Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny. Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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It’s been debated whether kobolds are, like lizards, cold-blooded. However, a popular theory is that they are like miniature dragons, meaning that their metabolism doesn’t rely on the environment. They have their own internal source of heat, which doesn’t make them warm-blooded.
Standing back, awaiting any, however to him improbable, peaceful solution to this confrontation, the massive blonde bearded warrior is not about to lay down Skullcrusher, or any other of his weapons for that matter.
Her excitement grows at the flurry of activity and, rather oblivious of the potential danger, bows to the approaching kobold. "Well, that's really easy 'cause I don't have any!" She grins and does a little spin to show no stabbers or smashers. Then looks at Aggie and thumbs back at the rod strapped to her back, "Unless squirrels and stick-things count as weapons?"
"Oh, yeah! This is Aganazzar! But you can call him Aggie. That's what I call him 'cause Aganazzar is reaalllyy kinda a mouthful, ya know? And I'm Ember! And since that's already pretty short, I don't have a nickname, so you can just call me Ember," she nods matter-of-factly. "Nice to meet'cha, Mr. Swiftscale."
The little pyromancer looks around the area, hands fisted on her hips, "You guys got a real good nest. You need any fire? My friend Ozzy said you might like fire," before her attention returns to the kobold leader, "Hey, what happened to your eye?"
The kobolds seem to relax when they see that you aren’t bearing any weapons, only to tighten once more when you show them Aggie.
One of the guards ask: "Sir! That thing looks dangerous! What should we do?"
The apparent leader replies: "Stay on your guard, solider. It mat look innocent, but looks can be deceiving. Ma’m Ember, I’m gonna have to ask you to keep that thing in check."
He then goes for the leather patch on his eye. "This? I’ve been injured on the field of honor while in engagement against hostiles. I bear this scar as a badge of valor. Now, for what reason have you topsider come to our nest?"
Ember is surprised when the kobolds recognize Aggie as the dangerous rodent he is. He did create one of the most powerful fire spells there is, after all. With a click of her tongue, Aganazzar burrows into her nest of hair.
"Well that's real impressive, Mr. Clan Swiftscale," Ember says of the scar. "Bet the other guys looked a lot worse after you were done with 'em!"
"But we aren't no hostiles," she says, gesturing back to the tunnel as well. "Me and my friends just came lookin' for a big barrel of ale stolen from a, uh... topsider? Have any of you seen it? She's real sad about it gettin' taken."
As your squirrel familiar hides in your hair, the phalanx of kobolds relaxes and stands at attention, their spear no longer pointed at you...for the moment.
The leader kobold listens to your story. It's difficult to read his facial features as they are much different from yours, given his reptilian morphology. Or perhaps, he just has a stern unreadable expression.
"Negative, little one.", he replies. "Our clan does not steal things from topsiders. What we have, we pick from what you consider refuse, the things you no longer have any uses for. Besides, stealing is dishonorable and could incur the wrath of the topsiders. And none of my men would willingly endanger the nest in such a manner."
"Well, Hells. We were sure the footprints led here," Ember says with a snap of her fingers. Rubbing at her chin, she looks the kobold leader over then the ones nearby to see if anything seems untrue about his words. (Can she insight check him? Insight: 19+0 19)
"Maybe you could help us find it, yeah? I bet the topsiders would be reaallyy thankful! Maybe they'd even trade with you so your clan doesn't have to get only refuse stuff? And then you could come to the festival-thingy too!"
His authoritative tone and behavior doesn’t convey any sense of falsehood in his response. He seems genuinely unaware of this whole theft situation. He does however squint his single eye when you mention footprints.
"Footprints?", he asks curiously. He thinks for a moment and then turns to one of his kin.
"Private Tykal! Go investigate the entrance to the nest. Find those footprints and report!", he orders the kobold.
"Sir, yes sir!", he replies with a salute before scurrying past Ember and towards Thurodim and Ozyre.
The eavesdropping Ozyre leans his hammer against the wall as he realizes someone is coming towards him. Realizing that he has to compensate for the lumbering beast of Thurodim still behind him, he puts on his biggest grin and his most vigorous wave. As soon as the Private Tykal gets into view, he blurts out, "Hi we're Ember's friends no threat here please carry on!"
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Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny. Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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The lumbering giant of a man tries his best to look peaceful and harmless, a quite difficult task, placing Skullcrusher behind his massive frame and smiling and nodding awkwardly to Private Tykal.
The kobold squeels in surprise when it turns the corner and meets Ozyre and Thurodim. It points its makeshift spear at both of them, and it tales several second for him to lower it back down and get back to the task hé sas performing.
He begins scuttling about where you all came from and inspecting the ground for, what you assume is, the footprints you mentioned. When he finally finds a clear enough track, the kobold begins comparong it to his own foot.
If you pay attention to the process, you slowly realize that a few things don’t quiet add up. Mainly, you notice that the tracks seem to have only three clawed digits, while the kobold in front of you has four. In addition, the webbing between the toes is much more pronounced on the track than on the actual kobold.
After this brief investigation, the kobold soldier scurries back into the den and returns to the leader. He raises his squeely voice.
"Private Tykal, reporting, sir! Unidentifed tracks leading to the den, sir!", he says while standing at attention.
(If there’s anything you want to do while this is happening, feel free to say so)
While this is happening, Ember stares quite curiously at the Swiftscale leader and closes an eye to match his eye-patched one. She then looks at her hands and then around at the nest to see how it changes her perception.
When the kobold returns, she looks with her one eye down at the kobold's feet then at her own. "Well, if it's not a kobold print, and it sure ain't human," she says, lifting a foot to wiggle her toes, "then whatcha think it is? And can my friends come in too?"
The leader kobold rubs his lower jaw in thought. At Ember’s question, his eyes dart back and forth at the den behind him and the entrance where Thurodim and Ozyre are waiting.
"They may. But if they draw their weapons or threathen out nest, they’ll be shown no quarter."
Once you’re all gathered in the den, the leader approaches and ask you:
"Tell me again what your doing down here. Spare no details."
The massive blonde bearded warrior looks at the little one and then the diminutive giant, waiting for them to do the talking, but as they stay quiet and the silence starts to turn awkward even for Thurodim, he decides to speak up, trying to stay as friendly and diplomatic as possible in his tone and wording. "We are looking for booze thieves, heinous crime if you ask me, the tracks led us here, we would be grateful for any help with sorting this out before others from above head this way to look for that booze."He says in a deep rumbling voice.
Ozyre is rushed into action by the chance to append, one of his favorite pastimes. "Yes, but to elaborate just a tad, up on the surface there was a nice dwarvish barkeeper who was making a fairly big fuss because her special brew which she seemed to have been working on for a long while went missing. So we presented ourselves and she hired us to go off and find where it went, promising an ambiguous yet assuredly significant reward upon successful return, and that was just a bit ago. We followed a trail that led us to the sewers and then from the sewers to here. Now, with you being here and you knowing the general lay of the land better than us, I'm sure we could arrange some of the ambiguous treasure to end up in your hands, or perhaps claws, if you could provide assistance in our endeavor. Or equivalent value in gold or favors or what have you in the possibility of the ambiguous treasure being tough to split up. Perhaps... 20% would be fair?"
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Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny. Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny. Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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With a few back and forth looks at your group and at the makeshift settlement, the leader looks at you.
"Very well. If a dangerous creature is roaming these tunnels, it threathens our nest, and that, we cannot allow. I will lead a small elite squad of soldiers for a search and destroy party. You can keep your coin, we have no use for it. But whatever spoils we find on this mission is ours to keep. Do we have a deal?"
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Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny.
Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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Ozyre:
It’s been debated whether kobolds are, like lizards, cold-blooded. However, a popular theory is that they are like miniature dragons, meaning that their metabolism doesn’t rely on the environment. They have their own internal source of heat, which doesn’t make them warm-blooded.
Standing back, awaiting any, however to him improbable, peaceful solution to this confrontation, the massive blonde bearded warrior is not about to lay down Skullcrusher, or any other of his weapons for that matter.
Her excitement grows at the flurry of activity and, rather oblivious of the potential danger, bows to the approaching kobold. "Well, that's really easy 'cause I don't have any!" She grins and does a little spin to show no stabbers or smashers. Then looks at Aggie and thumbs back at the rod strapped to her back, "Unless squirrels and stick-things count as weapons?"
"Oh, yeah! This is Aganazzar! But you can call him Aggie. That's what I call him 'cause Aganazzar is reaalllyy kinda a mouthful, ya know? And I'm Ember! And since that's already pretty short, I don't have a nickname, so you can just call me Ember," she nods matter-of-factly. "Nice to meet'cha, Mr. Swiftscale."
The little pyromancer looks around the area, hands fisted on her hips, "You guys got a real good nest. You need any fire? My friend Ozzy said you might like fire," before her attention returns to the kobold leader, "Hey, what happened to your eye?"
The kobolds seem to relax when they see that you aren’t bearing any weapons, only to tighten once more when you show them Aggie.
One of the guards ask: "Sir! That thing looks dangerous! What should we do?"
The apparent leader replies: "Stay on your guard, solider. It mat look innocent, but looks can be deceiving. Ma’m Ember, I’m gonna have to ask you to keep that thing in check."
He then goes for the leather patch on his eye. "This? I’ve been injured on the field of honor while in engagement against hostiles. I bear this scar as a badge of valor. Now, for what reason have you topsider come to our nest?"
Ember is surprised when the kobolds recognize Aggie as the dangerous rodent he is. He did create one of the most powerful fire spells there is, after all. With a click of her tongue, Aganazzar burrows into her nest of hair.
"Well that's real impressive, Mr. Clan Swiftscale," Ember says of the scar. "Bet the other guys looked a lot worse after you were done with 'em!"
"But we aren't no hostiles," she says, gesturing back to the tunnel as well. "Me and my friends just came lookin' for a big barrel of ale stolen from a, uh... topsider? Have any of you seen it? She's real sad about it gettin' taken."
As your squirrel familiar hides in your hair, the phalanx of kobolds relaxes and stands at attention, their spear no longer pointed at you...for the moment.
The leader kobold listens to your story. It's difficult to read his facial features as they are much different from yours, given his reptilian morphology. Or perhaps, he just has a stern unreadable expression.
"Negative, little one.", he replies. "Our clan does not steal things from topsiders. What we have, we pick from what you consider refuse, the things you no longer have any uses for. Besides, stealing is dishonorable and could incur the wrath of the topsiders. And none of my men would willingly endanger the nest in such a manner."
"Well, Hells. We were sure the footprints led here," Ember says with a snap of her fingers. Rubbing at her chin, she looks the kobold leader over then the ones nearby to see if anything seems untrue about his words.
(Can she insight check him? Insight: 19+0 19)
"Maybe you could help us find it, yeah? I bet the topsiders would be reaallyy thankful! Maybe they'd even trade with you so your clan doesn't have to get only refuse stuff? And then you could come to the festival-thingy too!"
His authoritative tone and behavior doesn’t convey any sense of falsehood in his response. He seems genuinely unaware of this whole theft situation. He does however squint his single eye when you mention footprints.
"Footprints?", he asks curiously. He thinks for a moment and then turns to one of his kin.
"Private Tykal! Go investigate the entrance to the nest. Find those footprints and report!", he orders the kobold.
"Sir, yes sir!", he replies with a salute before scurrying past Ember and towards Thurodim and Ozyre.
The eavesdropping Ozyre leans his hammer against the wall as he realizes someone is coming towards him. Realizing that he has to compensate for the lumbering beast of Thurodim still behind him, he puts on his biggest grin and his most vigorous wave. As soon as the Private Tykal gets into view, he blurts out, "Hi we're Ember's friends no threat here please carry on!"
Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny.
Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
How I'm posting based on text formatting: Mod Hat Off - Mod Hat Also Off (I'm not a mod)
The lumbering giant of a man tries his best to look peaceful and harmless, a quite difficult task, placing Skullcrusher behind his massive frame and smiling and nodding awkwardly to Private Tykal.
The kobold squeels in surprise when it turns the corner and meets Ozyre and Thurodim. It points its makeshift spear at both of them, and it tales several second for him to lower it back down and get back to the task hé sas performing.
He begins scuttling about where you all came from and inspecting the ground for, what you assume is, the footprints you mentioned. When he finally finds a clear enough track, the kobold begins comparong it to his own foot.
If you pay attention to the process, you slowly realize that a few things don’t quiet add up. Mainly, you notice that the tracks seem to have only three clawed digits, while the kobold in front of you has four. In addition, the webbing between the toes is much more pronounced on the track than on the actual kobold.
After this brief investigation, the kobold soldier scurries back into the den and returns to the leader. He raises his squeely voice.
"Private Tykal, reporting, sir! Unidentifed tracks leading to the den, sir!", he says while standing at attention.
(If there’s anything you want to do while this is happening, feel free to say so)
The massive blonde warrior scratches his beard and ponders what kind of creature made the three clawed webbed prints.
Nature: 17
While this is happening, Ember stares quite curiously at the Swiftscale leader and closes an eye to match his eye-patched one. She then looks at her hands and then around at the nest to see how it changes her perception.
When the kobold returns, she looks with her one eye down at the kobold's feet then at her own. "Well, if it's not a kobold print, and it sure ain't human," she says, lifting a foot to wiggle her toes, "then whatcha think it is? And can my friends come in too?"
The leader kobold rubs his lower jaw in thought. At Ember’s question, his eyes dart back and forth at the den behind him and the entrance where Thurodim and Ozyre are waiting.
"They may. But if they draw their weapons or threathen out nest, they’ll be shown no quarter."
Once you’re all gathered in the den, the leader approaches and ask you:
"Tell me again what your doing down here. Spare no details."
The massive blonde bearded warrior looks at the little one and then the diminutive giant, waiting for them to do the talking, but as they stay quiet and the silence starts to turn awkward even for Thurodim, he decides to speak up, trying to stay as friendly and diplomatic as possible in his tone and wording. "We are looking for booze thieves, heinous crime if you ask me, the tracks led us here, we would be grateful for any help with sorting this out before others from above head this way to look for that booze." He says in a deep rumbling voice.
Ozyre is rushed into action by the chance to append, one of his favorite pastimes. "Yes, but to elaborate just a tad, up on the surface there was a nice dwarvish barkeeper who was making a fairly big fuss because her special brew which she seemed to have been working on for a long while went missing. So we presented ourselves and she hired us to go off and find where it went, promising an ambiguous yet assuredly significant reward upon successful return, and that was just a bit ago. We followed a trail that led us to the sewers and then from the sewers to here. Now, with you being here and you knowing the general lay of the land better than us, I'm sure we could arrange some of the ambiguous treasure to end up in your hands, or perhaps claws, if you could provide assistance in our endeavor. Or equivalent value in gold or favors or what have you in the possibility of the ambiguous treasure being tough to split up. Perhaps... 20% would be fair?"
Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny.
Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
How I'm posting based on text formatting: Mod Hat Off - Mod Hat Also Off (I'm not a mod)
(One of you make a persuasion roll with advantage)
Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny.
Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
How I'm posting based on text formatting: Mod Hat Off - Mod Hat Also Off (I'm not a mod)
With a few back and forth looks at your group and at the makeshift settlement, the leader looks at you.
"Very well. If a dangerous creature is roaming these tunnels, it threathens our nest, and that, we cannot allow. I will lead a small elite squad of soldiers for a search and destroy party. You can keep your coin, we have no use for it. But whatever spoils we find on this mission is ours to keep. Do we have a deal?"