Post by mgtremaine on Sept 3, 2012 18:30:33 GMT -6
OOC: I think my "move" got skipped but that's ok. I do still want to move the fallen to the base of the stairs as I said. I also think an hour rest for 1hp might be in order. Then push on.... But I' ready to push on now since I'm unhurt.
Mot will awaken the putative charmed kobold from a distance with his 10' pole and speak to it in Kobold (which he knows) to determine if it is the charmed one. He will ask it if it has a safe lair nearby which we can visit.
Last Edit: Sept 3, 2012 21:07:05 GMT -6 by Zenopus
Post by waysoftheearth on Sept 3, 2012 22:01:42 GMT -6
Mot awakens the slumbering kobold from a distance.
It looks about in some confusion for a moment, bewildered by the strange change in circumstances. It is, perhaps, fortunate that the curling mist covers the bodies of its fallen kin...
[The referee rolls to determine whether Mot judged wisely in identifying the charmed individual; 1d6=6 so Mot's judgement was sound. The referee also rolls to determine whether the Kobold speaks common; 1d100=75, so it does not].
The kobold blinks at Mot, then replies (in the dogeral Kobold tongue) "Mees'ah thinks you shuld be'wares them killas!" indicating the rest of the company. "Per'apps wee'z can gets aways while theys not lookin?!" the scaly little fellow indicates the dark passage from which the kobolds emerged... "tha lair's this way," it urges, "tha big 'uns there will see 'em off!"
Post by mgtremaine on Sept 5, 2012 19:10:06 GMT -6
Tirandir would, after all the various other tasks, eventually make his way to the corridor the kobolds came from. Arrow drawn, he would take a long look and listen down the corridor.
Then he looks back and Mot and his new best friend. Gives a small "hmmm" like sigh, and shrugs his shoulders. Tirandir nods at Mot and then points at the kobold and then back at the corridor with his Bow and waits to see if the party is ready.
Post by Sean Michael Kelly (SMKSensei) on Sept 5, 2012 20:18:54 GMT -6
Jaras continues assisting as needed, lighting a fresh torch as is soon necessary. He stands ready to accompany and assist his taller friends. With the smells of muck and kobold blood in the air, even his appetite is diminished, he'd rather move forward than linger long.
Mot replies to the charmed kobold loudly in its language, "Hold on, I can't follow you in the dark. I am the chieftain of this group of weaklings. They do as I bid and follow me where I travel. Lead the way and I will command them to follow. Let me instruct them now". Mot turns to the party, "The kobold is enchanted and will lead me to its lair, which is guarded by "large fellows". Pretend to be my followers and guards and follow me closely. Someone bring light with us".
Mot will keep his Scroll of Sleep at the ready.
Last Edit: Sept 5, 2012 21:53:59 GMT -6 by Zenopus