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<blockquote data-quote="CanadienneBacon" data-source="post: 6678332" data-attributes="member: 11146">Surprise Round, ResolvedRECAP:&nbsp; Father Spec stood close to the t-intersection. He peered into the corridor, but didn't see anything other than his colleagues to his front.&nbsp; Guran motioned to Colden to back up a few yards, then backed up himself.&nbsp; He drew a handaxe.&nbsp; Colden followed suit and moved backward away from the open door, his weapon drawn.&nbsp; Roscoe thought he heard filthy orcs, so he drew his short sword.&nbsp; Fulgrim, who was furthest from the dogleg, readied afire bolt.The chanting was in Elvish, but only Roscoe spoke that tongue.[sblock=Fulgrim, Spec, and Roscoe]Fulgrim and Spec know this:&nbsp; Hard to tell in the echochamber and confusion what language that is, but the chanting is definitely spellcasting of some species.&nbsp; Or a bard well-versed in voice modulation and trickery, perhaps.&nbsp; [sblock=Roscoe only]How on earth is the party barbarian the only character to speak Elvish?!&nbsp; Too funny.&nbsp; The chanting is rhythmic, ritualistic perhaps, and of a peculiar dialect that Roscoe isn't entirely familiar with.&nbsp; He does, however, make out words he's heard the totem sorcerer in his home tribe use.&nbsp; It's definitely arcane spellcasting of some sort.&nbsp; Roscoe recognizes the Elvish for &quot;silence.&quot;[/sblock][/sblock]The chanting stopped, and all was deadly silent for a long three seconds.&nbsp; A kobold in robes of vivid blue too long for its runty frame stepped forward.&nbsp; It carried an open tome in one hand, and a dagger in the other.&nbsp; The wicked creature began chanting.&nbsp; Its voice was harsh, croaking, and nothing at all like the previous nearly melodic chanting.&nbsp; This time, however, Fulgrim recognized the speech as draconic.&nbsp; Without hesitation, Fulgrim released his fire bolt in a straight shot down the corridor.&nbsp; A mote of fire <a href="http://www.coyotecode.net/roll/lookup.php?rollid=95376" target="_blank">burst against the robbed kobold,</a> hitting it squarely in the mid-section, and dealing <a href="http://www.coyotecode.net/roll/lookup.php?rollid=95383" target="_blank">8 points of damage.</a>&nbsp; The creature and its heavy robes burst into flame, and it dropped its book.&nbsp; The kobold did not, however, topple over; instead, it shrieked hideously in obvious pain, and set about beating out the flames from its robes, hissing all the while.&nbsp; When that failed to put out the fire, the beast retreated behind the bend in the dogleg.&nbsp; Its pained cries carried loudly down the hall.[ATTACH]69670[/ATTACH]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="CanadienneBacon, post: 6678332, member: 11146"] [b]Surprise Round, Resolved[/b] [B][U]RECAP[/U]:[/B] Father Spec stood close to the t-intersection. He peered into the corridor, but didn't see anything other than his colleagues to his front. Guran motioned to Colden to back up a few yards, then backed up himself. He drew a handaxe. Colden followed suit and moved backward away from the open door, his weapon drawn. Roscoe thought he heard filthy orcs, so he drew his short sword. Fulgrim, who was furthest from the dogleg, readied a[I]fire bolt[/I]. The chanting was in Elvish, but only Roscoe spoke that tongue.[sblock=Fulgrim, Spec, and Roscoe]Fulgrim and Spec know this: Hard to tell in the echochamber and confusion what language that is, but the chanting is definitely spellcasting of some species. Or a bard well-versed in voice modulation and trickery, perhaps. [sblock=Roscoe only]How on earth is the party barbarian the only character to speak Elvish?! Too funny. The chanting is rhythmic, ritualistic perhaps, and of a peculiar dialect that Roscoe isn't entirely familiar with. He does, however, make out words he's heard the totem sorcerer in his home tribe use. It's definitely arcane spellcasting of some sort. Roscoe recognizes the Elvish for "silence."[/sblock][/sblock] The chanting stopped, and all was deadly silent for a long three seconds. A kobold in robes of vivid blue too long for its runty frame stepped forward. It carried an open tome in one hand, and a dagger in the other. The wicked creature began chanting. Its voice was harsh, croaking, and nothing at all like the previous nearly melodic chanting. This time, however, Fulgrim recognized the speech as draconic. Without hesitation, Fulgrim released his [I]fire bolt[/I] in a straight shot down the corridor. A mote of fire [url=http://www.coyotecode.net/roll/lookup.php?rollid=95376]burst against the robbed kobold,[/url] hitting it squarely in the mid-section, and dealing [url=http://www.coyotecode.net/roll/lookup.php?rollid=95383]8 points of damage.[/url] The creature and its heavy robes burst into flame, and it dropped its book. The kobold did not, however, topple over; instead, it shrieked hideously in obvious pain, and set about beating out the flames from its robes, hissing all the while. When that failed to put out the fire, the beast retreated behind the bend in the dogleg. Its pained cries carried loudly down the hall. [ATTACH=CONFIG]69670[/ATTACH] [/QUOTE]

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