I do have illusion spells. Could also lead em to the the Trogdolytes.
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We're now a marching band.
We have a Hurdy Gurdy, A Drum, A Bagpipe, and a Lute.
We have a Hurdy Gurdy, A Drum, A Bagpipe, and a Lute.
The kobold's head slowly tilted to the side till her cheek was resting on her shoulder. Her tail whacked the earth, giving a small insight to her annoyance. “Kobold hassss no penissss…. What doessss ssshe force on female? Tongue? Tail? Knife like claws? Ssshe’d rather sstab if she held ill intent.,”
Normally the Kobold would be quite content with her position in such a formation. She was well protected from all angles. And she could easily step in and out of a brawl to give assistance. But she seemed visibly set into unease. She didn’t quite enjoy the idea of being placed next to so few that she trusted.
But, it’d appear taking such a formation wouldn’t hold up so well. Especially with how she wanted to hop across the roofs. The Kobold looked to the ruins with a frown. It’d be a very diffuclt climb. She turned her head to the two still nearby. Her jaws opened, wanting to ask one of them to physically throw her up.
Her jaws snapped shut. It’s best to not give them any ideas just yet. She’d simply focus on taking a much easier path. Entering the building, and taking the stairs where possible, and climbing over rubble, and through tight passages.
Then of course… across the alleyways. Leave it to an orc to not choose a much easier path.
Finally the fallen weapon came into sight. There was a question that came into the Kobold’s head. “By the cunt of the choas dragons… how the hell did she end up at the coast,” she exclaimed in draconic. Whether or not that was answered, she didn’t care. The sounds of the Trogdolytes roars immediately sent her darting to the nearest availiable cover. She was visibly shaking, when she peered about for the Troglodytes locations. Then to the Bloated corpse.
“In corpssse?! Bad… BAD! Itsss bloated… the airsss humid… warm. O-ol-old kobold trick… ussssed to kill invaders who enter home. Weapon plugsss. Weapon goesss… out… foul smell comes out. Predators come.”
Normally the Kobold would be quite content with her position in such a formation. She was well protected from all angles. And she could easily step in and out of a brawl to give assistance. But she seemed visibly set into unease. She didn’t quite enjoy the idea of being placed next to so few that she trusted.
But, it’d appear taking such a formation wouldn’t hold up so well. Especially with how she wanted to hop across the roofs. The Kobold looked to the ruins with a frown. It’d be a very diffuclt climb. She turned her head to the two still nearby. Her jaws opened, wanting to ask one of them to physically throw her up.
Her jaws snapped shut. It’s best to not give them any ideas just yet. She’d simply focus on taking a much easier path. Entering the building, and taking the stairs where possible, and climbing over rubble, and through tight passages.
Then of course… across the alleyways. Leave it to an orc to not choose a much easier path.
Finally the fallen weapon came into sight. There was a question that came into the Kobold’s head. “By the cunt of the choas dragons… how the hell did she end up at the coast,” she exclaimed in draconic. Whether or not that was answered, she didn’t care. The sounds of the Trogdolytes roars immediately sent her darting to the nearest availiable cover. She was visibly shaking, when she peered about for the Troglodytes locations. Then to the Bloated corpse.
“In corpssse?! Bad… BAD! Itsss bloated… the airsss humid… warm. O-ol-old kobold trick… ussssed to kill invaders who enter home. Weapon plugsss. Weapon goesss… out… foul smell comes out. Predators come.”
Suddenly, I wish I had the spell feather fall. But... it's not like the entire campaign is based around heights and chasms :D............
<Snipped quote by Tangletail>
I knew it, you are a skeleton
We're all skeletons! We're just wearing suits of meat!
@Riaxh Feel free to stop the Kobold from climbing up. Don't think He's going to notice the additional weight much.
Also... Doot.
Also... Doot.
The disguised Kobold's head whirled around as she heard the woman speak. She watched as the Orc rose to her feet, and scrambled back a few paces when she began to growl and stagger towards them. Her claws slowly trailed towards her weapons. She was no fool to assume an injured animal to not be dangerous. But... well the pitiful display the orc was showing put those concerns to rest. And admitably, the Orc was attractive... enough to make the small reptile envious and her self esteem to hit the floor if it hasn't already. The kobold's head twisted to Raugar who offered to heal the fleshy creature.
Normally, she'd strongly protest against offering such an assistance to a stranger. She'd rather have very little to deal with anything other than a kobold or kin of dragons. But frankly, she'd be a hypocrite if she piped up now. The Kobold knew she wasn't exactly in a position to start voicing her opinions. Especially when it hasn't even been an hour since she's begged for her life to the group. And... it'd most certainly be a bad idea to get on the dragonborn's bad side right at the moment.
Her gaze followed the Orc now as she went to go tear a weapon from a nearby tree. She frowned, while her eyes fell to observe her wounds. She'd be a massive liability in this state if the group did accept the offer. And judging by the way things are going...
The kobold turned about to give the dragonborn a few pats on the leg to make him aware of her presence. If she was allowed, she'd quickly hop up onto his back and climb her way up to the larger creature's shoulders to bring herself to eye level. her tail would curl around the other's kneck as a means of stability. On her way up, her disguise spell would be released... as she probably would not be able to hold it for the entire trip. If she was forced to stay on the ground, well... that is simply where she'll be.
Nervously, she'd reach out with a claw to hail the Orc. A pleasant looking aura from the school of evocation wafting from her talons. "Woundsss are sssstill bad. Kobold hasss sssspell... to heal.... before trip."
Normally, she'd strongly protest against offering such an assistance to a stranger. She'd rather have very little to deal with anything other than a kobold or kin of dragons. But frankly, she'd be a hypocrite if she piped up now. The Kobold knew she wasn't exactly in a position to start voicing her opinions. Especially when it hasn't even been an hour since she's begged for her life to the group. And... it'd most certainly be a bad idea to get on the dragonborn's bad side right at the moment.
Her gaze followed the Orc now as she went to go tear a weapon from a nearby tree. She frowned, while her eyes fell to observe her wounds. She'd be a massive liability in this state if the group did accept the offer. And judging by the way things are going...
The kobold turned about to give the dragonborn a few pats on the leg to make him aware of her presence. If she was allowed, she'd quickly hop up onto his back and climb her way up to the larger creature's shoulders to bring herself to eye level. her tail would curl around the other's kneck as a means of stability. On her way up, her disguise spell would be released... as she probably would not be able to hold it for the entire trip. If she was forced to stay on the ground, well... that is simply where she'll be.
Nervously, she'd reach out with a claw to hail the Orc. A pleasant looking aura from the school of evocation wafting from her talons. "Woundsss are sssstill bad. Kobold hasss sssspell... to heal.... before trip."
lol I healed for 7. I figured the orc might be a bit miffed if it was just 1.
Ill post soon. I mean if shes going to join us, I guess the kobold can drop her disguise, and give her a primitively made war hammer till we find a damn sword.
Lilt uses Cure Wounds level 2 for 2d8+2!
Restores 18hp
Restores 18hp
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