Yttermayn's "Saga of the Dragon Cult" (IC)

[Amaury]

Rosalia carefully walks up in the tunnel before she can spot who or what is snoring.

some sort of guardian? for what?


OOC
move silently (1d20+7=13)
enworld dice thing doesnt seem to work?

 

[Guest 11456]

Thrindar : Male Dwarf Evoker 1

Comfortable in the fact that he has limited stealth capabilities, the dwarf holds position, waiting to see what the others uncover.

 

[Yttermayn]

Now that she's further into the tunnel, Rosalia can make out several distinct snoring individuals. Judging by the pitch, she'd have to guess that they are likely kobold sized. The sound remains steady as she creeps, indicating that she dosn't appear to have been detected.

OOC: There are still some unresponded to posts on Infractus for Scott and Helfdan!

 

[Amaury]

ooc: do i wait b4 playing Rose?

 

[Scott DeWar]

1d20=3 John's breathing and heart beat is filling his hears.

Ps. Infractus is responded to.

 

[Yttermayn]

ooc: do i wait b4 playing Rose?

OOC: Nah, go ahead. If something happens that requires timing, we'll start initiative.

The pebbles have not started again, all is silent ahead up the pebble tunnel.

OOC: What will the two groups do? They are each partway up their respective tunnels, with the exception of Thrindar and Scrag who remain in the 'hub' between all the various tunnels. Neither can see what is ahead besides more tunnel from their current position.

 

[Amaury]

Hum, several of them.. kobolds? maybe.. maybe I could just get rid of them as they sleep.. hum, not that fair but it's us or them.. and they've probably got a trap for us down in that room.. I need to disable it.. thinks the pretty face.

She draws her dagger and closes on the first body, taking extra time to walk silently. She stops, studying her environment once more, counting how many of them are there, what's the best order, whether there are some alarm devices or unusual stuff.

 

[Scott DeWar]

ooc: so John is cluless of the kobolds, then . . .

Ic: John will continue forward up toward the direction of where the pebbles came from.

1d20+2=6 *Kclacity kclack!* pebles under foot go skittering down the tunnel . . .

 

[Leif]

Grok Half-Orc Cleric2

Grok winces painfully at the clatter of pebbles made by John, but his curse of human clumsiness dies a quiet death upon his parched lips.

 

[Voda Vosa]

Tuk moves forward, tripping again over the pebbles. "Damnit!" he says out loud.

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