Lucius Cypher

Keratia: Tales of the Arisen One

“Bah! You humies always have problems! Kobold have problems, and problems is trogs. Kobold can’t help until trogs not problem!” The guard said adamantly. Shortfang growled as stood face-to-face with the guard. “You stupid. We fight trogs too! We know tribe can’t go war trog themselves, not enough warriors. So Shortfang and friends fight! Let us talk to Grey Scales, so we can fight!” As it looked like the a fight was about to start a voice called out from the hunt. It sounded like a whisper, and yet it was loud and clear. “Let them in.”

The guards lowered their weapons and stepped aside, though they still looked on edge. You and the theta would be allowed inside of the hut, which was filled with a haze coming from a bronze brazier at the center of the room. It helped rid of the sewer stench in place of one that smelled strongly of hemp and butter. Here you could see three very old looking kobolds who indeed have grey scales. The youngest of them was a female kobold who still had hints of green on her face.

“You speak to the Grey Scales of the Swamp Dragon Tribe. I am the chief, and in your tongue my name is Longstrider. Who are you, and what is it that you come here for? Humans have never wanted kobold aid, no... Whenever they come here, they come to kill our people, because one or two may have committed some crime against the surface. If that is the case than you should leave. We shall not abandon one of our own for your justice.”

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

Shame, but understandable. We’ll keep the dream alive while you’re gone!

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The kobolds whispered among themselves in their dragon language. Shortfang quickly explained the situation while Pylia stood near you whispering a rough translation. “He’s telling them were allies here to help, and we just want to know what’s going on. The kobolds say they don’t have enough warriors to fight the trogs, or humans. Now Shortfang is promising that we’ll help them and he needs to see the grey scales, kobold elders, so we can better aid them.” As the kobolds conversed one of them, the one who nearly died, steps in with a shaky but stern look. “I show them grey scale. Come.” The kobold limped towards the big double door while the rest of the kobolds got back into a defensive position.

The double doors were made of some solid and bronze metal. Though there was a thick later of mold, there was no rust, and the doors themselves were too heavy even for Buddy to move. The kobold shouted something in draconic and soon the doors shifted and were raised up. Inside were at least seven more kobolds armed with shields and stone edged swords, ready to fight. However they made way and would allow you and the others to pass through.

The party would go through what seemed to be some sort of shanty town. Small huts made of discarded wood, stone slabs, and covered or patched up with mud and moss. Aside from the warriors at the entrance most of the other kobolds here appeared to be commoners who hide behind their homes, aside from the curious little children, who were barely larger than a puppy. Eventually you reach a stone building that had a large effigy in the form of sharp teeth on top of crocodile skin in the same of a maw. Guarding this house were two kobolds armed with curious looking weapons; they looked like giant fangs, but the way they hold them looked like blades tonfas.

“You! Humies not welcomed here! Why you here huh?” One of them spoke out aggressively. Shortfang interjected sternly however he wasn’t trying to be hostile. “Humies are friends. They help Shortfang, Son of Longtalon of Shadowrun tribe and Skinwalker of Swamp Dragon. We talk to Grey Scales.” One of the guardians seem to recognize the name Skinwalker, however the other guard was unimpressed. “Humie lies! Kobold war with trogs because humies! Now they send assassin to kill Grey Scales!” Pylia seemed on edge and looked to you and whispered. “I can understand their paranoia, but I’d rather not get into a fight here. What could we say to convince them we will help?”

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Your struck hard and fast. The trog could barely get a claw up to defend himself as your staff crushed his skull, and your kick broke his jaw, causing him to spit out the mangled kobold. The beast staggered trying to remain standing before he fell. Elsewhere, the other kobolds and your allies were able to deal with the remaining trogs, though no one was celebrating. The kobolds at the wall were trying their hardest to bring back their fallen ally while the two crocodile riders stayed on watch. Shortfang, Pylia, and Buddy soon came over, somewhat wounded but alive. "Sylvia! Are you okay?" Pylia asked as Shortfang went over to the wounded Kobold and force fed a goodberry into him. Miraculously, the magic of the berries caused him to sputter to life as the kobolds were snapping his bones back into place. The other kobolds seem happier seeing that somehow, no one died, though they still looked at the others warily, even Shortfang.

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You quickly bound over the barricades, past the kobolds, and land right next to one of the trogs who were poisoned to begin attacking the kobolds. Fortunately before the monster could get a chance, you smash your staff into it's skull, causing it to stagger back. It was at that moment the crocodile, despite his movement's being somewhat marred by the muck he had to crawl through, lunged out and chomped the upper portion of the trog in half, leaving a bloody pair of legs where it stood. The crocodile tried to swipe it's tail at the next nearest trog, however the barricade blocked it's strike. Fortunately, it allowed it's rider a chance to run down the tail, leaping off to stab his sword through the chest of the furthest trog away from you. Thanks to the heroism of both you and the kobold warrior, the kobolds found the strength within themselves to try and fight back as well, a flew slinging stones that struck down the wounded trog, others stabbing their crude stone knives right into the monster before them. One even managed to leap up and stab the beast in the eye. However this would prove to be his downfall.

As the kobold hung from his knife blade, the trog tossed the kobold above him and into his awaiting maw, allowing you to witness the horrible sight of these small creatures fit inside the toad-like mouths of these lizard monsters, and for the unfortunate kobold to get mangled and chewed up in the trog's jaw. It then lashed out to claw at the other kobold who had tried to stab it, though perhaps due to his own skill or fear of what just happened, the kobold was able to avoid getting cut down. The trog then turned to you, a wretched and twisted grin on his face as blood and saliva leaked from his full mouth.

Rolls and info

Shortfang (26/26) | Syfr (1/1) = 23
Buddy (31/31 Temp: 5/5) = 18
Kobolds (A: 5/5) (B: 5/5) (C: 5/5) (D: 5/5) (E: 16/44) (F: 22/44) | Giant Crocodile (A: 37/85) (B: 76/85)= 19
Pylia (24/24) = 10
Trogs Group 3 (A: Dead) (B: Dead) (C: 4/13) (D: Dead) = 6
Sylvia (21/21) = 5
Trogs Group 4 (A: Dead) (B: Dead) (C: 3/13) (D: 13/13) = 4
Trogs Group 5 (A: Dead) (B: 13/13) (C: 13/13) (D: Dead) = 3

Crocodile A Bite vs Trog 3B = 13
Bite Damage = 19
Crocodile A Tail vs Trog 3C = 10

Kobold E Sword vs Trog 3D = 18/Nat 20
Crit Sword = 10
Kobold E Sword vs Trog 3D = 9/9

Kobold A Sling vs Trog 3D = 19/12
Sling Damage = 6

Kobold B Con Save vs Trog Stench = 7
Kobold B Sling vs Trog 3C = 6

Kobold C Con Save vs Trog Stench = 19
Kobold C Dagger vs Trog 3C = 6/Nat 20
Crit Dagger = 9

Kobold D Con Save vs Trog Stench = 5
Kobold D Dagger vs Trog 3C = 9

Trog 3C Bite vs Kobold C = 19
Bite Damage = 6
Trog 3C Claw vs Kobold D = Nat 1
Trog 3C Claw vs Kobold D = Nat 1

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You rapidly cross the swampy muck, fortunately not getting any of it in your boots as your smashed your staff right across the neck of the trog as it was bucked off by the crocodile. The blow snapped it's neck, but you didn't lose any momentum as you hopped out of the way of the falling corpse, kicking the other trog hanging onto the crocodile with a heel kick. But just as you did so, you'd hear the loud cacophony of monstrous screeching hit the hall. More trogs have arrived, which you can barely make out in the dim lantern light. "More trogs! Get ready everyone!" Shortfang shouted out as he lined up a shot on the trog hanging off the crocodile, shooting a bolt right into it's chest and causing it to fall off. As Shortfang dropped his crossbow and drew out his shortsword he shouted something in draconic which was directed to the kobolds. Good thing too, as the crocodile looked like it was about to take a bite out of you before the kobold riding him managed to direct him to the trogs coming from the other hall. The other kobolds began to scramble away from the center as they also heard and went to respond to the trogs coming from the eastern halls.

Meanwhile Buddy walked right past you towards the last trog in this immediate vicinity. The creature, seeing him, lunged out and tried to attack him. However Buddy simply extended his hand and caught the lizardling in midair, and with a quick twist and a crush snapped the neck to the trog before tossing him onto the ground and walking back towards the swampy area, as he could hear trogs coming from behind. Pylia also heard the trogs coming and ran up to stand alongside Shortfang, calling for her sword to come closer. The silver blade flew right past you, avoiding you even, as it began to spin rapidly like some sort of deadly buzz saw. Pylia readied herself as she could hear the trogs coming. "Get ready! They're coming!"

Away from the group and barely legible through the dim glow of your lantern, you could see more trogs arrive, though due to their distance and having a giant crocodile blocking your line of sight, all you could hear where the panicked screams of the kobolds as the treacherous roars of the trogs running through the muck or climbing over the barricades.

Rolls and info

Shortfang (26/26) | Syfr (1/1) = 23
Buddy (31/31 Temp: 5/5) = 18
Kobolds (A: 5/5) (B: 5/5) (C: 5/5) (D: 5/5) (E: 16/44) (F: 22/44) | Giant Crocodile (A: 37/85) (B: 76/85)= 19
Pylia (24/24) = 10
Trogs Group 3 (A: Dead) (B: 13/13) (C: 13/13) (D: 13/13) = 6
Sylvia (21/21) = 5
Trogs Group 4 (A: 13/13) (B: 13/13) (C: 13/13) (D: 13/13) = 4
Trogs Group 5 (A: 13/13) (B: 13/13) (C: 13/13) (D: 13/13) = 3

Shortfang's Crossbow vs Trog 1D = 19/20
Crossbow Damage = 6

Buddy's Unarmed Strike vs Trog 2B = 17
Neck Snap = 5

Pylia calls her Silver Sword of Defiance to come closer and readies an action to attack any trog that gets within melee range of her.

Kobolds's ready an action to sling their stones at the first Trog that comes within their sling's range, killing one in the opening slavo.

Trog Group 3 charges the kobolds, needing to dash to reach them.

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It's cool, one of the better parts of having more legible squares is that now I actually can see how far creatures and characters are suppose to be able to go instead of eyeballing it. I'll be putting your character on 17Q, just right above Buddy, just so I don't have you overlapping the dead trog and stuff.

Keratia: Tales of the Arisen One

Give your position from the map at the start of your turn, I figured the blue line was the path of your movement.



You'd only be moving five squares, to 25 out of your 40.

It would take you 40ft if you don't take diagonals, going all the way right and then straight up. Which I mean you can still do, if that's what you wanna do.

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Huh. Are you not going to go diagonal? Diagonals are just 5 feet of movement for my games. With Satyr Stance the muck won't even impede your movement, so you could make it to 16P with 25 movement. Just want to make sure you know what your options are so you're not missing out.

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Sorry for the super late reply. Just wanted to mention that you'll actually kill the trog with your quarter staff strike, so you can direct your unarmed to another target if you'd like. Will be posting an update soonish.