"Thought It Was Broken, Half-Breed?"
The kobold's AC is 16. You hurt him, and hurt him badly, but he is not down yet.
You charged and hit the kobold, I don't think there's much point in making a Move Silently check.
The kobold bursts forward, moving with a speed that belies its diminutive height. The thing's scales flash in Kaspar's Darkvision, rippling whites and grays of fluid motion. It tumbles forward like an acrobat, ducking the vengeful half-orc's rapier. (It made a Tumble check and avoided a possible Attack of Opportunity.) Charging forward it punches the side of the retention vat, about two and a-half feet up and to the right of the broken valve mechanism.
A hidden panel pops off the surface of the giant vat, clattering to the floor. Revealed behind it is some piping, much of it new, and a lever.
The kobold places one scaly hand on the lever, and whirls around, its other hand holding a crossbow. The point of the bolt (I rolled the Spot check for you, altho it was a DC 10) seems covered with some white-ish paste.
"Not so fast, you half-breed scum," snarls the kobold, first in orc, then in common. Its fingers flex on the lever. "Thought it was broken, eh? Never looked above it, did you? No, no one does. They see what they want and do not notice the rest." A snakey tongue flicks inside the mouth full of needle-sharp teeth, and you begin to understand why gnomes hate kobolds so much. The scaley rat is mocking you, letting little whistling gasps escape from its snout. "Not so fast I said!" it barks, as Kaspar shifts his feet. "I turn this lever and the front of the vat opens. Almost two tons of sewer water. I might survive it, off to the side like this, but you..." It makes that whistling laugh again. "You'll be battered around like an eggshell in a hurricane. Don't come any closer, or I will open it. You've hurt me enough that I have nothing to lose by taking the chance." (You have indeed wounded him severely.) "Drop your weapons and your money, and then back up, with your hands raised. No funny business. Just walk backwards, and tell that pointy-eared tree-licker with you to back up as well. Count yourselves lucky that you've seen my countenance and lived."
Castille's turn. (He has indeed heard the kobold's speech, the echoes carried it to him, so he knows what Kaspar was told.)
You charged and hit the kobold, I don't think there's much point in making a Move Silently check.
The kobold bursts forward, moving with a speed that belies its diminutive height. The thing's scales flash in Kaspar's Darkvision, rippling whites and grays of fluid motion. It tumbles forward like an acrobat, ducking the vengeful half-orc's rapier. (It made a Tumble check and avoided a possible Attack of Opportunity.) Charging forward it punches the side of the retention vat, about two and a-half feet up and to the right of the broken valve mechanism.
A hidden panel pops off the surface of the giant vat, clattering to the floor. Revealed behind it is some piping, much of it new, and a lever.
The kobold places one scaly hand on the lever, and whirls around, its other hand holding a crossbow. The point of the bolt (I rolled the Spot check for you, altho it was a DC 10) seems covered with some white-ish paste.
"Not so fast, you half-breed scum," snarls the kobold, first in orc, then in common. Its fingers flex on the lever. "Thought it was broken, eh? Never looked above it, did you? No, no one does. They see what they want and do not notice the rest." A snakey tongue flicks inside the mouth full of needle-sharp teeth, and you begin to understand why gnomes hate kobolds so much. The scaley rat is mocking you, letting little whistling gasps escape from its snout. "Not so fast I said!" it barks, as Kaspar shifts his feet. "I turn this lever and the front of the vat opens. Almost two tons of sewer water. I might survive it, off to the side like this, but you..." It makes that whistling laugh again. "You'll be battered around like an eggshell in a hurricane. Don't come any closer, or I will open it. You've hurt me enough that I have nothing to lose by taking the chance." (You have indeed wounded him severely.) "Drop your weapons and your money, and then back up, with your hands raised. No funny business. Just walk backwards, and tell that pointy-eared tree-licker with you to back up as well. Count yourselves lucky that you've seen my countenance and lived."
Castille's turn. (He has indeed heard the kobold's speech, the echoes carried it to him, so he knows what Kaspar was told.)
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