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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Goonalan" data-source="post: 5430221" data-attributes="member: 16069">This from Rogar's account of Session 7:<session 07>Oh Nebradil.  Such power but kinda limited on the focus.  From what was said afterwards, he used his magic to make the sound of falling and clinking coins (such a very good idea, give them what they want) to distract the Kobolds but I guess he loudly spoke magic words to go along with that and the Kobolds knew there was magery afoot!This all happened at the old farm house, close to the barn where we rested.. just this morning.  Wow, feels like it’s been a month and a half!  Maldor snuck over the road but I noticed that a group of seven Kobolds where re-looting the farmhouse.  I told the others and we decided to leave them to their fruitless activity.  This is when Neb tried his magic and rang the dinner bell.Me and Maldor hustled back while the fight raged, with Resolute blocking the back door so the only way Kobolds could get out is being flung aside by his fists.  Neb and Jeb clamboured in through  whole in the wall and kinda got surrounded.  One of the kobolds tried to flank by coming out the front door, but he ran into Maldor’s greatsword and my fists.There where two groups of Kobolds, the first where the most dangerous, being well armoured and hiding behind a large shield.  The other Kobolds where... special.  They must have been poor, even for Kobolds as they didn’t have proper armour, just cobbled (kobbled?) together bits of metal and hide.  One good hit broke the armour apart and left them (even more) defenceless.Apart from a couple of lucky and nasty stabs from the armoured one’s shortswords, we got off lightly and Drake’s magic helped Resolute and Neb recover.  There was an upside to this as well, while neither us nor the kobolds found anything useful in the house, the Kobolds had found something nice beforehand, 40 gold coins stored in a purse made from a leather glove.  Oh, Kobolds.Upto now, I must say that Maldor has been the nicest and most positive follower of the Stern Lady that I have met.  So often they are dark in personality, dwelling on death and wanting to share their cold misery; but Maldor had been free of that.  But now... that darkness showed through and... well I think it was useful for us.  Maldor solved the problem of what to do with seven dead kobolds by cutting out an eye from each of the bodies, made it look like the Severed Eye orcs where responsible.  A useful tactic that will throw off suspicion and maybe cause a little in-fighting... but the blood on his hands.  It’s different in a fight, here it’s kill or be killed, fighting for our lives... but this was afterwards.Back in the library now, I carefully crept a head and confirmed that nothing had been in here since we left.  I write this in the lowest level of the library, away from the mud of course.It’s absurd when you think about it.  Just a couple of days ago, just two days ago we where all in Fallcrest, we didn’t know each other.  Now are are cramped in a couple of small rooms underneath a ruined library, hiding from Kobolds, Goblins, Orcs and worse.  There is blood on all our hands (except Drake), our own blood on our clothes (even Drake), gold, gemstones and magical weapons in our possesions.  We have bargained with a Dragon (A DRAGON!), helped a wererat, encounted elementals, struck down important and evil goblin leaders.And you know what?  I wouldn’t have it any other way.  This is my real life, all that came before this was mearly a prelude, preperation.  I’m Rogar Riverborn, the Adventurer.Day 04)We posted a watch, or rather a ‘listen’, but nothing happened while we rested.  It must be about midnight now.  I got to spend a little time practicing my katas and changing my style a little.  The real combat experiance his taught me so much.  For example, it’s so clear now that a good opening is so much more important.  In training, all the bouts where clearly defined and planned.  You knew you where about to fight, along with where, who and why.  In the dungeon, in the streets, that is the exception, not the rule.  Now I think i’m better prepared for starting well, with a couple of moves that will let me really take someone down quickly.  In addition, I am sure that I’ve got a better grasp of sneaking around, which should be useful in this place.  Turns out I’ll get a chance to try these skills out soon enough.We got back up to the first basement of the library when we realised that we where no longer alone here.  Clear sounds of breaking wood and flickering torch-light.  I sealed my torch, scouted ahead and then reported back to the group:  Seven Goblins!  Some with javelins, some with two-handed (for goblins atleast) axes and one of their warlike clerics.  They where clearly searching for something, and that ‘thing’ was us.  I got everyone back a couple of rooms to discuss this and then down a level to the place where we where first attacked by Bullywugs.The basement was a terrible place to try and fight in, you see.  Would have bottled us up badly and made an easy avenue for the goblins to escape through.  The next level down was much better.  A steep spiral staircase, two doors to charge through, plenty of junk to hide behind.The trap is set, ther goblins blunder in, clearly looking for us and new to the place.  When they are all in the room and one wanders close enough to reach, we attack!Could have gone better, but still a decisive victory.  The Goblin leader get a mailed fist in the face from Resolute, then a blast of radiance from Drake, then I sweep around the room and crush him down before he can speak his magic words or swing his axe.  The ones with axes prove to be a but potential threat, swinging around those big axes and even going into some type of rage as we fought them.  The other goblins had javelins and where less of a worry.  They did move impressivly, until we got up close and pinned them down.  I knocked one of them out at the foot of the stairs and the other got trapped by Resolute’s gauntlets while we fought the axe-manaics.  The last goblin surrenders and tries to hurl himself at Drake’s feet for clemency, but Resolute grabs him and keeps him away from the impressionable one.</blockquote>

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