. Immediately the refuse from the pit begins to slide off of her, she stands tall and regal, and her presence. She points to her companions, and the two enamored kobolds star in the direction she points. Immediately the companions start to move into action. Singe climbs the ladder and hands potions off to his companions and Koll weaves through the startled kobolds right into the midst of them. They scream in rage at the sight of the insolence!
As Perrin shifts spaces with Lera, the kobold in front of him, wearing a white pelt cape around his lean figure, yells out at him, "Get yer frins back down that hole!" He yells. A strange compulsion begins to build up in Perrin, and for a second he feels like he wants to oblige, but he resists the urge and returns the kobold's glare. The kobolds gather around even more as all of this transpires, another skinny kobold in a cape climbing atop one of the hovels for a clear look at what's happening.
Perrin, who doesn’t always think his actions through in the best of combat, quickly drinks the mystery position handed to him by Singe before dropping the vial. He then holds out his hand and says “Frank. It’s time to come out.” Hoping that Frank is listening and manifests within his free hand.
Trapped by the spreading ice, Dapple hangs vulnerable on the wall of the cavern. Claws scrabbling for purchase, he grabs for a dagger from his belt and begins chipping away the ice encasing his hand in a frantic effort to free himself, but to little avail. The dragonforged ice is hard and resists his efforts...
Koll retreats a little more into the cavern off the main one (moves to L4) and quaffs the potion Singe had handed him. He doesn't know what it is, but trusts that the mage knows what he is doing. It doesn't look like a healing potion, but he imagines it would be something akin to that, something to give him an edge in the coming battle. The bitter liquid goes down and almost immediately Koll sees the floor retreating and the ceiling getting closer. At first he thinks he is flying, but his feet are still firmly on the ground. And they are bigger than ever. Koll looks over his body and realizes that he has grown to twice his size. This is interesting, he thinks to himself as he pulls out his quarterstaff which miraculously grew along with him and all his other possessions. Maybe this will put some fear into those little dragon-dog-men.
Seeing his comrades engaging the Kobolds, Zamar realizes that the time for diplomacy is done. Well, at least it is done until the dragon comes back. Perhaps he can spin some kind of reasoning about inferior minions and offer to take their place. Time enough to worry about that later. Still holding his lyre, he shifts his concentration and summons up a wall of flames reaching the ceiling of the cavern. He manages to catch many of the Kobolds in the blast. "That should split the remainder nicely," he thinks to himself. As he surveys his handiwork, he decides a little more aid is in order. He turns to Singe and sings: (to the tune of Sing a Song) "Singe. Singe Kobolds. Make them suffer in pain their whole lives long. Don't worry we don't have long enough, to finish them all right now. Just singe. Singe Kobolds."
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(Uses third spell from Lyre to cast Wall of Fire on H5-H7, G6, F6-F9, G9, H9, I10-I11. DEX save DC 14. Fail = 23, success = 11 damage. First inspiration given to Singe, 1d6)
"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
Woe sees the wall of fire go up. The screams of the kobolds fill the air. Directly in front of her kobold in a ceremonial hat is jumping up and down in anger. When Singe's fire bolt hits, the creature screeches in anger.
She looks at the same creature, pulls out her rapier and attacks like a fencer with one hand behind her back. With a quick movement she slashes the kobold right across the chest. Then her eyes find Dapple dangling on the wall with one hand covered with ice. Quickly she sends a warming haiku to him.
"silent summer sky // orange rays of rising sun // dapple our bodies"
// bonus action: bardic inspiration for Dapple: additional 1d6 to use at one point in the next 10 minutes
Like a coordinated attack, the party launches into action. A wall of flame emerges from Zamar's haunted tune, the music singing along with the screams of the kobolds caught within. One of the huts bursts into a turret of flame as the wall sets it on fire. From within, a chorus of smaller screams joins the others as a den of hatchlings are incinerated. Koll grows into twice his size as a pair of kobolds attempt to retreat from the wall's heat. Instinctively, both kobolds thrust their spears at the behemoth, one of them sliding into the monk's unprotected side (6 damage to Koll).
The bells of Shanolia's spell ring in the air just as Lera fires a bolt of flame at a kobold. Both attempts at ending a kobold's life fail, but Woe and Singe focus their attacks at the shaman in front of Perrin. He grunts in pain, another note to add to the chorus raising up with the screams of his dying brethren. Three kobolds rush southward, gesturing for hatchlings to follow as they attempt to flee the combat. Leading the small kobolds away from the fray, they glance back one more time at their burning village.
The shaman in front of Perrin cautiously retreats backwards, just as his spot his filled by one of the kobold's elite warriors. Pale skin seared with flame, he attacks the halfling. His spear finds purchase through the halfling's armor, stabbing into his gut as he stands in defiance (5 damage). The kobolds around the group all begin to strike out at the companions gathered, their weapons clanging against the group's superior defense (2 damage to Perrin, all others miss).
The shaman that was standing atop the burning hut rushes from the wall of fire, and with a roar of defiance hurls three rays of pure fire at the man with the lute. The rays seem to channel the flame wall's flames towards the bard. "You will pay for this!" It screams, each ray impacting the bard with enough force to sear through his flesh (17, 18, 19 to hit, 1/2 cover, total 22 damage).
In a span of six seconds, chaos seems to have erupted in the small kobold village. The seasoned warriors rise up to the challenge while the other kobolds attempt to collect themselves, some drawing their bows and readying an arrow and others standing in stunned silence as the chorus of screams begins to die down.
“Frank! You may not see it but I do. They have been corrupted by the dragon’s nature. They are too far to save. Help me liberate them so that they can be their true selves in the next world.” Perrin says attempting to convince him.
*Their lives were set before your friends happened upon them. Hear the screams of the small ones? How the chaos of your arrival has driven them to the edge? This is not how the scions of law work. This is pure chaos, and your companions are as much to blame now as that dragon was when she took them under her wing. I will not be a part of this.*
“Right now it’s them or those I care about. And I choose those I care about it.” And with that Perrin is done attempting to get Frank.
Perrin hesitates for a few seconds. Almost waiting for something to happen but when it doesn’t he grabs at his Pa’s shortsword a frustrated growl coming out as he uses it to stab at the kobold in front of him screaming “Run and protect your young from the world.” Those are he last words that kobold hears.
Koll swings his staff at one of the kobolds, but he is not used to being such an ungainly size and his attack whistles over its head. He growls in frustration and roars at the kobolds, hoping to scare them away. "Begone, you puny curs! You're about to meet your doom!" Koll, despite being twice his usual size, feels close to giving in, he's been stabbed so many times, and he's not able to put as much into the threat as he would have liked. The one kobold who stabbed does seem startled and lets go of the spear embedded in Koll's side. The other stands firm. The monk sighs with resignation and prepares to battle to the death.
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Soon after the last kobold dies, the pile of rubble in the small cavern that Perrin, Lera and Koll are in bursts, causing rocks and ice to explode towards them. In its place the massive white dragon stares at the three adventurers. It then steps backwards, as if allowing them access into the next chamber. She watches cautiously, as if any indication that they're about to attack will result in forfeiture of their lives.
Realizing that they have little choice, Koll enters, bowing and showing deference to the white dragon. Exchanging a look, Perrin and Lera follow. There in a large cavern they see what a small city of kobolds, their small huts scattered throughout the cavern. On the southern side, a shrine to their White Queen is set. There, another of the armored elite kobolds stands guard. All told, there's a few dozen of these kobolds living here.
Shanolia kneels beside the bleeding corpse and proceeds to slowly cut through the flesh and fur holding the head on, relishing in the warm feeling of blood on her bare right hand as it holds the body steady. Once the head is free from the body, she attempts to stuff it into her pack. After failing to stuff the head into the pack, Shanolia eyes the bedroll attached to the side. After a second of contemplation, she swiftly removes the useless bedroll and tosses it aside, fastening the head in its place.
Seeing her start to contemplate skinning the beast, Zamar reminds her, “Our friends...my daughter is lost somewhere in these ice tunnels. They may be at the mercy of the dragon! Perhaps we can come back for your trophies?”
Shanolia's gaze flashes to Zamar angrily before a small flash of light passes through her eyes, her expression returning to the usual stoic one. After making sure the head is secure, she plunges her obsidian dagger deep into the wolf's flank one more time before standing, covered in and reeking of blood. "Later, but we will come back. I'm in the mood for a new wolf pelt glove."
Finally tearing his gaze from the cages owlbear, Dapple turns his attention to the other two, and the results of Shanolia's butchery. "We will come back, but Zamar is right. Now is not the time. Out friends are out there too, and it's grown to quiet. I don't like it. We need to find them, and the dragon."
Zamar, wary of the breath of the young wolf, slides one of the cages closer and peers through the hole. The tunnel continues on both sides. The dragon had rushed off the right. About forty feet down, there is a dull light where it looks like the dragon broke through the ice once more. Voices are heard along with the occasional yip of kobolds. To the left, the direction the wolf ran, the tunnel continues further than darkvision can see. Zamar whispers to the others, “She went this way. I say we follow.” He climbs in and heads after the dragon. Dapple helps Shanolia up into the hole before following himself. In the ice tunnel, he uses his claws to steady himself on the slick surface as they move along in the direction the dragon went.
As Perrin, Koll, and Lera walk into the small kobold town, the kobolds all turn and watch. There's a few angry yips as the dragon leads them to the northern section of the caves. The kobolds part to allow everyone to pass, but their weapons are at the ready. "Tell your friends to descend," the dragon says to Woe and Singe as they near. It watches the three like a hawk as they near the pit and see their two companions below.
Singe looks up at the group, “She wants you to come down.”
Perrin comments in halfling "So she can blast us all."
"No, she wants the thraul." Singe replies in Halfling, "Please don't give her a reason to destroy us."
At Perrin and Singe's words, obliviously words she doesn't understand, she roars. A large icicle falls from the ceiling, nearly impaling a kobold. "GO" she says, more firmly.
"Please come down." Singe says in common.
Perrin will wait for the others to descend before he does, not trusting the kobolds or dragon to not take a cheap shot at his wounded allies.
Koll nudges Lera, and whisper, "Now might be a good time to offer up that diamond."
"Now would be a good time to offer up the Thraul." Singe says wide eyed.
"Diamond?" The dragon says, her interest piqued. "What other valuables have you brought me?" She asks.
Singe sighs and motions to Lera, "Show her the diamond."
Lera brings forward the diamond, curtsying low before the dragon. "Oh great one, this is but one piece of the treasure we have come to offer you. As you I'm sure already know, however, some of the greatest treasures are experiences. We have brought not only material goods, but the offer of the experience of your lifetime."
She looks down at Lera, her suspicion slightly dulled by the glimmer of the perfectly cut diamond. "Get it," she says to one of the Kobolds in Draconic. The kobold rushes over to fetch the diamond, snatching it from Lera and cradling it like a precious child. "Which of your slaves were you waiting for?" The dragon asks Singe.
"Um..." Singe looks at the group, "Who has the thraul?"
"Zamar?" Perrin responds, unsure.
Singe turns to the dragon, "Well, he isn't a servant, but none of them are. Simply, he's with two other members in our company but we have no idea where he is. He carries a lyre."
The dragon's tail flitches in agitation. She rears back, and you can tell she has just taken a deep breath of the icy cold air.
Zamar pokes his head through the opening, a small ways away from Dapple and Shanolia. "Excuse me. I seem to be lost," he interrupts.
"Oh look! There he is!" Singe exclaims.
The dragon's shifts its attention to the hole nearly 40 feet up, and with a great flap of its wings it hovers in the air for a closer look.
"Pardon my interruption, your frozen majesty. I seem to have been separated from my compatriots. This is most unfortunate as I am the bearer of our gift to you. I do hope I have not kept you waiting too long. I got trapped behind a wall of ice that sprang up as I scurried away from a boulder. May I enter?"
With a great burst of speed, the dragon charges forward through the ice. The thought that someone was in her personal tunnels seems to have upset her. She bursts into the tunnel with an explosion of ice and stares ahead. Her intention is immediately made when she roars into the the tunnel, the sound deafening to those within. Zamar leaps down and uses the Lyre to levitate down to the floor, but away from his friends so as to not present a single target for dragon breath.
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"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
Seeing direct combat as suicidal (though exciting, no doubt), Dapple has no wish to die today, and tries to calm the dragon. "Please forgive us, great queen," he offers. "We were separated from our companions and did not intend to offend by coming upon you unexpectedly. Well gladly join them down below. We come bearing gifts as well." He fishes about in his belt pouch, thinking quickly. His probing fingers come across the small amulet which led him to be hard today, captured by that wizard so long ago. He pulls it out, and can feel the faint vibration of it's whirling clockwork though his fingertips. Holding it out he wiggled the chain for emphasis. "See? This once belonged to a great wizard, now long dead. Powered by some lost magic!"
Shanolia raises both hands with her palms facing the dragon, showing that she has no ill intentions. "M'Lady, we are guests in your domain and we mean no disrespect. I also have in my possession a fair amount of gold and gems if those would those would soothe you and help avert conflict."
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Woe looks around and hears the commotion. She gets a glimpse of Zamar and Dapple looking out over the group high above the ground. She hears the dragon roaring and thundering away.
Then she turns to Singe and whispers: "We need to get out of here! This is a death trap!" Then she climbs up the ladder to the top as fast as she can.
Then she twirls and points at Singe, Lera, Koll and Perrin. For a second it looks as though the air around her contains glitter, that flies off from her finger tips and towards her friends. They each feel immediately a bit stronger and faster.
With a smile in her face, Woe steps away from the top of the sewage pit and into the room. Hands open, non weapons drawn. Clearly showing to all the kobolds that she doesn't mean any harm. That she is not attacking them. "Now let's get your dragon lady some presents!" She says.
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movement & action: first movement 15 ft up the ladder with dash another 5 ft up the ladder to the top
bonus action: 'mantle of inspiration' for Singe, Lera, Koll and Perrin: 5 temporary HP each and if you choose to use your reaction for it, you can move up to your normal speed without provoking attacks of opportunity right now (you will then still be able to use your movement from your own action/turn).
last bit of movement: steps 20 ft back from away from the top of the sewage pit and into the room - ends movement on G5
Perrin, feeling strangely inspired by Woe, will attempt to switch places with Lera. And has his shield out and sword hand ready but no sword drawn. Meanwhile he is muttering to himself.
Singe scrambles up the ladder after Woe, and places a vial of liquid with a small bead of red expanding and contracting continuously in Koll's hand and gives a vial of transparent liquid with a sliver of fingernail floating in it to Perrin. "Drink these."
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"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
Using Woe's inspiration, and with the potion Singe gave to him in hand, Koll weaves through the kobold's and takes up a position across the cavern, away from the pit.(J4) He finds himself at the entrance to another small room off the main cavern, and it smells like butchered meat. He's not sure what is going to happen, but he knows that if it comes to a fight he may not last long, after being stabbed by the other kobold earlier. "Well, if I'm going to be dead meat, then I'm in the right spot," he thinks to himself. He watches and gets ready to drink the potion if he needs to.
The sight of infiltrators in her personal tunnels seems to have infuriated the dragon. She screams in rage at the two inside the tunnel, the walls and openings all beginning to refreeze over to seal her two victims into the tunnel. Shanolia acts first, diving through the opening and slamming into the ground below. Her shoulder takes the brunt of the impact and she can feel it dislocate as she lands. Though there is liquid in the refuse pit, it's only a couple feet high. (15 damage, Prone)
Dapple takes a more refined approach, bracing the side of the cavern and swinging himself onto the wall. A wall of ice, slick to the touch and growing by the second. Just as he thinks he has a firm grip, it shifts and he's left hanging by one clawed hand. The ice folds over his hand as it grows and leaves him dangling there for all to see.
The kobolds continue to woot and yell. First they see Woe climb from the pit, and just as two of them are about to confront her she begins to change. Immediately the refuse from the pit begins to slide off of her, she stands tall and regal, and her presence. She points to her companions, and the two enamored kobolds star in the direction she points. Immediately the companions start to move into action. Singe climbs the ladder and hands potions off to his companions and Koll weaves through the startled kobolds right into the midst of them. They scream in rage at the sight of the insolence!
As Perrin shifts spaces with Lera, the kobold in front of him, wearing a white pelt cape around his lean figure, yells out at him, "Get yer frins back down that hole!" He yells. A strange compulsion begins to build up in Perrin, and for a second he feels like he wants to oblige, but he resists the urge and returns the kobold's glare. The kobolds gather around even more as all of this transpires, another skinny kobold in a cape climbing atop one of the hovels for a clear look at what's happening.
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Perrin, who doesn’t always think his actions through in the best of combat, quickly drinks the mystery position handed to him by Singe before dropping the vial. He then holds out his hand and says “Frank. It’s time to come out.” Hoping that Frank is listening and manifests within his free hand.
Trapped by the spreading ice, Dapple hangs vulnerable on the wall of the cavern. Claws scrabbling for purchase, he grabs for a dagger from his belt and begins chipping away the ice encasing his hand in a frantic effort to free himself, but to little avail. The dragonforged ice is hard and resists his efforts...
Koll retreats a little more into the cavern off the main one (moves to L4) and quaffs the potion Singe had handed him. He doesn't know what it is, but trusts that the mage knows what he is doing. It doesn't look like a healing potion, but he imagines it would be something akin to that, something to give him an edge in the coming battle. The bitter liquid goes down and almost immediately Koll sees the floor retreating and the ceiling getting closer. At first he thinks he is flying, but his feet are still firmly on the ground. And they are bigger than ever. Koll looks over his body and realizes that he has grown to twice his size. This is interesting, he thinks to himself as he pulls out his quarterstaff which miraculously grew along with him and all his other possessions. Maybe this will put some fear into those little dragon-dog-men.
Seeing his comrades engaging the Kobolds, Zamar realizes that the time for diplomacy is done. Well, at least it is done until the dragon comes back. Perhaps he can spin some kind of reasoning about inferior minions and offer to take their place. Time enough to worry about that later. Still holding his lyre, he shifts his concentration and summons up a wall of flames reaching the ceiling of the cavern. He manages to catch many of the Kobolds in the blast. "That should split the remainder nicely," he thinks to himself. As he surveys his handiwork, he decides a little more aid is in order. He turns to Singe and sings: (to the tune of Sing a Song) "Singe. Singe Kobolds. Make them suffer in pain their whole lives long. Don't worry we don't have long enough, to finish them all right now. Just singe. Singe Kobolds."
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(Uses third spell from Lyre to cast Wall of Fire on H5-H7, G6, F6-F9, G9, H9, I10-I11. DEX save DC 14. Fail = 23, success = 11 damage. First inspiration given to Singe, 1d6)
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Lera attempted to firebolt one of the kobolds, but the mote of flame went right over its head.
(9 to hit)
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Singe follows suit and releases a bolt of flame at the kobold, but barely burns his target.
Singe casts fire bolt at the kobold on E5 dealing 3 points of fire damage.
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Woe sees the wall of fire go up. The screams of the kobolds fill the air. Directly in front of her kobold in a ceremonial hat is jumping up and down in anger. When Singe's fire bolt hits, the creature screeches in anger.
She looks at the same creature, pulls out her rapier and attacks like a fencer with one hand behind her back. With a quick movement she slashes the kobold right across the chest. Then her eyes find Dapple dangling on the wall with one hand covered with ice. Quickly she sends a warming haiku to him.
"silent summer sky // orange rays of rising sun // dapple our bodies"
// bonus action: bardic inspiration for Dapple: additional 1d6 to use at one point in the next 10 minutes
attacking the kobold on E5 with rapier:
to hit 1d20+5 = (16)+5 = 21
for damage 1d8+3 = (4)+3 = 7
Like a coordinated attack, the party launches into action. A wall of flame emerges from Zamar's haunted tune, the music singing along with the screams of the kobolds caught within. One of the huts bursts into a turret of flame as the wall sets it on fire. From within, a chorus of smaller screams joins the others as a den of hatchlings are incinerated. Koll grows into twice his size as a pair of kobolds attempt to retreat from the wall's heat. Instinctively, both kobolds thrust their spears at the behemoth, one of them sliding into the monk's unprotected side (6 damage to Koll).
The bells of Shanolia's spell ring in the air just as Lera fires a bolt of flame at a kobold. Both attempts at ending a kobold's life fail, but Woe and Singe focus their attacks at the shaman in front of Perrin. He grunts in pain, another note to add to the chorus raising up with the screams of his dying brethren. Three kobolds rush southward, gesturing for hatchlings to follow as they attempt to flee the combat. Leading the small kobolds away from the fray, they glance back one more time at their burning village.
The shaman in front of Perrin cautiously retreats backwards, just as his spot his filled by one of the kobold's elite warriors. Pale skin seared with flame, he attacks the halfling. His spear finds purchase through the halfling's armor, stabbing into his gut as he stands in defiance (5 damage). The kobolds around the group all begin to strike out at the companions gathered, their weapons clanging against the group's superior defense (2 damage to Perrin, all others miss).
The shaman that was standing atop the burning hut rushes from the wall of fire, and with a roar of defiance hurls three rays of pure fire at the man with the lute. The rays seem to channel the flame wall's flames towards the bard. "You will pay for this!" It screams, each ray impacting the bard with enough force to sear through his flesh (17, 18, 19 to hit, 1/2 cover, total 22 damage).
In a span of six seconds, chaos seems to have erupted in the small kobold village. The seasoned warriors rise up to the challenge while the other kobolds attempt to collect themselves, some drawing their bows and readying an arrow and others standing in stunned silence as the chorus of screams begins to die down.
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“Frank! You may not see it but I do. They have been corrupted by the dragon’s nature. They are too far to save. Help me liberate them so that they can be their true selves in the next world.” Perrin says attempting to convince him.
*Their lives were set before your friends happened upon them. Hear the screams of the small ones? How the chaos of your arrival has driven them to the edge? This is not how the scions of law work. This is pure chaos, and your companions are as much to blame now as that dragon was when she took them under her wing. I will not be a part of this.*
“Right now it’s them or those I care about. And I choose those I care about it.” And with that Perrin is done attempting to get Frank.
Perrin hesitates for a few seconds. Almost waiting for something to happen but when it doesn’t he grabs at his Pa’s shortsword a frustrated growl coming out as he uses it to stab at the kobold in front of him screaming “Run and protect your young from the world.” Those are he last words that kobold hears.
//To Hit: 23 for Damage: 9//
Koll swings his staff at one of the kobolds, but he is not used to being such an ungainly size and his attack whistles over its head. He growls in frustration and roars at the kobolds, hoping to scare them away. "Begone, you puny curs! You're about to meet your doom!" Koll, despite being twice his usual size, feels close to giving in, he's been stabbed so many times, and he's not able to put as much into the threat as he would have liked. The one kobold who stabbed does seem startled and lets go of the spear embedded in Koll's side. The other stands firm. The monk sighs with resignation and prepares to battle to the death.