It had been a long, hot day. But the day is cooling as it turns into evening, the sun having just set so the sky was quickly darkening.

The little fox bard Emerald had recently befriended some capable adventurers in hopes of setting out and finding out what happened to the local dwarven hold.

Currently, Emerald is leaning back in her chair, feet up on the table and fanning herself. She is in halfling form (The girl can shapeshift) for maximum air intake on her skin. Thunder can be heard in the distance and Emerald pauses. "....Is it gonna rain too?"

  Chekin has much less in the way of disguise, though reserves the right to inflict violence upon those who make jokes about health code violations and 'instead of bugs in the soup, we have soup in the bug!'.

  "One could hope, Emerald."

Mittens, and the little devil and little cherub versions of herself on her shoulders, Imp and Cherub by name, are enjoying the dropping temperature.

"'It was a dark and stormy night...'" Imp begins to narrate, "Purrrfect for adventure!  Let's go!"

"Um... I think our friend would rather stay indoors during a storm," Cherub offers.

Big Mits finishes a bite.  "Evil never rests!  And doesn't take shelter in the rain either.  It just wallows in discomfort just to make life that much more challenging for the goodguys who set out to catch them.  So... likely we won't have a choice but to go out and get wet in the dark in order to save the day."

"Rain?  I hope not..  My plummage isn't made for doing well when wet."  She takes a gulp of totally-not-booze-juice and hehs softly, "Which is fine for when I've got all day or night to dry off.  But against surprise.. well surprises, not so much."

She hmms a bit at the Imp, Cherub, and Mitts before looking to the foxy-fox.  "So tell me more about this hold, if you don't mind?"

Emerald looks up towards her allies and nods to them each as they make their comments. Then says, "If it *is* going to rain, I suggest we head out now and hopefully make it there in time to have some decent shelter from the rain."

She wags a map. "I know how to get there, so just follow me."

Emerald hurries out the door with the others and continues, "Coppernight Hold was a dwarven mining operation. But when things got quiet, the mayor of this town sent a couple militia guys. They should have reported back by now and have not. We are the second wave to scout what has happened. I suspect someone has taken the mine by force and isn't welcoming visitors."

  Chekin would much rather deal with the rain, but then he's also of the mindset where dealing with too much sun involves more dice rolls than are in this setting.

  "Knowing how things seem to go, it is likely they are all dead by now."

Cherub hovers over emmy so her wing flaps help cool her.

Imp cheers.  "Adventure!"

Mits nods.  "Hurry.  Yes.  I agree."

Flare finishes chugging down her mug of juice and slams the cup down on the countertop with a satisfied sigh.  "Okay, okay.  Get there hopefully before the rain starts.  Sounds good to me."  She stands and stretches, the firebird adjusting her wings as she thinks about the situation. "Maybe the dwarves decided they wanted the operation all to themselves?  Though if that's the case the guards should've come back by now.."

Emerald says, "Bingo." and continues on with the team. She looks up towards Cherub and says, "Thanks, by the way." before shape-shifting back into a fox.

Emerald is sure to make light conversation. She has nothing but positive things to say about her new friends, although she doesn't exactly lay the compliments too thick. It is clear she is friendly, but not a butt-kisser. Nice, but not obviously buttering people up.

Upon arriving at the fenced area, Emerald says, "Judging from the sounds... and silhouettes... I think the people on the other side of that fence are around my size."

  Chekin is just a simple country pizza laywer Bugman, though aside from his obvious biological differences he seems relatively normal.

  "Would that be height or weight? Dwarves would be that tall." Chekin no why are you asking a lady that.

Mits headshakes. "Doubt it's overly unwelcoming dwarves.  So... the traditional enemies of Dwarves are Giants aaaand..."

"You're welcome!" Cherub answers Emmy with a smile.

"I don't think that's a real monster race..." Imp mutters.

Flarewing conciders, "Would giants want a mineing hold?  Maybe as a house for their pets?"  Though when Ememrald mentions that the sounds suggest them being fox-ling size, there goes the Giant Pet Daycare and Mineral Emporium idea.  The firebird smiles a bit, "So, shall we attempt diplomacy, just in case the guards were victem of a tragic misunderstanding, or do we start burning them out?"

Emerald doesn't seem offended at Checkin's statement, but rather corrects him. "You are mistaken. Dwarves are my height like Goliaths are your height, Checkin. A dwarf has anywhere from 1.5 to 2 feet on me. And at my height, that's 33% to 66% my entire height taller than me."

She nods in agreement to Flarewing. "Let's try."

Upon seeing the adventurers, all attempts at diplomacy fail. Combat begins.

A kobold charges Checkin while another hops over the fence and charges Emerald. While he does manage to injure the fox, Emerald shows her complete lack of concern for the not-danger these guys pose as she heads off northwest, provoking attacks that miss her.

More kobolds gang up on Checkin and only hit armor or chitin.

Emerald sings about how her team rules and the kobolds' team drools. This seems to make one kobold look real upset like he is in pain.
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  Chekin might be outnumbered, but he is not outARMED (we are so sorry) as he spears one kobodl through the skull with his weapon, and punches out two more with his smaller secondary arms.  He totally didn't miss the fourth one, his shield just meant he only had three limbs to spare, yes, that's it...

  "Is this where we demand surrender and they refuse until only one is barely alive?"  This said as he expects the others to be able to handle one lone (minion) Kobold as he walks over to one of the slingers.

"STICK HIM!" one slinger yells as he throws a pot at Checkin, missing horribly. Another slinger, however, the one Emerald ticked off, slings a pot at Checkin and glues him to the ground. Oh and the pot hurt too.

"Well we tried the diplomacy thing and they answer with lethal force.  I think that qualifies these as villains."

Mits fires a boxing-glove-tipped arrow at a kobold and knocks it out.  Meanwhile Imp and Cherub fly over toward two others to harass them.  Mits fires a much sharper arrow at a slinger and hits it in the knee.

Flarewing stares as the Slingers sling pots at her bugfriend.  "What kind of attack is that?"  She narrows her eyes at the kobold that actually managed to hit Checkin and lets loose a bolt of eldritchy fire type magic at it, "This is how you attack someone twinkletoes!"

The slinger near Checkin hops back and slings another pot... and does horrible.

Emerald sings, "One slip, and down the hole we fall // It seems to take no time at all."

This seems to magically cause the kobold to stumble past Checkin, giving him a chance to attack and harm the kobold!

  Chekin's freakishly misshapen hand (FIVE Fingers!? what madness is this!?!?!?!?) lifts the slinger by the throat, pauses for the nonexistent crowd, and chokeslams the kobold into the dirt.

  He points at the remaining slinger.  "Last chance for surrender, no takebacks."
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The last remaining kobold says, "Surrender! I surrender! I like my limbs where they are! I like breathing! Yes! Spare me?!"

"Goood booy!" Cherub commends.  She gets to tying him up.

"One distinct advantage of archery is you don't have to clean the blood off your bow after every fight," Mits says, "Awesome work as always, everyone!"

"Not foolin anyone, Mits," Imp says, "Your love is for swords and magic."

Mits grins sheepisly.

Flarewing frowns at the kobold.  "I say we burn it.  They had the chance to resolve this peacefully, and they declined.  It's no less than the punishment it'd recieve from the higher authorities anyway, so might as well get it done and over with now."

Emerald says, "Perhaps... but he surrendered when Checkin asked it of him. If word got out we slaughtered enemies who surrendered, our reputation would prevent future surrender. Worse, word would get out we can't be trusted since Checkin's offer of surrender suggests survival. I'm in favor of tying him up and at the very least, getting info on the rest of the hold so we know what we're dealing with. If his information endangers us some way, we kill him. If not, he goes back to the village with us and has a chance to do life community service; making himself useful to good rather than a waste." She eyes the kobold, "But alive."

Emerald looks at Flarewing. "Don't get me wrong, Flarewing. You are right that we would be justified in killing him. But reputation is more valuable than a dragon's horde. And sparing those who surrender to us would be a step in the right direction for earning the reputation we will need in the future."

She then looks at Cherub. "Thanks for tying him up, dear."

Then looks at the others. "Can we all agree to keeping him alive until we're done here to see if his information was valuable?"

  "While tempting Flarewing, it is rare enough that people surrender that the mere novelty of it is worth letting them live." for the moment.

  Going mostly paragon also means getting away with those renegade options you really really wanted to take.  Saint, saint, saint... Punch reporter, saint.

"Nice to belong to a team that sees the merit in all options," Mits says with a smile.

"Yay for not killing!" Cherub cheers.

"Better make what you have to say sound useful, kobold," Imp threatens with an impish grin, "You're looking mighty toasty..."

Flarewing sighs and rolls her eyes, "Fine, if you say so."  Personally she isn't as concerned about reputation as the others.  If you're good at killing the badguys while keeping the good people safe and sound, then that's all the rep you need, right?

Still she walks over to the kobold in question, her expression that of uncaring indifference.  She leans down nice and close to whisper into the kobold's ear, "You see that?  If it were up to me, you'd be reduced to ash and scattered to the winds right now.  But THEY want to spare you, to show you mercy.  You had better cherish their generosity and kindness.  And if you so much as try to backstab them, try to lie or harm them in any way, I will see to it personally that you are burned, slowly until there is nothing left but bone and dust, making sure that through your firey torment you beg and plead for a swift demise that will never come.  Understand?"

The firebird stands up and smiles, sweetly, at the kobold before joining the others, confident that her message was sent to the kobold's head.

(Intimidation roll: 1d20+10 = 28)

Emerald is glad to have a generally agreeable team.

The kobold has white scales, sure. But if he didn't have them, he would have turned white. He is scared stiff of Flarewing and keeps his eyes away from her.

Emerald asks, "What can we expect in the rooms ahead?"

The kobold begins sputtering gibberish at first, but Emerald says, "Shhhh... You spoke common when you surrendered. Can you speak common when you answer me, please?"

The kobold gulps and says, "Yesyes! Common for the nice, merciful common-speakers! OK: What to expect! That pit leads down to..." he proceeds to describe the room ahead. And then the room after that. The kobold gives details such as the statue having been made unstable on purpose so it can be pushed onto invaders. He informs the group that last he checked, there were still 3 living dwarf prisoners. He can't think of an exact number of kobolds, but estimates there are as many below the pit as there were up here above the pit. "But wyrmpriest is dangerous! He casts magic like you! He guarding the very next room. Dragon most dangerous; she can breath ice to such a distance and width that you no escape unless you hide around corner from it! And when you see kobold with two short swords, one in each hand, beware! Do not let them surround you with anyone else or they will hurt you more!"

Emerald raises an eyebrow. "...that is a lot of information. And all absolutely truthful. If he's lying, he's the best liar I've ever met."

(Emmy insight roll: 26)

  "He already has a roasting to worry about.  If we threatened him with a face eating as well he may not be coherent enough to speak the truth anymore."

 Hmm, well maybe after the roasting?

Cherub smiles. "The nice, merciful common-speakers have given you a chance at a new life of being nice and merciful yourself!  You've done well!"

"Sure hope this doesn't turn into a hostage situation," Imp grumbles.

"I'll shoot the dwarves if it does," Mits says, "I'm pretty good at making a knockout look like a kill."

Flarewing stretches, "Okay so dual-wilding sword users, a mage type, a dragon, and others.  Wonder if they'll allow for some diplomacy or if we'll have to burn them too."  She hmms softly, "Will have to save the dwarves though, so I guess I'll have to tone down my fire-setting."

Emerald... loves her team. "Alrighty. But the dwarves are in the room after the one we're coming up on. So no need to hold back in this next room, Flarewing."

Emerald feeds the kobolds some rations. "Eat this. We shouldn't take long, but in case we do, I don't want you going hungry."

The kobold obeys. Emerald then goes to descend into the pit.

  Chekin is more annoyed at wasting food on the kobold than anything.

  "Were you intending on scouting ahead to see how truthful our captive was?" Chekin is the party tank after all.

  Who's player could have given them LOL high stealth fighter instead of LOL High acrobatics fighter.  But jumping over hazzards in a battle comes up more often than sneaking in the middle of a battle for fighters.

"I want to try and reason with them," Cherub says, "Maybe they'll listen knowing that we're powerful enough to get this far yet merciful enough to spare the one who surrendered."

Imp headshakes.  "They'll just try and kill you."

"Mits can just re-summon me if that happens.  And so long as they're wasting their time attacking me, they're not attacking the rest of you."

Mits headshakes.  "Nah I'd rather you not.  Hurts me like hell every time you're destroyed.  Reason with them while we're proving that we can kick their butts.  Much more proof in the pudding that way.  As for scouting, I can do that."

<< Hypothetical >>

Sneak sneak sneak!

"Yup.  Exactly like our prisoner described.  One priest, a spear type, and two shield types."

OOC: Ignore after hypothetical if anyone objects to scouting.
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Flarewing grins and nods, "I like that thinking." THe firebird agreeing with Mits, "Let the closest burn and the rest will hopefully be smart enough to give up."  Once scouting is done, she follows Emerald down into the pit.

Mittens scouts and finds what the kobold said to be true. So far. But it is too risky to scout further than the first underground room.

The firebird flappity-flaps into action!  "Hey kobolds!  Your mothers are total chocolate-covered goobers and you smell like old pig rags!"  WIth her words shouted out, she promptly throsws a fireball in an arc, majestically missing any possible target, except for that moth on the wall over there.  It's all part of her secret master plan to get their attention so the rest of the group can totally sneaky-murder them.  Yep, that's what it is.

It worked! Two kobolds come charging out at Flarewing! One circles around to give a flanking opportunity to another! ...but they both miss the dodgy bird.

Emerald unsheathes her scimitar and comes running up behind the dragonshield who turns and deflects Emerald's blade JUST in time! "Flank her and get flanked!" Emerald says in a challenging, confident tone.

Imp hurries over to help Flarewing with the skirmisher while Cherub rushes in to harass the dragonshield in the back.

"Ok, so, we beat the ones up top, but we spared the one who surrendered!  So don't make us hurt you!"

Mits shoots 4 arrows at the dragonshield, two of which hurt it bad.

"Oh dear!  I feel so forced to hurt these kobolds!  The reluctance I feel as I arrow villains cannot be put into words!  SARCASM!"
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  Chekin makes it to his desired position thanks to being a bugman instead of a normal man (Well okay the light armor also helped), finishing what Mittens started by spearing the dragonshield through the skull.

  He follows up with bashing the skirmisher upside the head with the haft as he draws the weapon free.

The wyrmpriest yells in draconic, "Don't fight that thing, it's pointless! Instead, push the statue onto it!"

The dragonshield obeys and runs, only to get slashed in the back by the cherub! But he presses on and like a superhero among kobolds, pushes the statue and CRUSHES Cherub! "AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! More like WE hurt YOU, Stupid baby!"

Even as the statue falls, the wyrmpriest can be seen running towards the group and leaps over the debris only to spew ice breath at Checkin and Emmy, harming both of them! "Your momma was eaten by my pet cat, bird-brain!" the wyrmpriest yells in defiance! "And your allies will make fine meals for my dragon!"

He bursts with energy and the two remaining kobolds beef up, their muscles getting bigger as they suddenly each hop to the wyrmpriest's sides!
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Flarewing was going to mess with the skirmisher, but that wrympriest just had to open his mouth.  "It IT ON!"   She flappityflaps right up into the Wyrmpriest's face and activates Well of Fire (Well of Light) mode followed by unleashing a stream of fire at both the Wyrmpriest and his Cherub-Smashing buddy.  Not waiting to see the aftermath of that she turns to the Skirmisher and slashes at the kobold with its fiery blade.   "Say that again, Say it one more time.  I DARE you!"

The skirmisher flanks Flarewing and... whiffs. The wyrmpriest says, "YOUR MOMMA WA-" and all he can say is gurgling sounds as Emerald's sword comes up out the guy's mouth and he drops dead. In a sudden whirl of her blade, almost in a dance, Emmy decapitates the skirmisher that snuck behind Flarewing. "...oops. Sorry, Flarewing. Didn't mean to steal your kills there, but you're my friend. I wasn't going to suffer him saying it again."

POP!  Cherub reappears.  "Hi everyone!"

Imp kicks the body of the priest.  "Jerk!"

Mits gets to looting and resting.  "Yup.  Still hurts like the dickens when you're smushed.  Please don't make a habit of it."

"Sorry..."

  "I doubt she crushed herself to a-" delicious? "fine paste intentionally."

   He looks to the remains of the kobolds, and adds "These ones might as well have killed themselves, however.  They would have lived longer then."

Flarewing blinked a bit as the foxyfox took care of the kobolds unlucky enough to survive the phoenix's blitz.  Too bad, for them.  She shrugs a bit and gives a grin at emerald, "It's fine.  Either by your hand or at theirs, or at mine, the kobolds would've been reduced to beltskins either way."

Emerald quietly wonders if anyone would be able to tell the difference between kobold skin or other lizard skins. Then wonders if people would be able to tell the difference between her own skin and a normal fox's skin. And so on, she wonders about the entire team that way, really. "This fight was genuinely harder; Checkin, Mittens and I all got hurt. Let's rest and prepare for a tougher fight."

"That does seem to be the pattern, yes."

"What, we win?"

"Well that.  And it gets harder till you get to the end of a dungeon."

"It's a copper mine.  And it wasn't on purpose!  I just zigged when I shoulda zagged."

"Yesyes."

  Rhagar does suppose 'slightly harder' is still harder.

  "While the priest's own attack was not much to consider, I expect an actual dragon no matter how small will have a more dangerous variety...  Though Flarewing seems to have us covered on that end."

Flarewing totally gives Checkin a thumbs-up at that comment.  "Heh if any of you want well done dreagon steaks later, just let me know and I'll cook them up for you!'  she grins widely and stretches, "BUt yeah, makes sense.  Nothing wrong with a bit of a rest.  The dwarves probally around going anywhere..."  She says as she looks around, half expecting said dwarves to emerge victorious over their captors, just to see the heroes resting and assume the heroes were lazy good-for-nothings.

Emerald is unsure about eating another sentient life. "I'll keep that in mind, thanks."

She sings during the rest, causing everyone to feel pleasant. Then once the rest is over, Emerald leads the way to the double-doors.

(Position yourselves in the red square and roll initiative)

"Dragons are people," Cherub says, "People shouldn't eat people."

"But cooking them is totally ok," Imp interjects.

"The thought of sizzling steaks is making my mouth water," Mits says, taking a small bite from her rations, "But don't fight on a full stomach or something."

She listens at the door.

"I hear a kinda cute growling voice barking commands.  Sounds like this: 'Grrawrgo kargle mo slithern!  Okla gooka!'  Doesn't sound kobold.  Might be our dragon."
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Chekin finds the luxury of being picky about who and what you eat in these lands a novelty.

"Somehow, I suspect people are less choosey when it comes to using parts of a dead dragon in their arcane workings than they are eating them."  Well DUH, you aren't going to make a +7 Dragonblood greatsword if you eat the spell components.

Flarewing shrugs a bit, "Maybe it's a phoenix thing.  Cultures and rivalries and what not.  Ah well.  We can cross that bridge when we get to it."   She chirps softly and readies herself for the next wave of burnables to begin.

When the doors are opened, Checkin is immediately assaulted by kobolds! ...and every one of them hits only his armor, not getting through his defenses before backing away.

"Just a reminder that I'm fireproof," Cherub says, flying into the room to hover over the kobold's heads.

"You should know by now that the rest of your forces couldn't stop us.  You should consider parlay."

Mits fires a big, heavy-looking arrow at one of the kobolds, but misses.  When it hits the far wall it bounces wildly.  Mits slouches, looking very disappointed.

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As a conjuration, Cherub cannot be targeted by area powers and is immune to them.  Can only be damaged by ranged or melee powers.  Any enemy adjacent to her that moves without shifting is subject to an immediate attack.

A kobold charges at Checkin, knee-slides to avoid Cherub attacking him, and hops up to slash Checkin's leg, followed by Emerald's arm!

Flarewing doesn't like the fact that all the kobolds are trying to stab her bug-friend.  That's just plain rude!  She flappity-flaps and makes her way around the rude kobolds.  "Hey lizard lips!  Over here!"   Once shouted, she takes in a deep breath and lets out a stream of firey flames at the kobolds.  Certainly at least one of them is going to be deep fried by this, right?

A kobold comes up and swings at Flarewing, who dodges easily.

Emerald sings, "I'm sorry for your blunder, it really makes me wonder, how you get along..."

The slyblade trips and stumbles over into Checkin's weapon, almost getting dead.

Another kobold runs over to Flare and stabs at her. Another easy dodge for the phoenix.

  Chekin's graceful stab is alas, followed up by the quite frequently of late rolling of a 1.  Still, a free crit and a miss beats nothing and a miss.

A kobold charges up to Flare, hops to her side and gets slashed by Flarewing for getting into position. But he stabs her in return, both blades running through Flarewing's side! But since he stays where he is, light explodes and harms him more!

The dragon comes into view and breathes ice on everyone! Only Mittens and one of the kobolds gets hit, but it hurts Mittens a lot and kills the kobold! "Fools! You dare disturb the chamber of a DRAGON?!"

Right after that, a kobold rushes in, charges Checkin, and then backs up. Another kobold goes to charge Checkin and Cherub hacks him down for it!

Mits' teeth are too busy chattering for her to give a whitty come-back.  But she at least manages to down one of her two intended targets with her shaky hand.  Imp flutters over Chekin's head, trying to find a way to be helpful.

Cherub blink-blinks at the dragon and gets a helpless look in her eyes.  "W...  Aaaawww?!  It's so cuuute!"

She takes that annoying tone adults do when talking to a puppy.  "Who's a cute dragon?!  You are!  Let's be friends!"
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Flarewing will have to deal with the dragon later.  For now it's time to play the stabbing game with a certain kobold that decided it was a good idea to stand in front of her.

Emerald sings to Flarewing and the bird can feel her health restored!

Then Emerald swings at the kobold Flarewing near-gutted and hits only armor.

Another kobold hops up to Emerald and slashes at her before hopping back to where he was.
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  Chekin steps over to the tiny horde of lizards around Flarewing.  The weakling gets a karate chop to the neck, the healthy one gets a backhand across the face, and the kobold who had the nerve to impale Flarewing gets-

  "AAAAAAAAAAAAA"  His face ripped right off.

  AAAAghgggrkffrk! and said face shoved down their screaming throat, choking to death on his own face.

  Hmm, maybe Chekin likes Flarewing?  Or maybe he's just a violent bug maniac.  Either way, he follows up on all this by reaching across the room with his malformed lower arm (FIVE FINGERS!?), dragging the baby dragon over by the throat so it is easier to stab them with his tratnyr.  It is probably not a smart idea to hold a breath recharged dragon at point blank range, but totally worth it.

The dragon responds, "FOOL!" and spews ice at Checkin, Emerald and Flarewing! While flarewing manages to dodge, Checkin and Emerald are hurt badly!

Then a kobold dances about Checking, flanking him with the dragon. And manages to hit only Checkin's chitinous armor. But the near-dead kobold pops from around the corner and stabs Checkin with a flesh wound. But hey... as hurt as Checkin is, every HP counts. XD

Mits snickers at the face-eat fatality but misses her two shots.

"Sooo many puns to make about that," Imp says, flying over Checkin's head.

Cherub is still on the "cute dragon" kick and glomps the dragon's tail to cuddle it.

"I'm gunna love him, and pet him, and call him George."

Flarewing noted she would have to deal with the dragon, and so she shall!  Besides, she can't let the buggy have all the fun, or worse take the brunt of a ticked off dragon temper tantrum.   She manuvers herself close to the dragon and flares out her plumage into a firey aura and blasts it at the dragon like some kind of kaelidescope of firey laserness and wastes no time in following through with stabbing the dragon with more fire, just to be safe.

Emerald is shivering and coughing blood. But sees poor Checkin is surrounded.
She swings feebly at the kobold behind Checkin, but can't seem to find purchase in his armor.

So she sings to Checkin, "Be well, my friend, be well... and overcome this taste of hell... I give you of myself... before I rest a spell..."

Checkin's wounds close!

  Chekin takes advantage of his health improvement to make a health notprovement (that's a real word, totally) to the near dead kobold.  Driving his tratnyr through it's skull until it's halfway down the shaft.

  The bad news is this bit of overkill makes it a little too awkward to draw it out and hit the still standing enemy as well.

The slyblade behind Checkin swings at Emmy ANYWAY, but ducks under Checkin's swing and hops past Emerald.

Emerald swings and misses again (big surprise)! But backs away. She is coughing too much to sing at this point.

  Chekin steps up, and while his intended attack connects solidly enough, his spur of the moment ones fall short of penetrating the Kobold's sensible choice of armor.

  At least it's not running off anywhere for the moment.

The kobold stabs Mittens, downing her out of spite!

After Flarewing misses, Emerald makes up for her last couple misses by flinging a wand and zapping the kobold dead! Then rushes over to Mittens and kneels next to her, hoping to help.