Digging his feet in, Vark pushes his hands forward, sending another arc of lightning into the same kobold, hitting the same spot like a tesla coil. So focused, he doesn’t even notice the flow of magic beginning to heal his wounds at first, but when he does he glances around for the source.

Action: Keep up witch bolt, 12 lightning dmg

If it is still needed:  Archie pops out from behind Val and let’s loose another arrow before ducking back down.

attack - 25

damage - 8

if the kobold is already dead or afterwards Archie will begin to look over the bodies for anything valuable or of note.

investigation - 19

Val hears Archie shouting and immediately jumps to her feet and looks around quickly for the threat. She spots the kobolds nearby and rushes up to the nearest one with her hammer raised over her head! She slams it down towards the Little vermin’s head!

16

11

Varks witch bolt fries the kobold where it stands and it falls smoking to the ground, its eyes burned out from the inside.

Valaith squashes the remaining kobold in one fell swoop. All that remains on the ground is a red and white pile of gore.

Vark: +5 Vigour -> 7/8 Vigour, 11/16 Wounds

Initiative
Vark
Valaith
Kobold
Archie

Also: Archibald goes over to Val and just starts shaking her screaming “what’s the point of having that giant weapon when you sleep like a deaf log!”

Valaith lifts her hammer and looks about for additional threats and spots the strange person standing nearby. She stands protectively between the injured Vark and the newcomer. "Hail, stranger! Thank you for your timely aid in healing our companion. Have you seen any other of these vermin nearby?" She glances over her shoulder to Vark. "Rouse the others and seek cover with Archie. I will tend to your wound momentarily."

Archie tosses the slings aside and pockets the two daggers.  He stands up from his squatted position and looks at the Firbolg.

”hey big guy, nice of you to show up when you did!”  Now, you on for the hunt?” He turns to his normal companions “Vark, Val make sure everyone is up and ready for a tussle..me and strong arm here are going to go check out the cave.” 

He turns to the cave and whistles with a hand motion to follow towards the firbolg.

The "cave" is a very very narrow crack in the rock at the back of the hollow in the side of the pass. Even small creatures must squeeze through it. It undoubtedly leads to the tunnels of the kobolds.

Archie goes back to the group.

”Well, it’s going to be a tight fit even for me!  Now I’m not the one going to look for trouble... but think what these dragon nobbers will do to any unprotected farmer coming through.  It’s not our directive so what do you think?  Maybe leave the bodies by the crack as a warning?”

"Sounds good t'me!" Bründir clumsily rolls himself over and uses his axe to brace himself up. While not cumbersome, his armor was alien-feeling when waking up and nearly sent his face to the dirt. After a minute of grabbing equipment and shaking off sleep, he is ready to go: axe held under the head by one hand, sword resting on his shoulder in the opposite hand.

 Vark sways a bit as the shock of the attack fades. he spits, spraying more blood onto the snow, before finding his bedroll again and sitting down to rest, not really taking part in the current discussion.

Bründir looks about and sees the party 1 short. Seeing the half-orc to the side, he flops down next to him and pulls a flask, "Killin's no easy thing; I don' care who y'are. To take a life w'thout feelin' anythin' means ye're deader then them."

“Oh... yeah I guess you’re right. I don’t know... I can’t say I feel.. much. Well, besides my mouth. They ambushed me. I...” he shrugs “They got what they asked for. Uhm... do you uh... mind if I...?” he gestures to the dwarf’s flask. “I mean, I wont get... I’ll pour it.” he mimes pouring the alcohol on his wounds.

Val nods to Archie. "I'll leave that to you. No way I could ever fit into those tunnels." She heads over to find Vark. "Let me see your wounds, Vark." While she examines the cuts around his mouth she narrows her eyes and squints in the darkness as she notices the tears. After spending a several minutes with strips of cloth she shrugs. "It'll have to do for now, unless someone has a kit that I could use to apply a poultice and stitch a few of the wounds tighter."

Take 10 on Medicine check!

Taking a lesson from Vark and not wanting to go off alone into the kobold layer, Archie starts to scout the surrounding area for another entrance everyone can get into.

stealth - 16

perception - 20

"Hello?  Are you guys ok?  Ver-min?  Hunt?"  A large male firbolg moves into the edge of the campfire light, curiously peering around the carts.  His speech is low, slow, far from threatening, and might lead one to think he is a bit dim witted.  He has shaggy brown hair and a beard, a reddish nose, a thick belt with a satchel attached to the front, and a quarterstaff, among other small bobbles and trinkets on his neck and wrists.  He also carries a wooden shield and several items woven of vines and other rough materials include some sort of odd shirt or armor and a basket on his back rather than an adventurer's pack.

The firbolg continues peeking over the carts and sees the dead kobolds.  "Oh my, are they ok?"  His normal curious, somewhat dull looking expression changes to a more serious one, his brow furrows.  "Hmmm, those little guys aren't usually very nice.  Not nice at all.  You had to hurt them so they wouldn't hurt you, right?  I have to do that sometimes.  It makes me sad."  He seems them inspecting the crack in the wall.  "Oh, I wouldn't go in there.  I got lost in a place like that once and these little guys just kept biting and hitting me with things!"

Valaith takes good care of Vark's wound, and while it must still heal it is no longer a hindrance to his spellcasting.

Archie thoroughly searches the surrounding area and doesn't find any further cracks or crevices. The caravan is likely safe from further attacks provided they keep an eye on this hole.

Archie comes back to the group slightly disappointed “I guess no hunt tonight, sorry big guy” as he looks up to the Firbolg.  “It’s late, are you going to stay with us tonight?  My name is Archibald Swiftstep, pleases to meet you!” Archie extends his hand while standing on his tip toes for a hand shake.  “I do believe it is time for my watch so everyone settle down and try to get some shut eye”  

Archie looks for a good nook in the cave where he will stay hidden from any kobolds that go through the crack during his watch.

perception - 5

The rest of the night passes without further incident and come first light the group is rested and ready to continue on their way towards Hyarantar. After a couple of hours of riding they reach the end of the narrow stone passage, and the frozen, rocky upper ranges begin to give way to a more open, alpine covered earthen mountainside.

Vark goes to full vigour.