Tyranny of Dragons (AL)

Delirious finishes off the cultist he started on, refusing to move forward into the smoke to see other ones more clearly.

Place' bites the cultist from behind, tearing out the back meat of his torso. he goes down.

Kod nearly chops the kobold he hits in half.

Hordkhen is up.

21-Place'
19-Kod
18-Hordkhen
16-Cultist
14-Potato
13-Lyria
11-Kobolds x2
8-Delirious

"C'mere you smoothskin..." Tar Hordkhen grumbles, as he strides up to the cultist... he flips his longsword and swings wide, aiming to crack them with the blunt end and knock them unconscious.

Longsword 24  Dmg 7   

And he succeeds! The cultist falls but is still breathing.

The two cultists stab their daggers at Place'-wolf
Attack: 13 Damage: 5
Attack: 14 Damage: 3
You take 8 damage total, finishing your 3 Temp and taking leaving you with 6 in wolf form.

Potato and Lyria are up.

Hesitant but resolute, I move north and strike the kobold in front of Place with my mace.    Attack: 7 Damage: 2

Potato pads to Place the wolf's left, letting out a raspy growl as he strikes at the nearby kobold.

Scimitah 16 Damage 9

Potato ends another kobold with his Scimitah. 

Lyria moves up to the last one, but misses.

The last kobold, surrounded, lashes out against Place'-wolf. Attack: 18 Damage: 3

Delirious, Place', and Kod are up.

21-Place'-wolf 3/11
19-Kod
18-Hordkhen
16-Cultist
14-Potato
13-Lyria
11-Kobolds x2
8-Delirious

Completely covered in blood but for the first time since he started a little of his own snaps at the last kobold

Attack16 adv 14 dmg 6 

...and tears it's throat out like the wolf instincts tell him to do.

Combat is over, it's been about 30 seconds since the mob rounded the corner. (Including the time it took to get down the wall.) The back door is pitted from Hordkhen's acid and looks weak.

I attack the door

Atk.    12          dmg.      7

Extra door dmg.   11

Kod's axe goes through a weak point in the door and splinters it enough to easily push the rest of the wood away and climb through.

Seeing the opening and subtle ques for me to take point I waste no time crossing through while announcing. Everyone, we are here on behalf of Governor Nighthill to usher you to safety.  There is no time to waste, gather everyone together, help your fellows in need.  We will lead you to safety, is anyone injured?  I need an assessment of who needs assistance and who can provide it.  13 Persuasion to attempt to smooth over the rough entrance.

After collecting several more Kobold anus. Delirious strolls up nice and close to Potato, takes a knee and puts a gentle arm around him while looking him right in the eye. 

"Hey Spud, er ah, Potato. I'm sure you have noticed me carving out the anus of most of the fallen Kobolds, and I want you to know, I feel it is important to tell you. Pickled Kobold Anus is exactly as delicious as it sounds. However you should not worry about me trying to carve out your anus in your sleep because one anus just isn't worth the trouble and I think I have enough to keep me satisfied for now."

Delirious continues to make hardcore eye contact with potato. 

Potato regards Delirious' intense gaze for a moment. Then his hand slips behind his loincloth where it fidgets for a moment before reappearing. Potato holds his hand, two fingers extended sideways, in the space between their faces, his eyes bright and inviting. 

Tar takes his rope from his pack, ties off the cultist's hands and feet, then together, and slings the cultist over his shoulder diagonally like a satchel, all while grumbling with a phlegm heavy voice, "No time for chocolate pretzels- we need to clear these yokels out of here and get 'em to the keep."

Delirious sniffs Potato's fingers. "I'm glad we had this chat!" then continues on. 

Inside of the temple are many cowering people huddled in the corners and tucked in every place that could offer any protection. Lyria's words are not enough to stir them out of their terror that holds them in place.

There is one person not frozen in terror and trying to calm groups of people down, with little success. His efforts are further stalled by another loud slam at the door that cracks the wood. Splinters and dust fall off and whimpers and crying fills the inside of the temple. 5

Potato curiously sniffs his own fingers, followed by a look of clear disgust. He wipes his fingers on the robes of the cultist strapped to Tar's back and falls in life with the group's movements.

People!  If you stay here you will die.  There will be plenty of time to be afraid in the safety of the keep.  If we move now you will all be safe!

18 The groups hold fast, still not convinced, but the one person trying to calm everyone down approaches you. His slightly pointed ears give away his half-elven nature, and he is wearing clergy robes. "Oh, wondrous that you've arrived! Nighthill sent you? I am Eadyan Falconmoon, priest of Chauntea. We don't have any injured, but they'll listen to me if I tell them to trust you. Do you have a plan to get everyone out?"

Another slam into the door. 6 It didn't hit very hard, hopefully, that will buy you some time. (6 so far)

"Out the back and over the wall."