Post by Deekin on Jun 27, 2008 18:53:26 GMT -5
Gabullifax frowns, noting the rapid departure of the kobolds. No great surprise there. At this point, no matter what the group did, that kobolds will be prepared for them. Not ideal, but workable.
The tiefling only briefly registers Clark's insult, raising one eyebrow. He considers shoving the wizard into the pit, and decides that it can wait. There are more pressing matters.
"Hark, the portcullis is yours. The rest of you focus on this straggler--and do yourselves a favor and keep away from the edge." Heeding his own advice, Gabe moves around the pit the way to kobolds came, keeping near the wall. He manages to find a decent spot to take a jab at the remaining kobold with his glaive, but it could be a better angle. It cuts off the little lizard's retreat, though. He has faith that the marksman will take care of the rest.
[Kobold takes 11 damage] The kobold roll backward from the blow, bleeding from the cut across the chest.
Sanem darts in, deftly avoding which tiles his keen elven senses tell him are traps, before unleashing an Arrow into the last kobold. A quick step forward and a boot to the head sends the kobold over, bleeding it's lifeblood onto the ground. [Attack hits, and is enoough damage to drop the kobold.]
The last slinger, hearing the squishy death of it's comrade, turns tail and flees around the corner, pushing it's allies out of the way
With the kobolds in retreat, Doran leaps forward to see if he can hit one on the way out. Doran lets fly before ducking to the side and pressing his back to wall. The blade strikes true, pushing it past the limits of it's endurance, and it collapses against the far wall, leaving a bloody smear as it slides down.
[Attack hits and drops the kobold. Wow, you're rolling well]
All of this without uttering a word--Doran is accustom to violence in silence
Pleased with himself Clark lets out a little friendly taunting, "You know Gabe, I think you should change your focus from proving that Tieflings aren't jerks to proving that Tieflings aren't the ones who are wusses."
Seeing the cowardly Kobolds attempting to flee enraged Bladetongue. Shifting his weight he took chase, spitting curses in Draconic after the weak willed Kobolds, Bladetongue make comments about the Kobolds mothers that would have made a mule driver blush. Positioning himself near the gateway he raises his shield hand, glowing with eldritch energy.
A bolt leaps forth, finding it's way past the portcullis, but missing the retreating tail of the kobold. Instead, it leaves a glowing pockmark in the wall.
[Attack misses.]
With the Kobalds gone, Harknail moves to follow. Stopped by the wooden portcullis, Harknail sheathed his sword, the detached it from his hand. Since his shield was attached to his arm, his right hand was already free. Putting both hands on the portcullis, Harknail began to lift.
[Portcullus is made of wood and hemp rope. Much easier to lift]
With a mighty heave, Harknail lifts the gate into the the air...
by about a foot, before something gets caught. It'll take a bit more strength to break it free.
The tiefling only briefly registers Clark's insult, raising one eyebrow. He considers shoving the wizard into the pit, and decides that it can wait. There are more pressing matters.
"Hark, the portcullis is yours. The rest of you focus on this straggler--and do yourselves a favor and keep away from the edge." Heeding his own advice, Gabe moves around the pit the way to kobolds came, keeping near the wall. He manages to find a decent spot to take a jab at the remaining kobold with his glaive, but it could be a better angle. It cuts off the little lizard's retreat, though. He has faith that the marksman will take care of the rest.
[Kobold takes 11 damage] The kobold roll backward from the blow, bleeding from the cut across the chest.
Sanem darts in, deftly avoding which tiles his keen elven senses tell him are traps, before unleashing an Arrow into the last kobold. A quick step forward and a boot to the head sends the kobold over, bleeding it's lifeblood onto the ground. [Attack hits, and is enoough damage to drop the kobold.]
The last slinger, hearing the squishy death of it's comrade, turns tail and flees around the corner, pushing it's allies out of the way
With the kobolds in retreat, Doran leaps forward to see if he can hit one on the way out. Doran lets fly before ducking to the side and pressing his back to wall. The blade strikes true, pushing it past the limits of it's endurance, and it collapses against the far wall, leaving a bloody smear as it slides down.
[Attack hits and drops the kobold. Wow, you're rolling well]
All of this without uttering a word--Doran is accustom to violence in silence
Pleased with himself Clark lets out a little friendly taunting, "You know Gabe, I think you should change your focus from proving that Tieflings aren't jerks to proving that Tieflings aren't the ones who are wusses."
Seeing the cowardly Kobolds attempting to flee enraged Bladetongue. Shifting his weight he took chase, spitting curses in Draconic after the weak willed Kobolds, Bladetongue make comments about the Kobolds mothers that would have made a mule driver blush. Positioning himself near the gateway he raises his shield hand, glowing with eldritch energy.
A bolt leaps forth, finding it's way past the portcullis, but missing the retreating tail of the kobold. Instead, it leaves a glowing pockmark in the wall.
[Attack misses.]
With the Kobalds gone, Harknail moves to follow. Stopped by the wooden portcullis, Harknail sheathed his sword, the detached it from his hand. Since his shield was attached to his arm, his right hand was already free. Putting both hands on the portcullis, Harknail began to lift.
[Portcullus is made of wood and hemp rope. Much easier to lift]
With a mighty heave, Harknail lifts the gate into the the air...
by about a foot, before something gets caught. It'll take a bit more strength to break it free.
