Ptolus- Palace of the Silver Princess (Campy)


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Thym continues to throw eldritch spears all day long, the sound effects of which quickly move from the fantasy esque "woosh" to the much too anachronistic sounds of heavy missile fire.
 

The kobold that is attacking Thorg is deflected once more by his armor, although he takes a moment to kick his companion awake. Another kobold is able to cut Guy slightly (-2 hps to Guy), although this only serves to pester the swordsman and cause the creature grief as Guy hits the kobold with both blades, killing him as Thym's blast hits the quick creature from behind.

Renard misses with his rapid shots despite being boosted by Carl's singing. Samuel also misses with another shot from his sling, although Thorg wounds a kobold with a glancing blow from his mace.

The surviving three kobolds fall to their knees after dropping their blades, the one that had just been kicked awake saying in broken common, "Agh, tall ones surrender we do! You win! You win! Take our treasure!" He points to a sack of copper coins and shiny pebbles in the corner behind him.
 

Thorg stops a moment and regards the three kobolds. He picks up their blades and crossbows, saying, "You can get these from the teacher after class. You all get detention."

He looks around. "Um, okay, who's got an owie?"
 

"About time you paid for your tuition! What did you think this was, a public school?" Carl says as he picks up the bag of coins the kobolds pointed to. "Anything else the teacher should be aware of?"
 

"More importantly, what is transpiring in this place? Kobolds in class seem out of place in a palace to me." asks Thym somewhat cryptically.
 

"Ok, ok... talking, but no thwacking! We work here for master! He mighty priest! He has bigger hat than any of us," the kobold says pointing at this little cone-shaped headpiece with the red eyes badly painted on. "He has got bigger allies than just us. Not as smart, no no no. Not smart, but big! Big like you! Ummm... can we flee for lives now?"
 


"Errr... no. There is nothing dangerous at all anywhere, big one. For instance, we not trap the sack of coins at all with a poison. Nothing to worry." He gives a hesitant thumbs up and crooked smile.
 

"Right, where is this big cleric then?" asks Thym. He'll warn any of his friends not to touch the bag yet if they try to, otherwise he leaves that obvious tidbit alone.
 

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