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Session 3, Part 1: The look of disgust…
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Continuing south from the Bee Hive, They noticed that the cave continued for a short ways and then sharply ended. There was however a crack in the wall that a person could wiggle through, and it was guarded by two aggressive kobolds.
Spiderfang and Drexel were able to able to translate the sharp yipping sounds as warnings spoken by the kobolds in a form of butchered Draconian. The party soon found that their threats were hollow as each creature fell to the first barrage of crossbow fire.
Moving up to the crack in the wall, the party let Borghin go first to check things out. He said that it was an empty hallway, so the others followed without hesitation. Rougher came through last in case he was too large and got stuck in the crevice.
Once the party entered the hall they noticed three major features: a crumbled and caved-in staircase to the west, a bend in the passage to the east, and a silky black stone centered on the south wall. Borghin quickly approached the door, at first searching for traps, and then resorted to looking for anything that would act as either a lock or handle.
Holden, noticing Borghin’s difficulty in discovering a mechanism to open the door, began to search the door as well. Holden hid a few of those roguish talents up his sleeve as well.
The others were growing tired of the ineffectiveness of the search, until they heard the sound of more kobolds around the corner to the east. Using the call of battle as an excuse to interrupt the dullness of the unfruitful search, the party readied for action.
As the group came running around the corner, they noticed that the hallway ended in a storage room that was now overtaken by a small kobold camp. These kobolds hearing the party’s preoccupation with the nearby door and had prepared for battle as well. They were also employing the aid of a very scraggly looking dire weasel.
The battle should have been very simple, in theory. The party knew that they had the upper hand, but decided that they would show off. Drexel, who was the first to fire managed to hastily load his crossbow and sent his bolt spinning out of control into the air.
Ziona attempting to place a shot over Holden’s shoulder, managed to lodge the bolt directly into his back. Borghin also fumbled his shot, narrowly missing Spiderfangs head. Meanwhile Rougher reaching back with his greatclub to take a hearty swing, clubbed Drexel in the head, nearly knocking him unconscious. All of the commotion also took Spiderfang by surprise, breaking his concentration and skinned his hand against the tight and jagged wall.
Holden, the only one who didn’t folly during the combat began cutting through the kobold front line. The others managed to pull themselves together and joined Holden in the onslaught of the feeble creatures.
During the combat, one kobold in particular had retreated back and was hiding behind some crates and barrels. After the party had torn through their final line of defense, Spiderfang ran up and called out for the hiding kobold to show himself.
“NOOOO, YOU LEAVE LEPER ALONE,” it whined in draconic.
Believing the comment about leprosy to be a ploy, Spiderfang proceeded to leap over the barrels and knocked the kobold into unconsciousness with one swift hit from the palm of his hand.
After the situation was under control, Holden began searching the barrels for any possible treasure that these filthy creatures may have. He was pleasantly surprised when he found several jars of uneaten honey.
Meanwhile, Spiderfang opened a large create near the unconscious kobold, only to find a good size half-orc curled up, and upside-down in the box. He was covered in bee stings from head to toe and was rather incoherent. Ziona stepped up to heal the tortured man.
He was grateful for the healing, although still weakened by the effects of the poison. As Drexel had surmised, the man, who called himself Udbul, claimed that the kobolds used him to retrieve honey from the beehive, and forced him to live in a box.
At first sorry for the man, the party continued to talk to him. Udbul was truly thankful for being saved and was willing to answer any of the questions that they party asked of him.
He revealed information regarding his status as working for the Zhents, and how often his raiding party came to the area. At some point the conversation turned in an obscure fashion. The group asked Udbul if he had any children, and after a moment of thought he said, surely I must have several scattered across the Dalelands.
Holden was the first to be offended by Udbul’s response, “No doubt from all of the women you have raped!”
Udbul, astonished by the accusation, replied, “NO, NO… I usually pay!”
Disgusted, the party told the half-orc to leave, and to leave quickly. At first reluctant to travel back through the beehive, the look in eyes of the party convinced him otherwise.
Once Udbul had left their presence, Holden slung the limp kobold over his shoulder and the group jumped in shock as they heard an explosion from the main hallway. As they looked around, it was obvious that Borghin and Drexel had been messing with the door again while the others had interrogated the half-orc Zhent.
Session 3, Part 1: The look of disgust…
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Continuing south from the Bee Hive, They noticed that the cave continued for a short ways and then sharply ended. There was however a crack in the wall that a person could wiggle through, and it was guarded by two aggressive kobolds.
Spiderfang and Drexel were able to able to translate the sharp yipping sounds as warnings spoken by the kobolds in a form of butchered Draconian. The party soon found that their threats were hollow as each creature fell to the first barrage of crossbow fire.
Moving up to the crack in the wall, the party let Borghin go first to check things out. He said that it was an empty hallway, so the others followed without hesitation. Rougher came through last in case he was too large and got stuck in the crevice.
Once the party entered the hall they noticed three major features: a crumbled and caved-in staircase to the west, a bend in the passage to the east, and a silky black stone centered on the south wall. Borghin quickly approached the door, at first searching for traps, and then resorted to looking for anything that would act as either a lock or handle.
Holden, noticing Borghin’s difficulty in discovering a mechanism to open the door, began to search the door as well. Holden hid a few of those roguish talents up his sleeve as well.
The others were growing tired of the ineffectiveness of the search, until they heard the sound of more kobolds around the corner to the east. Using the call of battle as an excuse to interrupt the dullness of the unfruitful search, the party readied for action.
As the group came running around the corner, they noticed that the hallway ended in a storage room that was now overtaken by a small kobold camp. These kobolds hearing the party’s preoccupation with the nearby door and had prepared for battle as well. They were also employing the aid of a very scraggly looking dire weasel.
The battle should have been very simple, in theory. The party knew that they had the upper hand, but decided that they would show off. Drexel, who was the first to fire managed to hastily load his crossbow and sent his bolt spinning out of control into the air.
Ziona attempting to place a shot over Holden’s shoulder, managed to lodge the bolt directly into his back. Borghin also fumbled his shot, narrowly missing Spiderfangs head. Meanwhile Rougher reaching back with his greatclub to take a hearty swing, clubbed Drexel in the head, nearly knocking him unconscious. All of the commotion also took Spiderfang by surprise, breaking his concentration and skinned his hand against the tight and jagged wall.
Holden, the only one who didn’t folly during the combat began cutting through the kobold front line. The others managed to pull themselves together and joined Holden in the onslaught of the feeble creatures.
During the combat, one kobold in particular had retreated back and was hiding behind some crates and barrels. After the party had torn through their final line of defense, Spiderfang ran up and called out for the hiding kobold to show himself.
“NOOOO, YOU LEAVE LEPER ALONE,” it whined in draconic.
Believing the comment about leprosy to be a ploy, Spiderfang proceeded to leap over the barrels and knocked the kobold into unconsciousness with one swift hit from the palm of his hand.
After the situation was under control, Holden began searching the barrels for any possible treasure that these filthy creatures may have. He was pleasantly surprised when he found several jars of uneaten honey.
Meanwhile, Spiderfang opened a large create near the unconscious kobold, only to find a good size half-orc curled up, and upside-down in the box. He was covered in bee stings from head to toe and was rather incoherent. Ziona stepped up to heal the tortured man.
He was grateful for the healing, although still weakened by the effects of the poison. As Drexel had surmised, the man, who called himself Udbul, claimed that the kobolds used him to retrieve honey from the beehive, and forced him to live in a box.
At first sorry for the man, the party continued to talk to him. Udbul was truly thankful for being saved and was willing to answer any of the questions that they party asked of him.
He revealed information regarding his status as working for the Zhents, and how often his raiding party came to the area. At some point the conversation turned in an obscure fashion. The group asked Udbul if he had any children, and after a moment of thought he said, surely I must have several scattered across the Dalelands.
Holden was the first to be offended by Udbul’s response, “No doubt from all of the women you have raped!”
Udbul, astonished by the accusation, replied, “NO, NO… I usually pay!”
Disgusted, the party told the half-orc to leave, and to leave quickly. At first reluctant to travel back through the beehive, the look in eyes of the party convinced him otherwise.
Once Udbul had left their presence, Holden slung the limp kobold over his shoulder and the group jumped in shock as they heard an explosion from the main hallway. As they looked around, it was obvious that Borghin and Drexel had been messing with the door again while the others had interrogated the half-orc Zhent.
