The kobolds scramble over one another in their attempt to escape. Everyone gets 79 xp. One kobold calls back "Who shall we say has come to challenge him?"
(Dang. So no long rest for them? OK can you tell me a name Morisul might know of a super powerful chromatic dragon who might have moved in here? I can roll History or something.)
Duradin snaps awake at the scream and rolls for his crossbow, knife already naked in one hand as he loads a bolt. He looks around with startled eyes at the abrupt lack of dragon's breath or deadly vapors. With that, he dives for cover and tries to find a good vantage point to scan the skies, searching for the telltale sign of a dragon on the wing.
(Dang. So no long rest for them? OK can you tell me a name Morisul might know of a super powerful chromatic dragon who might have moved in here? I can roll History or something.)
Belatedly, Morisul realized a glaring flaw with his "brilliant" plan. Last thing they needed was to have an actual dragon come to investigate an "intruder" to his domain, perhaps quickly enough to catch them still there. Maybe should have just sniped them from a distance one by one... He thought quickly, trying to remember a name of as powerful a dragon as he could. It was the only hope, to intimidate the kobold's master so much he wouldn't come. And he remembered just such a name - a mighty red tyrant. Reds were the most powerful among all chromatic dragons. It might just work...
His fingers moved in the somatic gesture again and the "dragon" gave an evil chuckle as it announced. "Chencomedrianurth!"
Morisul sent his owl to shadow them in case any of them got the idea to come back, then made his way back to the camp. To Tom - and Duradin - he says. "OK, good news and bad news. Good news is, I scared the kobolds away. Bad news is... we might not want to rest here right now."
Tegid wakes and comes to a quick crouch at the base of a tree with his staff in hand, grasping at his memory for something that might come in handy against a dragon. He notices Duradin scanning the sky and does likewise to see if he can see/hear anything.
Rolled for perception: 22 (Nat 20)
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Morisul sent his owl to shadow them in case any of them got the idea to come back, then made his way back to the camp. To Tom - and Duradin - he says. "OK, good news and bad news. Good news is, I scared the kobolds away. Bad news is... we might not want to rest here right now."
"Kobolds you say? Well, we can't be too far away. Why might we not want to rest here - what happened?"
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Morisul sighed and covered his face with his palm as he answered. "I... convinced them that a dragon has claimed this area as his territory. Trouble is, apparently they already serve a dragon who has claimed this area. So... when they get back their boss and report this..." He lowered his hand. "We might get a real dragon coming here. I gave them the name of an ancient red, so maybe it won't want to come here, but... yeah."
Duradin curses quietly in guttural dwarf, using obscure local variants on the off chance that somebody else happens to speak dwarf fluently. After a moment, he contains his anger, and, steepling his fingers, bows to Morisul.
"Forgive my initial response, master Morisul. You may have saved us a bloody fight that we can ill afford, but I am... concerned... that our mission's best hope lay more in secrecy and stealth than otherwise. I trust the judgement of my Lord that you acted with good intent and, given the circumstances, fended off the worse of two evils. Still, we have now three choices. Remain, and enjoy the momentary incursion of a wrothful dragonlord in whose territory we do trespass. Flee, and be seen by said tyrant and slain at his horrible will. Or hide, and lose precious time we can ill afford with respect to our mission in the hope that the dragon is not so familiar with the territory as he might believe. If you all can sustain a quick night's march, I would recommend the third path, since we will be outmatched by the dragon in both combat and speed."
Amazed, as well as relieved, by Morisul's ploy Tom speaks in hushed tones, "Though that worked for the time being, do you believe the kobolds will seek to return in greater number?"
He further considers Duradin's wise words, nodding in agreement, "I cannot speak for the others, but would agree with the 'third path' you recommend. Surely it would serve not only to allow us to reach our objective in good time, but is also our only hope of wishing to out-manoeuvre the dragon." Attempting to appear brave-faced Tom continues, "Might it be best to split into multiple groups in order to attract less attention? Or are we safer together?"
Vor looks around at everyone with a slightly incredulous expression, “Hah, hem. I do not think splitting up when the possibility of confruntin’ a dragon bes a sane idear! And makin’ haste from’ere bes an excillint plan. I bes all fer the sneakin’ round.” He gathers his things as he talks, cinches down a few straps and says, “I bes ready!”
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Tegid consider this, "I'm with Vor - I think it unwise to split ourselves up in case this dragon does appear, or the kobolds come back in force, however I agree that staying right here may be unwise. Duradin, do you know if there are any caves, or small gullies close to here that we may navigate to now, but not so far that we exhaust ourselves in the attempt? How far would we need to move to be far enough away from this location?"
Tegid starts rolling up his camp mat, and getting ready to depart
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"Huh? What did I say about needing beauty sleep?" Ava says as she sits up. Upon hearing what had transpired she quickly packs her things up. "Let us hurry somewhere else, preferably with good cover. We should stay together. Alone we have no chance against a dragon, as a group we may."
"Yes, in hindsight an obvious error. We may not need to go far, just be out of this general area...? That way we could still get some rest. Up to you guys."
(DM, would Duradin know of any suitable caves, holdouts, outposts or useful terrain features that might help shield the party from the eyes of a searching dragon? What check would you prefer to see if he can recall such information on the spot?)
"We stay together. Die alone on your own time."
Regardless of whether or not he actually knows of a good cave or shelter, he will start the process of packing up the camp, getting ready to set out with confidence, even if no obvious solution presents itself.
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(Ok. That wakes the party.)
The kobolds scramble over one another in their attempt to escape. Everyone gets 79 xp. One kobold calls back "Who shall we say has come to challenge him?"
(Dang. So no long rest for them? OK can you tell me a name Morisul might know of a super powerful chromatic dragon who might have moved in here? I can roll History or something.)
Duradin snaps awake at the scream and rolls for his crossbow, knife already naked in one hand as he loads a bolt. He looks around with startled eyes at the abrupt lack of dragon's breath or deadly vapors. With that, he dives for cover and tries to find a good vantage point to scan the skies, searching for the telltale sign of a dragon on the wing.
Long rest is on pause. It can resume shortly.
History would be appropriate, as would Arcana.
Either way 14
Chencomedrianurth. An ancient red.
Belatedly, Morisul realized a glaring flaw with his "brilliant" plan. Last thing they needed was to have an actual dragon come to investigate an "intruder" to his domain, perhaps quickly enough to catch them still there. Maybe should have just sniped them from a distance one by one... He thought quickly, trying to remember a name of as powerful a dragon as he could. It was the only hope, to intimidate the kobold's master so much he wouldn't come. And he remembered just such a name - a mighty red tyrant. Reds were the most powerful among all chromatic dragons. It might just work...
His fingers moved in the somatic gesture again and the "dragon" gave an evil chuckle as it announced. "Chencomedrianurth!"
The kobolds squeal and run off.
Morisul sent his owl to shadow them in case any of them got the idea to come back, then made his way back to the camp. To Tom - and Duradin - he says. "OK, good news and bad news. Good news is, I scared the kobolds away. Bad news is... we might not want to rest here right now."
Tegid wakes and comes to a quick crouch at the base of a tree with his staff in hand, grasping at his memory for something that might come in handy against a dragon. He notices Duradin scanning the sky and does likewise to see if he can see/hear anything.
Rolled for perception: 22 (Nat 20)
Odo Proudfoot - Lvl 10 Halfling Monk - Princes of the Apocalypse (Campaign Finished)
Orryn Pebblefoot - Lvl 5 Rock Gnome Wizard (Deceased) - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist (Deceased)
Anerin Ap Tewdr - Lvl 5 Human (Variant) Bard (College of Valor) - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
"Kobolds you say? Well, we can't be too far away. Why might we not want to rest here - what happened?"
Odo Proudfoot - Lvl 10 Halfling Monk - Princes of the Apocalypse (Campaign Finished)
Orryn Pebblefoot - Lvl 5 Rock Gnome Wizard (Deceased) - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist (Deceased)
Anerin Ap Tewdr - Lvl 5 Human (Variant) Bard (College of Valor) - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
Morisul sighed and covered his face with his palm as he answered. "I... convinced them that a dragon has claimed this area as his territory. Trouble is, apparently they already serve a dragon who has claimed this area. So... when they get back their boss and report this..." He lowered his hand. "We might get a real dragon coming here. I gave them the name of an ancient red, so maybe it won't want to come here, but... yeah."
Duradin curses quietly in guttural dwarf, using obscure local variants on the off chance that somebody else happens to speak dwarf fluently. After a moment, he contains his anger, and, steepling his fingers, bows to Morisul.
"Forgive my initial response, master Morisul. You may have saved us a bloody fight that we can ill afford, but I am... concerned... that our mission's best hope lay more in secrecy and stealth than otherwise. I trust the judgement of my Lord that you acted with good intent and, given the circumstances, fended off the worse of two evils. Still, we have now three choices. Remain, and enjoy the momentary incursion of a wrothful dragonlord in whose territory we do trespass. Flee, and be seen by said tyrant and slain at his horrible will. Or hide, and lose precious time we can ill afford with respect to our mission in the hope that the dragon is not so familiar with the territory as he might believe. If you all can sustain a quick night's march, I would recommend the third path, since we will be outmatched by the dragon in both combat and speed."
Ash is up in a flash and looks around catching the conversation as it goes.
It takes a few moments for him to get a better picture of what happened.
He nods as Duradin speaks waiting for the group to decide.
Amazed, as well as relieved, by Morisul's ploy Tom speaks in hushed tones, "Though that worked for the time being, do you believe the kobolds will seek to return in greater number?"
He further considers Duradin's wise words, nodding in agreement, "I cannot speak for the others, but would agree with the 'third path' you recommend. Surely it would serve not only to allow us to reach our objective in good time, but is also our only hope of wishing to out-manoeuvre the dragon." Attempting to appear brave-faced Tom continues, "Might it be best to split into multiple groups in order to attract less attention? Or are we safer together?"
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
Vor looks around at everyone with a slightly incredulous expression, “Hah, hem. I do not think splitting up when the possibility of confruntin’ a dragon bes a sane idear! And makin’ haste from’ere bes an excillint plan. I bes all fer the sneakin’ round.” He gathers his things as he talks, cinches down a few straps and says, “I bes ready!”
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Tegid consider this, "I'm with Vor - I think it unwise to split ourselves up in case this dragon does appear, or the kobolds come back in force, however I agree that staying right here may be unwise. Duradin, do you know if there are any caves, or small gullies close to here that we may navigate to now, but not so far that we exhaust ourselves in the attempt? How far would we need to move to be far enough away from this location?"
Tegid starts rolling up his camp mat, and getting ready to depart
Odo Proudfoot - Lvl 10 Halfling Monk - Princes of the Apocalypse (Campaign Finished)
Orryn Pebblefoot - Lvl 5 Rock Gnome Wizard (Deceased) - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist (Deceased)
Anerin Ap Tewdr - Lvl 5 Human (Variant) Bard (College of Valor) - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
"Huh? What did I say about needing beauty sleep?" Ava says as she sits up. Upon hearing what had transpired she quickly packs her things up. "Let us hurry somewhere else, preferably with good cover. We should stay together. Alone we have no chance against a dragon, as a group we may."
"Yes, in hindsight an obvious error. We may not need to go far, just be out of this general area...? That way we could still get some rest. Up to you guys."
(DM, would Duradin know of any suitable caves, holdouts, outposts or useful terrain features that might help shield the party from the eyes of a searching dragon? What check would you prefer to see if he can recall such information on the spot?)
"We stay together. Die alone on your own time."
Regardless of whether or not he actually knows of a good cave or shelter, he will start the process of packing up the camp, getting ready to set out with confidence, even if no obvious solution presents itself.