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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ReeboKesh" data-source="post: 4404424" data-attributes="member: 40101">Session 2 – Chapter 3   “Ow! I’ve got a sore Irontooth!” _______________     “Oooowwww. My head… why did I drink sooo much?….” Asrana wasn’t feeling so well this morning and neither was her hangover. She, along with the others, had all come downstairs for breakfast, a late breakfast. Well except for Balasar who hadn’t drank last night and Anghus who didn’t seem to suffer from hangovers. The dwarf and the dragonborn polished off their huge breakfast of eggs, bacon, lamb and sugarbread while Asrana, Ninara and Tym watched on with their stomachs a churning.     Tym’s stomach rumbled audibly. Suddenly he sprang to his feet clutching his mouth and ran outside. The sound of Tym hurling caused Anghus to burst out laughing. Balasar just shook his scaled head.     “So what is the plan this morning my companions?” asked the dragonborn breaking another loaf of sweetbread in half.     “We kill kobolds!” exclaimed Anghus. “Lots of kobolds!”     Asrana watched Tym re-enter the inn, he didn’t look to well. She turned to the others as he woozily sat down. “We’re going to need a cart.” She ran her fingers through her hair. It was a mess. Was that vomit? She didn’t immediately notice Balasar talking to her. “Huh?”   “I said, why do we need a cart Asrana ?”     “To carry all the kobold skulls, of course. You don’t think we’re going to fit them all in our backpacks do you? Plus they’ll stink of blood and brains…” Asrana wished she hadn’t just said ‘blood and brains’. She turned to Ninara to see how her hangover was doing. The elven bow woman was sitting crossed legged in her chair and was massaging her own temples. Her eyes were closed.     “Yes Asrana?” asked Ninara.      Asrana was taken aback. She was only half elf herself but clearly the full-blooded of her kind had some unique empathic abilities. “Is that working for you Ninara?”     Ninara exhaled and opened her eyes to look at Asrana. “Yes it is. Do you want me to try it on you?”     “Yes please!” said Asrana sounding a little too eager. She brought up her legs, crossed them and closed her eyes. Nothing happened for a moment then she felt Ninara’s warm, slender fingers touch the side of her temples and begin to massage. Asrana found the massage quite relaxing, Ninara then moved her hands down her neck and began to massage her shoulders. Asrana let out a soft moan.     Tym and Anghus sat watching, jaws a slack. Balasar looked at the two men and then at the women, then he interrupted them. “So, where do we get this cart from and how are we going to pull it around?”      Asrana opened one eye and glanced sideways at Balasar. “We can get one from one of the farms.”     “Very well then.” said Balasar.     “And you can pull it for us.” Asrana closed her eye again.     “What?! I am dragonborn! Not some draft horse! How dare you!” Balasar stood up knocking over his chair.     Tym quickly intervened before it turned ugly. “Balasar relax. She’s kidding, you know, humour?”   Asrana shrugged her shoulders and tried to hide a smile.      Ninara, whose fingers had grown sore from massaging, stopped and stood up. “We should get going.”     “Oh. You’re finished already?” Asrana felt relaxed by the massage, almost as if she had taken a nap. “I agree, we should get going.”     The companions gathered their gear and armour, strapped on their weapons and bid farewell to the innkeeper. It was time for adventure but first they had to find a cart, as well as something to pull it.     _______________   Balasar guided the mule that was pulling the cart. Riding in the cart were Asrana, Anghus and Tym. Ninara walked alongside.     “I do not feel right about this.” grumbled Balasar. “I mean, did we leave enough gold pieces to cover the cost of this mule and the cart?” The heroes had just decided to just take a cart and mule from one of the farms outside Winterhaven without asking permission. For starters no one was home so they all felt, with the exception of Balasar, leaving some coin and a note was good enough rather than waiting around to ask the owner. After all they were adventurers and had adventuring to do.     Asrana sighed. “Don’t worry Balasar. If you still feel bad when we get back we’ll give the owner some more gold to keep him happy. How does that sound?”     “Aye, he ain’t getting any more of my gold.” Anghus protested. “Daft fool shouldn’t leave a donkey and cart unattended. Doesn’t he know there are thieves about?”     “I guess so. I just worry for this beast of burden; the company of adventures is no place for a farm animal.” Balasar patted the mule and fed it an apple he had purchased from a fruit stall in the market place. The mule munched into the apple greedily.     “Balasar what can possibly happen to our mule? It’s not like we’re going to ride it into battle…” and with those words the heroes suddenly found themselves surrounded and caught unprepared by a group of kobolds hiding in ambush!      _______________      Though a smaller group than the one the heroes first encountered, numbering only five, this group had been better prepared for an ambush. It was composed of three of the dragonshield carrying kobolds, a nimble skirmisher with a spear and light shield and their leader a wyrmpriest, who wore crimson coloured hide armour and a draconic looking bone mask.     “The Dragon Queen rewards the fearless!” cried out the wyrmpriest in Draconic. Bolstered by their leader, the dragonshields rushed into combat, two of them attacking Ninara while the other joined the skirmisher in attacking Balasar.     Ninara cursed herself, she should have spotted the ambush easily but her thoughts had been preoccupied with other things. She managed to dodge the dragonshield’s sword thrusts and backpedalled in order to get a clear shot. Alas these kobolds were trained to ‘stick’ to their targets and the two moved in close foiling her attack. Ninara dropped her bow in frustration and drew her longsword. It felt clumsy in her hand and she could not recall the last time she had actually swung the blade. She swung at one of the kobolds who easily deflected her clumsy swing with his shield; obviously it had been a while.     The third dragonshield barrelled into Balasar knocking him to the side right into the spear point of the skirmisher. “Arrrrgh!” cried the dragonborn, as he tried to heave his maul in a wide arc to keep the kobolds at bay. Wary of the huge weapon the two kobolds shifted out of its dangerous arc. Balasar moved away from the cart in order to protect the others and challenged the kobolds to attack him “Come get me you dog-lizards!”     Proud of his successful ambush, the wyrmpriest’s attention moved to the cart and he saw the three lightly armoured occupants, he smiled to himself and began to weave his hands in the air in a circular motion. Greenish-yellow mist began to coalesce into a liquid globe and with a thrust of his clawed hands he sent the orb flying towards the cart.      Anghus spotted the globe coming and ducked “Incoming!” he yelled. Asrana and Tym leapt off the side. The globe of acid splashed into the side of the cart but no one was hurt. Cursing, the wyrmpriest rushed forward to press the attack.     Anghus stood up and focused his Warlock’s Curse on the skirmisher harassing Balasar then he brought his hands together, open palmed and unleashed a crackling blast of dark energy it. The skirmisher yelped in pain and turned its attention to the dwarf. It rushed toward the cart ducking under Balasar’s heavy swing, it wanted to taste dwarf flesh.     Asrana stepped out in front of the cart and pointed her finger at the wyrmpriest cursing him and simultaneously launching a blast of black flames. The wyrmpriest laughed as the attack barely scorched him and stepped toward Asrana. An evil gleam sparkled in its eyes as it opened its small kobold jaws and unleashed a cone of roaring flame. Asrana screamed in pain as the flames seared her right arm, her scream was accompanied by the horrible cry of the mule tethered to the cart who suffered the full brunt of the kobold’s fiery breath. It collapsed to the ground dead as Asrana dropped, and rolled out the flames licking at her clothes.     Ninara considered running for all seemed lost but she knew these kobolds would cut her down from behind the moment she turned. She chanced a look at her companions and was rewarded with a slice across the face from one of the dragonshields who had leapt up to cut her head off. There was a brief sensation of pain then her cheek felt warm as blood exploded down her face. This was going to be it she thought.  Suddenly a roar of flames engulfed her attackers and for the longest moment, it seemed like the flames where alive, consuming the dragonshields where they stood. She leapt back, dropped her useless sword and snatched her bow from the ground as she went into a roll. Coming back up on one knee she drew two arrows in one swift motion and launched them at the still burning kobolds. Both arrows found their marks and the dragonshields collapsed in a smoking, burning heap. She turned to thank Tym but his attention was on their enemies, he calmly drew forth a wand from his robes and launched an arrow, glowing with fiery radiance at the wyrmpriest. It struck home, tearing through the kobold’s shoulder.     The wyrmpriest was in pain and now it was getting worried, it had seen two of its dragonshields go down and caught the death of the skirmisher as it was consumed by hellish green flames that seem to rise up from the ground at the command of the dwarven warlock. The wizard was the most dangerous foe it calculated and it conjured another globe of acid and launched it at Tym. Tym saw the globe of burning acid spinning towards him and he casually stepped to the side and watched it pass by. He slowly turned to face the wyrmpriest with a look of utter disdain. Muttering arcane words Tym spun around twice each time launching flaming magic missile, first with his right hand then the left. The first projectile struck the wyrmpriest with such force that it launched it backwards into the air, the second missile punctured its body and when it hit the ground it was dead.     At this stage Balasar had been having the worst luck he had ever experienced. He actually felt like green recruit facing off against a superior warrior. The dragonshield kobold bore not a single scratch while he was bleeding profusely from a wound to the belly and a deep cut across his right thigh. The kobold hissed in Draconic. “Your death is at hand brother, the Dragon Queen has granted me invulnerability and the strength to defeat my foes.” With that, the kobold deflected Balasar’s maul with its shield and plunged its sword into the dragonborn’s chest.     To be continued…         [FONT=&quot]_______________  [/FONT]</blockquote>

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