By the power of Skarro's god, the creature's escape is cut off. However this seems to have set it off on a panicked rampage. Two arrows hit it on the side and add to the creature's wounds.

Varn and Komos' turn.

(( If Skarro gets an AOO ))

Skarro's eyes narrow and he bares his teeth, the smell of alien blood in his nostrils is somewhat off-putting, but he will get used to it.

Longsword Attack: 17 Damage: 9

Varn flicks his thingers, and flames ignite under the last chariot. "None who spills a dragon's blood shall live, and neither shall any who is with them!" He shouts. 

Casting Create Bonfire under the last chariot. It must succeed a DC 15 Dexterity save or take 5 fire damage. A creature must also make the saving throw when it moves into the bonfire’s space for the first time on a turn or ends its turn there.

Skarro grins a toothy grin at Varn.

DEX save:  13

 ((I'm Going to stop using the Dice Roller in my posts for a few days. Reason: Every time I edit the post even with plain text, it triggers manipulated dice rolls and change the roll every time. I'm going to just hope it's a site issue and fixes itself later.))

Varn lights a fire under the last monster and burns it, now  that it's being restricted in how far it can move. It howls and its horse parts kicks around in the air.

Komos' Turn.

Komos fires another hot pellet at the final chariot.

Attack: 25 Damage: 15

(( I *think* we are at Skarro again, not sure! ))

Skarro refocuses his ire on the remaining chariot, stepping back 5' to get a little clear space, then launching another attack, before once more closing with the creature.

BA: Transfer Hex.

Attack 1: 8 Damage: 13 plus 5 necrotic damage if a hit

Attack 2: 16 Damage: 9 plus 6 necrotic damage if a hit

((Sorry I should have posted earlier))

Komos' final pellet brings down the last Chariot. It neighs one last time before collapses into a heap of flesh, bone and metal. The streets are quiet once more. Now that there are no more monsters around, the Dragon-Dogs slowly return to the kobolds.

Everyone gets: 1,125 XP

Skarro stands over the corpse and spits on it, "Kobolds, united, will never be defeated!" He puffs up his chest and stares at the wreckage a moment before surveying the larger scene, then he turns to his companions. "Well done comrades! She will be proud of us."

After a moment more he turns back to the corpse, "Strange thing. Should be chariot or horse. Not both. Any of you understand it?"

"Never seen the likes of them before." Zorn says with a shrug. he half-heartedly rumages through one of the dead thing's parts, looking for anything of interest or value.

Investigation was rolled on the game log, got a total of 2 on the roll with modifier.

Skarro, still breathing heavily from his exertions, looks up the road then down at the creatures. "Skarro need rest, but not near these. Stink soon. Attract things"

He shoulders his pack and resumes his place on his mount. As they travel, any watching eye will be met with a curse (while it lasts) and a blast of eldritch energy. As soon as they find a slightly defensible place, Skarro pulls up his mount. "Time to rest. We should eat."

"It does seem the enemy is getting more creative." Komos says, adding, "At least they weren't more giant bugs." Then looking to the eye plants on the ground says, "We also know that we are being watched. Whatever we do..."

"Good, let them watch." Varn brushes dust off his clothes. "They will learn that any who stands in my way will be left as nothing more than a pile of ashes." He remounts. "Let's continue, for now."

((Again should have posted this sooner but my health has not been the best in the last couple of days))

Searching the Chariots yielded nothing useful. However when the Kobolds got on the Dragondogs everything went black and another memory that felt like theirs but wasn't flooded into their heads.

You pace a dark room alone, lit only by torch-light. The dimly lit room makes things hard to see yet the room feels so familiar. The light would be strange as the flames are black yet they still illuminate the room in orange. It doesn't make sense yet your mind doesn't register it as something out of the ordinary. As if the black flames with orange light are commonplace. You pace the large room, looking at unmade bed. It was a gorgeous bed with red blankets of the finest quality. It was a double bed fit for a king. The grand form of the bed is contrasted with how unkempt it is; pillows made of the softest feather scattered about without a though, the sheets wrinkled and pulled up to one side; the thick blanket half fallen on the Marbled floor of this grand stone room.

You continue pacing. You pace the massive bedroom. You walk in circles absentmindedly, passing the same bed, same dresser, same study desk over and over again. You pace for what feels like both an eternity and the blink of an eye at the same time. Then you stop and look at the thick red curtains obscuring a familiar glass door. Pale blue light falls into the room from beyond. Again, a strange phenomenon that registers as ordinary as the orange hue of the setting sun. You grip the curtains with your scaly hands. You are bigger, taller than you really are but that's not all. Your hands are wrinkled from age. You pull the curtains away and step into the balcony. You see the forest of spindly fungus like tress. You see the black some with its white ring of blue light is setting in the north. Like a black void the clear sky is turning dark as night approaches. You stare on with regret as you see the damaged buildings of the nearby town. You hear screams and cries of people from the forest. Then... A loud bang and silence.

You close your eyes and hear a voice that sounds like your own in your head as, if they are your own thoughts. The voice speaks a language you've never heard before yet you can understand it as if it was your native tongue.

"Why? Why has it come to this? Why was I cursed with this? The Child and..."

When the Kobolds snap out of the strange flashback, the chariot corpses are gone. In their place are 5 of those coins. That is a total of 20 coins.

Going further down the road there doesn't appear to be any good place to rest. However the road soon comes to stop. The road keeps going but in your way is a large stone wall. It's so tall that it feels like it will touch the sky. There seems to be no way to get over it unless someone knows how to fly. Even then, with how all of reality is seemly melting into the Golden Emperor's domain, who knows what is there at the top of this wall.

"Psst! Over here!" A familiar feminine voice calls out to the party from the forest. In a particularly thick patch of bramble, they see the Young Dragon form of Tiamat hiding and trying to get the party's attention.

Skarro resists the urge to throw himself from his mount and prostrate himself. Instead he turns to the one he shares a mount with before casually directing it toward the bushes. "If she wishes not to be seen, then so it must be" he whispers.

As he approaches the bushes he lets the mount...feed...if that is what it wants to do, and waits for a sign from his goddess.

Komos guides his mount with Skarro, nodding to his friend and understanding the desire remain calm. As they dismount he places his Icosahedron in his pack, ready for later, and pretends to guide the beast towards food while looking towards the dragon. "M'lady?" he says simply and quietly, "How... and why... are you here?"

Zorn rides over to their goddess. He dismounts as the person directing their mount pulls it to a stop. Slipping off he kneels silently before Tiamat, waiting to hear what she wishes of them now. The why and what of it is not his concern, she will tell him what she wishes him to know when and how she wishes.

Tiamat use two of her five heads to keep a watch on her surroundings. With the remaining three she speaks, "I was to wait for you in the town. However the situation was more dire than I expected. The forest has been corrupted. There is a massive wall in the way. So I decided to make a small shelter here, free from the spying eyes of what lies in the forest. I am here waiting for you as I need to tell you how to get past this wall. The only way to get to town would be to go around it. That would mean going through the forest. The problem is that a Hunter lies in the forest. It is a creature that was once human and now, a multieyed, all-seeing abomination. Be careful with where you move. If the eye stalks that wrap around the trees and the rocks like vines spot you, the Hunter will shoot you. You must try to avoid the gaze of the eye stalks." She pauses and then asks, "Was your journey here safe? At least, as safe as it can be given the circumstance. Do you need anything?"

"Nothing we could not manage mistress." Zorn says from his position kneeling in front of Tiamat. "Do you have a means that we can travel through the forest and not be observed by these eyes?"