"Kobolds! you mean I ran away from KOBOLDS? How embarrassing!" as Uulark says this, he sets his spear to receive the charge of any kobold that reaches his position.
"Hey, Caerwyn, if you want you can use my crossbow. You'll probably be much more effective with it than I am, anyway." Uulark motions for Caerwyn to help himself to Uulark's crossbow and gear strapped to his waist and belt, while Uulark continues to hold his spear to receive the charge from any overly feisty kobolds.
"This town should feel lucky that there isn't a way to let those beasts out, yet keep them from the innocent folk and Oerth as whole." Buurt says with a cold tonality to his voice. "Else I'd say let them have this place."
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"Hey, Caerwyn, if you want you can use my crossbow. You'll probably be much more effective with it than I am, anyway." Uulark motions for Caerwyn to help himself to Uulark's crossbow and gear strapped to his waist and belt, while Uulark continues to hold his spear to receive the charge from any overly feisty kobolds.
Caerwyn acceps the cross bow, hefts it with ease and in one fluid motion cocks it and loads it with a bolt. He kneels down on one knee and sights in on one of the kobolds (one that is headed his way if there is one)
"Are you sure Uulark? this could be what saves you life?"
"Excuse me," Talashia says, "Does no one else see the -horde of kobolds- pouring out into the city?! This is a huge problem!! Do any of you speak their language?"
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"I see them, it is just that a gaggle of panicked fiends like kobolds is as easy to deal with as picking up a chaos beas with your bare hands with out becoming infected. As for their language, it is easier to understand the thoughts of a woman thenit is underastand their shrieking barks."
He glances back at Shazi and gives a quick wink. "oops, did i just say that out loud?"
"by the way, have any of you seen them comit an act of evil? I have not. "
if one commits an act of evil
in case he sees one act evilly as it runns away, such as attack any one, raid a food stand ... he will attack it. if one comes charging toward the party, he will attack it.
"Excuse me," Talashia says, "Does no one else see the -horde of kobolds- pouring out into the city?! This is a huge problem!! Do any of you speak their language?"
"I don't speak dragon's tongue," says Buurt with a shrug. "Usually need a wizard around for that. But, if there's a smart one in that lot, they probably speak common. They honestly look more scared than dangerous, can't say I blame them."
With that said, Buurt takes off in a slow, effortless gait, reminiscent of wolves lethal, yet lazy gait. The scout will get close enough to the group of kobolds to make out what might be the brains of the lot and, from a distance, shout out, "Any of you lot speak the common tongue?"
While Buurt isn't looking for a fight, he's ready if it happens.
"If you're looking to be peacible, then I can help you get out of town," states Buurt. "But, we're not likely to let you reek havoc upon this place, or at least she's not willing to let us live it down if we do."
The last bit is said with a bite of humor in Buurt's voice, as well as a mild grin.
OOC
I figured that with Buurt's skills in dungeoneering, nature, and his experiences, he'd have a good idea of the language habits of kobolds. Buurt's goal is to either get a clue as to the intentions of these folks, which to him looks like an evacuation, and go from there.
Caerwyn acceps the cross bow, hefts it with ease and in one fluid motion cocks it and loads it with a bolt. He kneels down on one knee and sights in on one of the kobolds (one that is headed his way if there is one)
"Are you sure Uulark? this could be what saves you life?"
"Oh, I'm not giving it to you to keep! I just thought that you might like to use it for this immediate need."
The horde of kobolds is unfettered by your defensive stance, and continues its charge in your direction. Buurt speech falls on deaf ears as they rush past you as if you're not even there.
One trips, and falls on Uulark's spear. The last of the horde passes as he tries to shake the thing free. Amidst it's dying screams, an even more terrible moan comes from the alley, and one lone kobold--or half kobold, half bubbling mass of goo--hobbles its way toward the group. As he approaches, he reaches ou ta trembling hand, and his fingers seem to melt back into themselves.
Talashia curses and stretches out a hand, chanting in the Auran tongue. Sparks arc between her fingers, and down her arm, finally erupting in a wild torrent of lightning that writhes towards the still forming chaos beast!
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Uulark, having (wisely) passed his missile weapon to Caerwyn pries the draconic corpse off his spear and intones a brief prayer: "Oh Lords of Light, Guide our aim and our blows. Make them truly deadly to this foul mockery of life!"
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