Yttermayn's "Saga of the Dragon Cult" (IC) 2

[Scott DeWar]

"there is something in its pocket, Right there where it is smouldering." He uses the glowing head of the staff to point as he heads toward the kobold.

OOC: Well combat over, so i will give a better description of what I meant in the ooc thread.

 

[Yttermayn]

John's staff and the mystery item in the creatures robe glow brighter as John approaches. The pocket's material chars and falls away, and a small, brightly glowing object falls to the ground with a tiny 'clink!'. Meanwhile, the body itself starts to collapse in on itself.

 

[Voda Vosa]

Tuk frowns and reaches for the shiny pebble. Without any knowledge of the arcane, the warrior can't expect to actually know what to do, except of the different spots where he could throw this with a sling to inflict most damage. So he simply hands the thing to John.

 

[Scott DeWar]

OOC: it was glowing hotly, and burnt through cloth or leather. Is it still hot?

 

[Amaury]

Rosalia looks at Tuk with a neutral look and says: "Darling Tuk, wait, don't stop, there's more to shred apart.. half a dozen of them in the other corridor.. they were sleeping when I left them.."

Rosalia checks the place and try to understand its purpose, still unclear about the falling pebbles. She also makes sure the bodies are also turning into black goo.

 

[Yttermayn]

Upon contact with the object, there is a sizzling sound and a smell akin to frying bacon. Tuk reflexively drops the extremely hot bit of metal and shakes his hand with a hiss.
After Rosalia's gentle admonishment of Tuk, she tried to assess the purpose of the room.

This is the most comfortable cave you have yet found. Its floor is smooth and the area is largely free of stalagmites and stalactites. The chamber itself is richly appointed by kobold standards. Old, moth-eaten tapestries stained with water and blood hang from the walls as trophies from caravans long ago. A wide, low stone set into the middle of the southwestern wall serves as a crude desk. A single black candle set in a golden holder rests in the middle of the desk, while a leather bound book lies open before it. Four pallets consisting of furs and blankets are piled along the western wall, while a noticeably larger pallet is kept at the eastern wall. Tucked next to the large pallet are a dozen black candles.

Near the top of the tunnel to this room, there are a pair of large divots where the boulders likely sat, along with a pair of stools with a couple piles of pebbles nearby. Apparently, the guards entertained themselves with some kobold game involving tossing pebbles down the corridor to pass the time on their shifts. The five bodies all leak viscous black fluid from their wounds as they cave in, coating the floor with dark slickness.

Rosalia
Grok -4hp
Scrag -9hp
Tuk -5hp
John -2hp
Roderic -7hp

 

[Leif]

Grok half-orc cleric, OOC

OOC: I can't remember if Grok has recovered his allotment of spells lately or not. If he is currently able to do so, he will offer cures to the wounded warriors.

 

[Helfdan]

Roderic gives a brief prayer of thanks for their victory before turning to Rosalia. "Did I hear you correctly milady? There are more of the foe close at hand?"

 

[Scott DeWar]

John will try to pick up the object dropped by Tuk.

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Good, more black gooy to spill" Replies the vicious fighter, before unleashing his wicked weapon of massive destruction again.