Enemies had shown themselves now. The saviours of Greenest were not going to cut the raiders any slack and rushed after them, into the descending stairs leading West. Orchid, filled with ambition for destruction, had darted off a good ten feet before anyone else, followed immediately by the clanking steps of the group paladin and those little lighter belonging to the cleric just after. It was only when a snapping sound sprang forth from under Kyra's foot that consideration for the reason of cowardice was brought up again in the minds of the adventurers. Intentionally weakened supports in the ceiling broke and gave way to a rain of stone, rocks falling upon the short bard and, by extension, the more sizeable tiger following after her. It was left to the quick reflexes of an adventurer to not be harshly bludgeoned by the gravity powered trap, but at least it was obviously kobold make. The size of the stones would make them not quite so lethal as to call everyone caught in them dead.
The commotion of them rumbling down would be heard deep down in the tunnels, so now all would know something was going on here. All the more reason to keep up the speed, to not let the enemy regroup. The descent ended into a space divided between left and right, more stairs to the left while there was a room with flickering light to the right. And from the room in said direction they could hear the kobolds that they had chased all the way here. Orchid turned the corner, and could immediately see that this once natural cavern had been enlarged to house a larger force, of which a fair amount was present even now. Five kobolds were on the ground in the process of spreading their wings, four less winged ones preparing for a fight in this dead end of a chamber. Fifth kneeled aside sixth, obviously the one that Kyra had shot, making attempts at staunching the flow of blood with anything they could get their hands on. Currently, the tool of choice was a long and thick strap of leather it had stuck a piece of a torn tunic to.
As the berserker roared his triumphant battle cry, the rest of the group began to finally catch up to him. The barracks filled with straw mattresses and haphazardly cured leather covers was looking to be the final resting place to a good number of kobolds on this day. Here, with the stone ceiling hanging low, even wings were not an ascertained escape. But even the cowards weren't expected to go down without a fight. With the roar of a tiger joining that of the berserker, its eyes glimmering in the flickering light, the battle was at hand.
The commotion of them rumbling down would be heard deep down in the tunnels, so now all would know something was going on here. All the more reason to keep up the speed, to not let the enemy regroup. The descent ended into a space divided between left and right, more stairs to the left while there was a room with flickering light to the right. And from the room in said direction they could hear the kobolds that they had chased all the way here. Orchid turned the corner, and could immediately see that this once natural cavern had been enlarged to house a larger force, of which a fair amount was present even now. Five kobolds were on the ground in the process of spreading their wings, four less winged ones preparing for a fight in this dead end of a chamber. Fifth kneeled aside sixth, obviously the one that Kyra had shot, making attempts at staunching the flow of blood with anything they could get their hands on. Currently, the tool of choice was a long and thick strap of leather it had stuck a piece of a torn tunic to.
As the berserker roared his triumphant battle cry, the rest of the group began to finally catch up to him. The barracks filled with straw mattresses and haphazardly cured leather covers was looking to be the final resting place to a good number of kobolds on this day. Here, with the stone ceiling hanging low, even wings were not an ascertained escape. But even the cowards weren't expected to go down without a fight. With the roar of a tiger joining that of the berserker, its eyes glimmering in the flickering light, the battle was at hand.