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With everyone patched up, Buddy took the lead down the tunnel. Shortfang quickly fixed up his crossbow, as the slime's acid had snapped the string, and Pylia dismissed her magic flying sword as they went further into the sewers. The rooms they were going into were bigger now, though not by munch, and the smell wasn't quite as rank as the previous areas. You could hear the sound of rushing water ahead. Eventually the smaller tunnels lead to a much larger room, and what was here was quite a sight.
This place hardly looked like it belonged in a sewer, as it was practically a hall of it's own. Some sort of waterway, it has seen better days. More so since right now it looked like a terrible battlefield. On one side behind crude wood and stone barricades were kobolds slinging rocks and throwing anything they had on hand at a bunch of troglodyes, lizard men like creatures but unnaturally pale flesh, wearing bloodred warpaint and little else. The only ones on the ground stopping them was two kobolds armed with shields and short swords, but they also rode upon two giant crocodiles. Still they were heavily outnumbered and they were very wounded despite how much damage they were doing to the trogs. Shortfang shouted in fury. "Sewer Dragons! Trogs attack family!" Buddy raised his hand to quiet Shortfang. Fortunately it didn't seem like the trogs heard due to the sounds of combat.
A quick count would show that there were at least twelve trogs here, most of them engaged with the kobolds on the ground. Of the kobolds there were six, two fighting among the trogs, four trying to attack with stones and other weapons. The party itself was a good distance away from the main fighting, and upon closer inspection there was still pools of raw sewage that would not only slow down your movement, but might just make you sick. Counting out on her fingers Pylia looked grim. "I still have a few spells. Let's be ready for anything, everyone." She gave a quiet prayer to bless everyone as Shortfang looked at you. "What now boss? Charge yeah?" Buddy gripped his axe, ready for anything.
This place hardly looked like it belonged in a sewer, as it was practically a hall of it's own. Some sort of waterway, it has seen better days. More so since right now it looked like a terrible battlefield. On one side behind crude wood and stone barricades were kobolds slinging rocks and throwing anything they had on hand at a bunch of troglodyes, lizard men like creatures but unnaturally pale flesh, wearing bloodred warpaint and little else. The only ones on the ground stopping them was two kobolds armed with shields and short swords, but they also rode upon two giant crocodiles. Still they were heavily outnumbered and they were very wounded despite how much damage they were doing to the trogs. Shortfang shouted in fury. "Sewer Dragons! Trogs attack family!" Buddy raised his hand to quiet Shortfang. Fortunately it didn't seem like the trogs heard due to the sounds of combat.
A quick count would show that there were at least twelve trogs here, most of them engaged with the kobolds on the ground. Of the kobolds there were six, two fighting among the trogs, four trying to attack with stones and other weapons. The party itself was a good distance away from the main fighting, and upon closer inspection there was still pools of raw sewage that would not only slow down your movement, but might just make you sick. Counting out on her fingers Pylia looked grim. "I still have a few spells. Let's be ready for anything, everyone." She gave a quiet prayer to bless everyone as Shortfang looked at you. "What now boss? Charge yeah?" Buddy gripped his axe, ready for anything.
