The last kobold among the adventurers could not keep its resistance up any longer, and Orchid would find the wound upon himself avenged not by his own blade or the rending maws of Torus's tiger shape, but a thrust of a dagger from the bard whose height was the most similar to the small creature itself. The kobold cried an incomprehensible yowl of pain into the cave, the declaration of its mortality bouncing between the walls, ceiling and floor. Another soul sent away from this realm, one that had been devoted to the Dragon Queen or at least her cult. An improvement to the conditions of many, though a most unfortunate occurrence to the creature itself.
The others scrambled to hunt down the one remaining straggler, or to sweep away the corpses of those that remained. Kyra and Torus soon came to a wordless agreement, the hunter-priestess hopping on the druid's back, the pair soon rushing up the steps after Brannor. Orchid and Parum remained behind, at least the half-orc turning to gather the bodies into one distinct location, intent on looting them of what valuables the kobolds may possess. It would most likely be a rather unimpressive haul, but it would still be something. The upstairs crew would not be any more successful, the arrow that was fired went wide, too much of a safety buffer between Brannor and the line of fire.
Yet the kobold would not make it to its destination, the rush that was aimed for the keys hanging from the hook on the wall cut short by loss of vim and vigour inflicted upon it by the heavy blade. Last staggering steps the creature took left a bloody trail behind it, a clean cut having removed a fair deal of its torso behind. The kobold never made it past fifteen feet from the strike, collapsing without a sound next to the stairs. The threat from the barracks was dealt with. But still the cavern held unexplored nooks and crannies. Not the least the one passageway this particular example had deliberated.
The others scrambled to hunt down the one remaining straggler, or to sweep away the corpses of those that remained. Kyra and Torus soon came to a wordless agreement, the hunter-priestess hopping on the druid's back, the pair soon rushing up the steps after Brannor. Orchid and Parum remained behind, at least the half-orc turning to gather the bodies into one distinct location, intent on looting them of what valuables the kobolds may possess. It would most likely be a rather unimpressive haul, but it would still be something. The upstairs crew would not be any more successful, the arrow that was fired went wide, too much of a safety buffer between Brannor and the line of fire.
Yet the kobold would not make it to its destination, the rush that was aimed for the keys hanging from the hook on the wall cut short by loss of vim and vigour inflicted upon it by the heavy blade. Last staggering steps the creature took left a bloody trail behind it, a clean cut having removed a fair deal of its torso behind. The kobold never made it past fifteen feet from the strike, collapsing without a sound next to the stairs. The threat from the barracks was dealt with. But still the cavern held unexplored nooks and crannies. Not the least the one passageway this particular example had deliberated.