Pyrus bursts out laughing.

"Red scales, little one!  Through me flows the blood of a red dragon!  You did well to surrender."

He looks to the others.  "Bind him."

He's still on fire after all.

  Rhagar flicks the blood from his rapier, and retrieves his spare daggers.

  "Were he smart enough to know that, he might have been smart enough to not attack you in the first pace."

Ideal gets to binding the remaining kobold while asiding to the team. "Impressive. Sure, they were only kobolds, but... impressive."

Sora nods. "This is the power of draconic blood. The kind kobolds wish they had."

Ideal glances down at the priest. "....some do have that kind of power. It is likely very fortunate for us you bunch took out this priest first."

"Let's see if he is smart enough to do numbers.  How many of you kobolds are left down there, little one?"

  "There was a reason they were the first to be stabbed, yes."  The kobolds saw first hand what happens when Blast attacks get pointed in their direction, after all.

The kobold says, "Uhhh...." he looks around and says, "About as many as you see here are probably still down there."

"Good.  A young dragon with his escort should prove a worthy fight.  Let's go."

He heads down the shaft.

  Rhagar looks around, and says "I assume you mean as many bodies, you are the only one left here."

The kobold thinks about getting snarky with Rhagar. But his survival instincts yell at him for thinking of getting snarky with the only people standing between him and the afterlife. "Yes." he answers Rhagar.

Sora frowns, nods, and heads off to the rope ladder.

Ideal asks the kobold, "Just how big is Myxnthrix?"

The kobold answers, "....about as big as you. Not quite as big as the rest of your team."

Ideal ohs and follows her team mates.

Pyrus tries to go for another bluff surprise round by acting casual.

"If you like that last one, wait till you hear this one.

"So a dragonborn, a shifter, a gnoll, and an angel all walk into a tavern..."

  <blue>"I have heard this one, and still do not understand the punchline about horses drinking from mugs."<blue>

Not leaving things to chance or bluff alone, Sora cuts to be in front of Pyrus. "There's only two...."

Ideal comes up next to both Pyrus and Sora, looking ready to help at a moment's notice.

Rhagar passes along that the statue is unstable.

Then Sora does one of her "leave a blur behind her" superspeed aggro things again and is suddenly in the face of the enemy, breathing shards of ice at them.

The skirmisher dances around Sora and stabs at her, hitting only armor.

Ideal hurls a javelin at the skirmisher, piercing its leg and says, "That one goes first." before moving towards the dragonshield as if expecting her team to destroy the skirmisher that fast.
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Pyrus pitches an acid orb that sizzles on the skirmisher's armor harmlessly.

  Rhagar crosses the room, and before the Skirmisher can even react (Thanks, initiative order!) has a rapier thrust through an eye socket, brain, and back of his skull.

  The draconian flicks blood and brains from his blade, and comments to the dragonshield "You will not make it if you run."

Sora and the dragonshield whiff at each other, but Ideal comes up and stabs the dragonshield. Who seems only annoyed by the attack.

  Rhagar once again takes advantage of the openings provided by Ideal and Sora, as he slips behind the Dragonshield and impales them from behind with his rapier.

  Level 1 may mean the party members are (for 4th ed) squishy, but it also means the enemies are as well.

  "Should I have clarified that was suggesting he surrender?"

Pyrus shrugs.

"This way is more convenient.  No rope tying."

Sora says, "Sorry, Pyrus. Figured it was better to strike fast and hard than to wait."

Ideal says, "The kobolds were expecting us anyway. Not sure how, but it was clear they were not surprised at our attacking them."

  "They may have heard the screaming." quite possibly!

"Or they had a passcode.  No matter.  They're dead now.  Let's move on."

After a short rest of course.

The room rounds a corner to a hallway that leads straight to a pair of stone double-doors.

Ideal stairs at the doors. "...nothing says 'dangerous' and 'trap' quite like a pair of doors where you don't know what lies on the other side."

Sora says, "On the other hand, nothing says 'funnel' and 'gather for breath weapon' quite like a door at the end of a hall."

Ideal says, "Yes, but that works both ways."

Sora says, "Then I suggest you all stay behind me."

Ideal says, "I guess in the end, there really isn't much option besides just opening the doors and attacking."

  "Not if we wish to accomplish out task in a timely manner, at least."  Sure, they COULD turn around and leave.  Or slowly pick off stragglers a bit at a time over the course of a week.  But what little dwarves might be alive at the moment would likely be used as an emergency food supply by then.

"An entire room full of enemies all going after Sora alone might be disastrous, but a dragon's breath weapon hitting us all isn't to be taken lightly either.  Is there any way the door can be rigged to be opened by a rope?  If we can get the enemy to come back to this corner, that would probably be best."

Ideal says, "Not really..."

Sora says, "I could open it from as far as twenty five feet." She demonstrates by holding her sword out and then letting go as it levitates there.

Ideal is taken aback from the demonstration, but does a good job at not showing it. "That... would be just far enough to be outside the range of a small dragon."

  It's so easy to forget that Battlemind is one of the Psychic Powers™ classes, compared to the other ones.  Sort of like Monks that way.

  "Still a short enough distance for Pyrus and I to attempt to strike a few enemies once the door opens, at least.  It remains to be seen if the hole up or come to us."