The bubbling kobold screams what you are sure are some Draconic obscenities before he stops twitching. Several of the fleeing kobolds stop in their tracks and turn to look at you, with two of their dead at your feet.
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Assuming my internet cooperates, we'll get this show on the road again. I do apologize for my tardiness. Forgive me?
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well considering you were expecting to take a couple of days longer to get on line, I guess I will forgive you this time. Hmmmm, bubling kobolds. such a beautiful visage.
The sight of all of the kobolds stopping and staring at the party causes yet another moment of intellegent responses from the barbarian, "uh oh" says Caerwyn, "We may have a problem here."
A foghorn echoes through the night sky, as somewhere in the docks district a large cargo ship prepares to depart. The captain scans the docks with his good eye as the crew raise the anchor.
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"The ship!" the mage gasps. "I've got to be on it! He'll have me quartered if I'm not out of town before the sun rises." He look at the group of you, and then at the horde of kobolds before settling back upon you. "Uh... good luck mates!" In an instant he is off, and the kobold horde slowly advances.
With his crossbow at the ready, Buurt tries one more thing, in hopes to delay this bloody mess or, better yet, turn it aside.
First in goblin, then in orc, Buurt says a short phrase that is commonly used in both to halt hostilities, at least if a peaceful end to the situation is possible. However, if it's not, then Buurt is prepared to fight.
OOC
Buurt has zero skill in diplomacy and a zero modifier from his charisma, so it'd be a flat roll as he attempts to see if any of the kobolds speak orc or goblin and, if they don't, then he's ready to fight.
Talashia, distracted by the kobolds, is too slow to grab the fleeing man.
"Wait!" she yells after him. "We need...information...about...DAMNIT!"
Enraged at the loss of the one they'd invested so much time and effort in seeing, she whirls to face the kobolds again. Spears of lightning flicker and crackle through her hair and up and down her arms.
"What are YOU looking at?!" she demands belligerantly.
Buurt's linguistics do little to stop the kobolds, but Talashia tirade seems to do the trick quite effectively. The entire horde stops en masse, evidently too afraid to move another inch; their eyes locked onto the crackling energy moving up and down her slender arms.
((OOC: I had a pretty little bit of prose going, but enworld barfed and now it's gone, so I'm going short now: sending Dyspeer after the fleeing caster. +6 bite, and if he hits he gets an auto-trip attempt with and extra +1.))
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[ooc to Jkason] bummer dude. wish i could have seen it! [/ooc]
Caerwyn feels the hairs on the back of his neck f5rom the static, as the crackling energy snaps at his attention. He turns slightly so as not to lose sight of the Kobolds, but to look at where the energy is coming from. His sister is givin rise of the blue arcs, he tmeper flaring almost as dangerously as the energy nimbus around her hands.
"Easy there sis, lets be careful where you aim that stuff, eh?'
The dwarf starts off in undercommon with a few hesitations having had little practice at diplomacy. "Let's all just calm down. We really don't want to harm you lot. Our quarrel is with those flesh twisting masses that seem to be everywhere under the city. Parley with us a little and share what you know. We'll keep the lightning lady hear from harming you."
Dyspeer rushes after the fleeing caster, and brings him down easily. The man struggles to free the leg of his breeches from the wolf's maw, but Dyspeer holds strong.
The kobolds seem recognize Rogash's attempt at parley, but don't yet respond.
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(edit: sorry, just noticed this is the IC thread)
Oops! Dang this is the IC, isn't it?
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