The walls of this cavern are decorated by a rickety wooden frame formed from clean-cut branches lashed together with gut and twine. Banners cut from two-foot-wide strips of old blankets and horse hides hang from floor to ceiling, covering much of the walls. The sloppily painted banners bear dozens of primitive icons and mystic symbols. A large cauldron filled with bubbling red liquid boils in the center of the room. A fearsome oddly colored Kobold stands at the caldron a big black raven on his shoulder glares malevently at you as you enter. The Kobold shouts in Common, "Who are these interlopers that dare disturb the lair of divine Turtuk?" Chief Sootscale shouts back, "Your time is over Tartuk. We don't need you any more. Your false god lays shattered on the floor." Seeing murder in the chief's eye, the Shaman points a wand and shouts 'death' and two missiles of force fly out to strike Chief Sootscale in the chest. He remains on his feet, but it obviously hurt. The other Kobolds hesitate obviously fearful.
OOC: The shaman, Tartuk, has acted the party is up. Actions?