In the flickering light of her oil lantern, the flame beginning to die out at the most inconvenient of times though for now still illuminating just far enough for Parum to throw her spell. Unfortunately it seemed the target of not only hers but the pink-haired priestess was particularly strong willed example of their race, quite possibly the leader of this gang and the mastermind behind this ambush. Just as unassuming in their figure as the rest, their hardiness against the magical assault suggested something else. A shriek was shouted to the air as a signal, and another pair of kobolds poked their heads up, this time wielding very different looking containers. The main defining feature was likely the burning rag poking out of the thing.

And so another pair of projectiles came thrown, each aimed at a particular fighter in the front lines of the heroes of Greenest, the glued and the grappled facing a danger after another as the jars cracked and sprinkled burning oil around, but it seemed thanks to less than shoddy construction the projectile refused to wholly detonate, leaving itself leaking its contents by the feet of those that were either struck by them or who avoided such a fate with deft enough movement despite their difficult situation. And like thieves in the night, another pair of glue pots came from the darkness of the kobold's little corner, again aimed at Orchid and Brannor, barely making it to them. There was little strategy to this past the immediate impact of the ambush, leaving the backline in one piece despite all that was lobbed at the front.

But there was something that the kobolds defying all odds had neglected to make note of: They were indeed defying all odds. They could not trust the tentacled stalagmite would remain on their side, and with fire licking at its tentacles it very much seemed like it was not considering that option for its own either. The champions suggested an alternative, possibly more lucrative approach. And it might just as well take it. Yet in some corner of its small mind, it devised a plan of its own. The tentacles left both Brannor and Orchid well and alone, ripping themselves free of the glue as it might have covered them, yet Kyra found no such freedom granted for herself. There came no verbal answer from the creature yet, but it most certainly bit its teeth together in what resembled a sneer.

The rapid changes in the situations were soon reacted to by the druid among them as well, and when he saw how the fellow momentary tiger was targeted by several projectiles pelting at his battle readiness he knew what to do. He darted forth on all of his four clawed limbs, muscles flexing beneath patterned fur as he threw himself against a patch of glue, giving Brannor a shove that helped him break free from the half-encasing sticky shell that had begun forming around him. Torus slunk between the weretiger and the sheer drop now, baring the wild shape's teeth. He was ready to roll, with semi-liquid glue on his fur or not.

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Kobold succeeds on yet another WIS save with a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/17782]15[/url] and is thus not harmed by the [i]Vicious Mockery[/i] [@Ryonara].

Brannor [@The Harbinger of Ferocity] and Orchid [@Lucius Cypher] are faced with yet another bombardment of inventive weaponry to say the least. Given the monster from below has yet to release them at this point, they remain restrained for the kobolds' turn when they are requested to roll two separate DEX saves. First for the fire thingy and the second for the next glue thingy.

Saves came up as mostly successes. Brannor to take [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/17792]2[/url] fire damage (halved) prior to resistances, which I do not believe even a werecreature has against fire. For Orchid, the damage number is, reduced and unreduced, [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/17793]1[/url].

Unnamed monster releases the two afterwards. Their strength checks and saves are performed normally from here on out. Kyra remains held.

Torus's proceeds to attempt to free Brannor from the final form of restraint left upon him. He succeeds with a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/17794]17[/url], meaning Brannor is as free as Orchid now.
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