ONE HUNDRED THIRTY
(I/C)
Kovid threw his shoulder at the K800 he was fighting, splashing some burning oil on the stoic kobold as he knocked it back a step and then swung his hammer at full extension (>+3 to hit, Yellow 10), slamming the ensorcelled head into the zombie’s chest (1d8+2 Damage: Yellow 3+2 = 5 Damage!) and cracking half a dozen ribs there.
Seeing it was still upright, Abraxas launched (<+5 to hit, Blue 6) a series of cuts and slashes at it, "Corres, you undead abomination! DIE!" hacking off chunks of flesh and opening up rents in the kobold, but nothing critical was hit for his efforts.
Lyra had another sling stone loaded and launched (>+3 to hit, White 14) where it hit the kobold in the left arm (1d3 Damage: White 1, 1 Damage) snapping the bone but little else. “Oh come on!”
The K800 was readying itself for another assault when Wyn took one of his dwindling supply of arrows (down to 7 after this shot) and sighting the ruined eye socket as his target (>+5 to hit, Orange 12) let his arrow fly where it found its mark (1d6 Damage: Orange 4 and killed!!) and it fell over dead. “Enfin Termine!”
Abraxas and Kovid (still on fire!) made their way over to the eastern door, the Fighter taking out his mirror, Wyn watching them with care, while Lyra looked back at the South hall and whispered to Lannis and Brendon, “Any idea if there’s more of these guys in the next room?”
"Working on it Lyra,” Lannis whispered, “you'll know when we do, Brendon get that light stone in there so we can see what lies inside.”
Holding it with his two fingers, the Scout flicked it expertly through the door (Dex > 10, no roll needed) where it illuminated the next chamber. Peering through the holes, the two friends were able to see a warren area and sleeping section for the kobolds with a single female of the species asleep just inside the door, on the ground and unmoving. There was a single stone bowl about half filled with green slime in it near her…and another bowl, turned over near her hand where she was slumped over sleeping, a rather large patch of green slime on the floor and on her hand and arm, burrowing deeper and spreading across the enchanted sleeping kobold.
“Oh,” Lannis quipped, “That was unexpected and works.” He coaxed Brendon to follow him and the two of them closed the South door behind them. “One problem with kobolds solved. Made a new one with green slime, but hey, you have to break some eggs to make that omelet.”
Checking out his own quiver of dwindling arrows (Down to 11), Brendon drew his short sword and glanced at the dead kobolds in here, “I’m getting sick of these fucking things.”
Kovid was near the open door and listening (>Hear Noise, Yellow 17) but outside of some movement and kobold voices cursing and muttering, nothing specific stood out.
“Senor,” Abraxas held up his small mirror, “Allow me, si?”
“I don’t know, Abraxas,” Kovid muttered, voice sounding odd in the fire, “Not a good chance to spot much with that. Don’t get your hand bit off.”
“I’ll be careful,” and Abraxas hunched low, held the mirror before him and tried to angle it into the next room (<Wis Check -4 penalty with mirror, Blue 1 – Perfect!) and panned the glass back and forth. “Hokay. I see..hmm, 2 statues, Si. Dos. They are not standing on the plinth block but looking at the uno, dos…tres kobolds! Si, Tres. One of them ‘as a ridiculous moustache glues to his snout. Must be Senor Gowhands. They are trying to turn the grande ballista from the door but it is muchos heavy. Oh, and there are one…dos of the zombie k-800 as well just standing there.”
He straightened up, lifting the mirror and stopped. “Ohh!”
“What?”
Abraxas pointed straight up, “The door! It is open like when I did this to my brother when we were jovenes! The is a bowl up there! Stone.” He put his mirror away, “But given that it is de mierda kobolds, I would guess it is not aqua in the bowl.”
“So,” Kovid muttered, “Green slime in a bowl balanced on top of the door. 2 Statues, 2 K-800, and 3 kobolds with a ballista, 1 of them Gowan Sukiht. Is that it?”
“Si! Imagine if I could see more through the door.”
The group shared with the party what they had learned as Kovid’s flames guttered lower (out next round).
Time now is: Day 4, 8:10 AM
(OOC)
Ok! This is it! Last of the kobolds and last of Grilljax’ zombies. What’s the plan?!?
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