[Koboldquest] Delivering the box

[Lefferts]

Ignoring Serk, Zort nods at Kadan in agreement with his suggestion and pulls out his spear.

 

[Diirk]

With a startled look, Miki darts back to the other side of the room behind the table, and draws his bow. Nocking an arrow, he takes aim and waits.

 

[Krug]

Lok-Nar and Nah'l both raise their weapons, indicating to Kadan to go ahead.

The cow has made its way to the kitchen window and looks pleased with itself at finding the group.

 

[Ankh-Morpork Guard]

Taden watches the others carefully, seeing that they aren't in the mood for the 'leave box and go home' plan. So, not liking this, he draws his small sword and waits...giving Target an accusing glance every few moments and trying to ignore that cow.

 

[Krug]

Waiting for Kadan

 

[The Baron]

Kadan tries (but fails) to surpress a wide grin as the entire group agrees with his course of action. He speaks a few arcane words undeneath his breath and makes a quick jerking movement with his free hand.

 

[The Baron]

ooc: Mage Hand on the chair - I'll continue to apply pressure from different angles if the initial tug doesn't work

 

[Krug]

Kadan's spell moves the chair slightly, and it topples over. As it opens, the party sees a 6' tall man-like creature make entirely out of pasty. A few red patches smear its baked crust and there's the distinct aroma of something having been in the oven for way too long.

Initiative: Miki, Sort, Lok-nar, Kadan, Serk, Nah'l, Taden, Creature

Creature indicated with a C. I've placed Lok-Nar and Nah'l but for the rest of you may place yourselves within the room as you wish. Just state what square you're in.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Lok-Nar looks at the creature with confusion, then grabs their flail tightly.*

"Yaaaaaar!" Lok screams as they charge.

 

[Diirk]

Miki gapes at the creature and bursts out laughing. "Watch out; its a cherry pie elemental ! Its come to give us our just desserts !".

Still laughing, he staggers a bit and manages to trip on his bow, sprawling flat on his face. This does little to stem his humour and he rolls around on the floor clutching his stomach and gasping breaths inbetween chortles.

(OOC: in square f8)