Having sprang their surprise, the kobolds busy themselves readying their crossbows for another barrage. (10 kobolds are now apparent in the brush to the right side of the trail, frantically trying to reload) Thrindar
Not being the direct target of an attack and having Toby's warning, Thrindar gets a better look at the attackers than his companions. They are kobolds, for sure, but not like any he is used to seeing. These have rough, red scales on thier hands and faces, and the teeth and claws seem larger and more plentiful than thier ordinary brethren.
OOC: Forgot to announce inititative, but you guys get it.
"Ahh!" Jakobee cries out in pain and clutches at the deep wound in his side with one hand, his face twisted in agony. His other hand closes into a fist that erupts in hellfire. With a thrust of the hand he releases the ball of raw infernal magic out at the nearest kobold he has a clear shot at. The pain of the wound completely throws off his aim however.
Casting defensively:
(from the srd: Casting on the Defensive: Casting a spell while on the defensive does not provoke an attack of opportunity. It does, however, require a Concentration check (DC 15 + spell level) to pull off. Failure means that you lose the spell.) 1d20+3=6
casting mage armor: +4 to a/c (failure)
the excitement of the ambush has left John a bit off in his ability to meditate and focus, as he mispeaks and verbally fumbles , spoiling the spell of protection.
Rosalia heard the first clack quite clearly but then other "clacks" were heard, followed by the whistling and impact sound of the arrows!
She spotted them. Little creatures. Someone - maybe Tuk - mentioned Kobolds. She had heard of the creatures.
Rosalia is very quick to react. Raising her arm and placing the arrow on her shortbow, she chooses one of them and fires. The aim is true but the kobolds are behind trees and bushes.
She then moves behind any available cover after her shot.
Grok had been concentrating too much on the oppressive feeling surrounding him to notice the ambush. Now the group was in a pickle. A hail of bolts slammed into the group, hurting some more than others.
Upon getting hit by the bolt, Grok instinctively pulled his mace and moved in the direction of the attackers. While moving towards the little beasties, he notices that Scrag has been wounded badly. He begins to make his way to the troll.