Tyranny of Dragons

"What would you recommend?"

"I'm not partial to anything related to a dragon...I say we rid the world of them, gonna die if left in that cage anyways." Fjordix said gruffly.

Rex waves a hand, “Do like you see fit. The drakes are nothing more than beasts, like dogs of war crafted by Tiamat. Death may be a kinder mercy than life in this case...”

"Ya well, before we do anything I should probably fix Novots face." Cure Wounds Novot heals for 12

"Oh, thats just how your face looks all the time huh?" And Arliden playfully slaps him on the back, "just messing man, glad you didn't go down back there."

Rex whispers in Arliden’s mind, “She’s a woman, casenova! Quick, think of something before she bludgeons you to death!”

Novot's posture straightens as her wounds close. "Thanks Arliden." She looks to Rex, a tusked smile growing on her face. "As long as he keeps doing that, he can call me whatever he wants." A stern glance back to the bard. "Within reason."

[To be fair, her face truly is effed up at the best of times. Right side totally scarred, right ear missing, with a big ole tattoo of a white hand covering up most of the damage.]

[Does anyone else need some healing? I have some cure wounds' of my own to give out, if needed.]

Rex thinks to himself, “How did she hear that?” Before shrugging, with a chuckle, “Well, you’ve got thicker skin than most, I’d say. So, are we moving on, or putting the drakes down?”

“Leave ‘em. We don’t know what else is waiting for us in these caves and, even with Arliden’s help, I don’t know how much spare blood we have to spill.”

[Dammit! I keep getting confused by the telepathy - I’ll have to pay closer attention in the future. My bad.]

[OOC: Sorry, forgot genders.]

"So be it" Fjordix grumbled, "Lets go then."

You go down the stairs and get to a landing. A short distance ahead, the stairs continue downward. To the right, a room opens up. Thin mattresses of straw covered with badly cured furs form small beds that are haphazardly positioned around the chamber. Rats and small lizards scurry through the food scraps and moldy wine skins littering the floor. 3 winged kobolds lie sleeping on some of the mattresses. 

Novot, remembering the trap that crushed her just a couple minutes ago, looks to the group and silently points to the floor of the staircase, then the sides, then the top. She raises an eyebrow.

Fjordix nods, also remembering the beating he took from the rocks.

OOC: Investigation to see if there are traps? (8)

Fjordix doesn't see anything that looks like a trap or a triggering mechanism.

Arliden looks at the sleeping Kobolds, then back at the group. He points to the kobolds, then draws a finger across his throat like a knife blade, then he gives a thumbs up, followed by a thumbs down, and looks at the group questioningly.

Fjordix gives the thumbs up, always the thumbs up for this Dragon worshiping cultists. 

Novot nods in agreement. She points to herself, then to a particular sleeping kobold. Then to Fjordix, and to another sleeper. Then to Arliden, and the last sleeper.

She moves in slowly next to her assignment, keeping an eye out for any foul play.

Rex meanwhile is unaware of this, he’s examining the other parts of the room.

To everyone attacking a sleeping kobold, make a stealth roll and an attack roll. The attack roll is at advantage.

Rex, there looks to be a few interesting things in the chamber, but it will take a closer inspection to see what's actually there. [No check needed, but it will take 10 minutes.] 

Sounds good, Rex will look at it, blissfully unaware of the murders.