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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Aethmud" data-source="post: 9511965" data-attributes="member: 6746292">Jack clasps Trex’s tail-tip in his pinky with a conspiratorial grin, shaking it with eager sincerity. "Done deal, my scaly friend! You and I, we are henceforth and forevermore brothers in the fine art of sabotage. Why, if I had a shiny rock for every time I've tricked someone into a trap, I’d be drowning in gems! But enough about my past. Let’s get to planning."He leans in, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret so juicy it could be spread on toast. "Picture this, Trex: when we return, first we signal you and go sneak over to our places hiding near the bridge.  Then, you and your kobold stalwarts lure one or two of those frosty-faced cultists into the bucket lift. Maybe tell them they need to come help with a mine cave-in. Just a nice casual ride down at first, a little bumpy, nothing suspicious... until, WHOOSH! Down they go, faster than a fairy fleeing a cat! That’ll be our signal. We're hiding near the bridge and, when that lift crashes, that’s when we swoop in and attack!"Jack's grin widens as he continues, "Then, mid-battle, we’ll drive another one of those not-so-priests onto your wobbly ol’ bridge. And just when they think they’ve got the high ground, BAM you boys pull the pin, and down goes another Wintry Weirdo.  Better yet if we can get Wahorna herself onto the bridge trap!"He chuckles, flicking a stray spark of magic from his fingers. "Don’t you worry, Trex. Once we’re through with Wahorna and her not-priests, they won’t be hassling you or any of your mates again. You’ll have your gem mines all to yourselves. You can dig, you can stash, you can build a crown out of jewels if it strikes your fancy."Jack tilts his head, reminiscing for a moment. "You know, this whole plan reminds me of a time back in the Feywild. You see, I was being chased by a cranky nymph with a bouquet of talking flowers.There was this rickety old bridge over a stream, looked solid enough, till you set foot on it. She chased me over the bridge, but she tripped, and the flowers screamed in terror as they all tumbled into the river! I can still hear those tiny voices crying out, ‘Help! We’re wilting!’" Jack laughs, wiping a tear from his eye. "Moral of the story: sometimes, a good plan just needs the right bridge and the wrong person on it."He looks around to the other three kobolds, "What do you say, are the rest of you ready to give Wahorna and her Wintry Wierdos some payback, and claim your gem mines for yourselves?"</blockquote>

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