A=Abighail
B=Ghorgath
C=Ghorza
D=Gharuk

(The Kobbos all have 5HP, the big kobbo had 12.)

c9 takes a bolt right through the chest. This makes it spit blood and yip angrily in draconic. Then there was a huge shadow obscuring the skies over the little critter. It looks up just in time to catch Ghorza's battleaxe on the forehead. Crunch. One Kobold less.

c8 big kobold lets out a disconcerting howl as his right arm is torn to shreds by the whip, flesh parting from bone, skin splitting open, a massive gush of blood spurting from the ugly wonud. It flails around, then falls into a motionless heap.

c7 and d7 kobolds screech, in a frenzy now that they smell blood, and oblivious to the overwhelming force against them. "Food! FOOD!" they screech as they both keep stabbing their rusty short blades at Gharuk. Surprisingly, the attacks find their mark! One stabs the halforc in the leg, the other manages a gash against his face. (5 damage)

As the kobold (D7) reaches out and stabs Gharuk, Ghorgath quickly spins his polearm and severs its arm. It flops to the floor with a smattering of blood. The kobold does not even let out a whimper as it collapses lifeless to the ground.

OOC
Start Position: E8
Action: Attack - Kobold (D7) Hits AC 17, does 15 damage.
Move: N-W
Move: End in D7.

HP:13/13 AC: 16
[Private to GM: OA: If an OA is granted, hits with glaive AC 13 and does 8 damage.]
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The attacks of the kobolds only seem to enrage Gharuk further. As his brother fells one, its arm dropping as lifeless to the floor as its owner, Gharuk turned to the other. He braced his stance and brought several powerful blows down on the hapless kobold, opening up slashes that would make a powerful man cry out, even flaying flesh from the creatures leg. The shock of this torturous injury was all too much and the kobold slumped, dead, to the floor.

All prey in sight dead or unconscious, Gharuk dashed forward a few steps, looking left and right, checking for any further sign of foes, but the gash on his face was bleeding into his eyes and he had to pause to clear his vision.


OOC:
Note: Half damage taken due to Rage
Start Position: D8
Attack: Whip vs. Kobold (C7)
- 11:19, Today: Gharuk rolled 24 using 1d20+6.  Whip vs. Kobold (C7).
- 11:19, Today: Gharuk rolled 10 using 1d4+6.  Damage.
- 11:20, Today: Gharuk rolled 1 using 1d10.  Hit Location = right leg
Move: W-N-N-C5

11:37, Today: Gharuk rolled 7 using 1d20+1.  Perception.

HP: 12/14, AC: 16, Conditions: Rage (4/10)

Abighail reloaded even as the last kobold fell, because six seemed small for a band of them.  She ran up to join her siblings.  Looking down at the massacred reptiles it occurred to her that someone else was going to have to cut their heads, her quarterstaff and crossbow being totally unsuited for the job.  She pulled her bolts out of the kobolds that she had hit and flicked the blood off them before returning them to their case.

The blood flowing across Gharuk's face looked grievous and Abighail reached out to him in sympathy.  "Are you all right brother?" she asked tremulously.

OOC: Start C14, move n-n-n-n-D9
AC: 13  9HP

A=Abighail
B=Ghorgath
C=Ghorza
D=Gharuk

A large figure stands at the north end of the alleyway. Its armour is grey and well used; the horns on its helmet a cumbersome trophy. A spear slung over its shoulder. It looks on as the last kobold falls; then it seems to laugh, its shoulders shaking, but no sound emanates from it. Whenever the figure moves, its form seems to grow indistinct, making you unsure of where exactly it stands.

The kobolds look pale and almost sucked-dry from close up.

The spectral warrior looks like death itself compared to the puny opposition the kobolds had been.  Could it be an illusion, or was that wishful thinking?  Abighail fears the apparition, but her strong family around her made her bold.  She moves slightly forward yet stays within the protection of her brothers, and pulls the lens of the ancient entity dangling from her mother's necklace forth from her shirt.  The warrior seen through the lens is a shifting blur of a thousand murders committed in its name.  Abighail points her fingers at it in the gesture of warding and an alien voice calls from deep within her "Iyallytu forsthtreth ngalletu" and black lightning erupts from her fingers towards the dark menace.

OOC: Start D9, move D8-C7
Cast Witch Bolt
15:42, Today: Abighail rolled 4 using 1d12.  damage.
15:41, Today: Abighail rolled 21 using 1d20+4.  witch bolt.
AC 13 9HP

Watching the witch bolt fly into the undead warrior, Ghorgath looks very impressed a this little sister. Not to be left out, he strides confidently towards the silent spectre with purpose. However as he passes Gharuk, he pulls out a silvered short sword and holds the handle towards Gharuk for him to grab. (If he doesn't take it, Ghorgath lets it drop to the floor before he attacks). Continuing his stride he twists his body back before throwing his full weight into the swing of his glaive. His glaive swipes through the warrior, but whether it does any damage remains to be seen.

OOC
Start Position: D7
Move: N-N-free action to pass short sword to Gharuk
Move: NW-N-N-E2
Action: Attack - Undead Warrior (D7) Hits AC 23 with glaive, does 13 damage.
Move: End in E2.
HP:13/13 AC: 16
[Private to GM: OA: If an OA is granted, hits with glaive AC 24 and does 10 damage.]

As the grey-clad figure appeared, Gharuk was taken aback some by it's hazy appearance. Assuming this was a greater foe than the kobolds, he dropped his whip and took the sword proffered by his brother even as he recoiled slightly as his sister threw lightning at it, but was more than willing to bull into the fight. He thrust at the warrior, his blow piercing the chest of his target.

OOC:
Start Position: C5
Move: N-N-C2
Non-action: Take shortsword from Ghorgath
Action: Attack Mysterious Warrior
- 22:47, Today: Gharuk rolled 19 using 1d20+6.  Silvered Shortsword vs. Mysterious Warrior.
- 22:47, Today: Gharuk rolled 11 using 1d6+6.  Damage.
- 22:54, Today: Gharuk rolled 7 using 1d10.  Hit Location =

HP: 12/14, AC: 16, Conditions: Rage (Round 5/10)
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Following Gharuk forward toward the spectral creature.  Axe at the ready she prepares to veer inn the opposite direction that Gharuk takes next turn.

OOC:
Start:C9 move north to C3
20:30, Today: Ghorza rolled 7 using 1d20+5.  attack of opportunity.
AC:  18  HP 10/10

A=Abighail
B=Ghorgath
C=Ghorza
D=Gharuk

w (AC12 HP7/22) The spectre shimmers and writhes as weapons pass through it. For a moment it is surprised by the fury of the assaults - then it raises its hand in a sort of salute, and fades into and through the wall behind it, careful to not draw any more attacks from them. He is about as solid as a bad dream....

Searching through the poor kobolds turns up a hoard of ninety copper coins, and a rabbit's foot safely stowed in a leather pouch on the big kobold (possibly worthless).

XP: 125 xp for the kobolds and 100 xp for the specter = 56 XP to each character.

Do you want to explore more, or go back to New Phlan?

"Yeah!  You'd better run!" Abighail shouts at the wall where the spectre disappeared, then runs up to Ghorza with her hand in the air, ready for a "high-five" which is something that the orphans in Tantras would do when there was a victory to celebrate, like stealing a pie or knocking the hat off a noble-born that refused to give them a coin in passing.  Still, Abighail's excitement is tempered by the alien feeling left behind after casting a potent spell, a nauseous chill as the touch of her master recedes back into the void where it waits, taking a little part of her as it goes.

Still gripped by his frenzy, Gharuk tried to chase the spectral warrior, his borrowed bladed striking sparks against the wall twice before he gave it up as a lost cause. As the red mist cleared from his eyes, the sailor breathed heavily and grinned at his family for a long moment; the thrill of victory glorious in his eyes.

"Good blade, brother!" he said as he handed it back, hilt first "and who knew about that lightning?! I wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of you little sister. Hah!" he joked as he swept Abighail up in a bear hug, spinning around like she was a little girl. He put his youngest sister down and turned to Ghorza and slapped her heartily on the back, despite her armour "I don't forget you, 'orza; I saw you chop that skrag good!"

His celebratory comments done, Gharuk looked around, taking stock with a deep frown of concentration. He appeared to be trying to count, mouthing the numbers as he pointed at the corpses of the kobolds, but seemed to get lost after three and had to start over. After several attempts, he just shrugged and pulled his handaxe from its ring at his belt and moved towards the nearest body, collecting his whip on the way. He stood over the corpse and coiled the long length of sinew and leather before kicking the body into a convenient position, bracing his stance and hacking the head from its shoulders. "Anyone got a sack?" he shouted over his shoulder, as he moved towards the next body.
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Ghorgath returns Abighail's high five, and is all smiles until he gets his short sword back. Turning around and examining the blade closely, he silently shakes his head at the nicks on the edge of the blade. Hiding his further displeasure, he sheathes the sword them puts a smile back on his face to hide the hours of work it will take to resharpen the blade.

While Ghaurk works on beheading the kobolds, Ghorgath continues to pace around, as if he is still looking for enemies.
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Gharuk's bear hug takes Abighail totally by surprise; it was like some kind of friendly attack meant to disorient her, and it worked.  He spun her around and it was almost like she should hold onto him for support, but really he was lucky that she wasn't holding onto one of her daggers.  Before she could think what to do, he had released her and left her standing there with her arm still in the air.  Ghorgath comes along and slaps it, and the spell is broken.  Being in a family could be strange sometimes.

Gharuk made short work of beheading the kobolds, dragging the grisly trophies around by the ears. By the time he was done, he was covered in gore. He swiped at his face and arms a bit but gave up when he realised he was just smearing the mess and not cleaning anything.

"Hrrg. I need a bath. Or a clean rag." He looked down at his clothes "I might need a new shirt too. Hey!" he said suddenly, distracted by whoever was holding the rabbits-foot charm they found on the larger kobolds body "Do you want that? I'll give you my share of the copper for it."

Ghorgath checks out the area, looking for anything hidden or missed. He still expects another wave of kobolds to come rushing in.

Perception check: 21.

What sort of weapons did the kobolds use, were they wearing any armour? What entrances and exits area there to this area? Did the large kobold have any things on him like scribbled notes, a better weapon etc?
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Catching her breath after her first real combat Ghorza bowed her head in shame.  As a follower of Tempus she hadn't landed a single blow, but just ran around like a small child chasing a ball.  "Tempus forgive-I shall do better" she muttered.

  Looking around at her brothers and sister a smile crept over her face.  Relief actually that no one was hurt.  Although her family was a new addition in her short life, she was finding solace and comfort in them.

"Well done everyone, with the exception of Gharuk now needing a bath, I'd say we kicked arse and came through unscathed. Shall we head back to claims the spoils?"

"Yeah, let's go get some pies!  I could eat a whole one myself."  Abighail says with relish.  The day had been good so far, and only pie could make it better.

Grinning, he blurts out "Just don't start saying food food food, or they will assume we are kobolds", he chuckles.

Walking back to the locked gate, Ghorgoth checks to make sure everyone is packed and ready to go. He raises his eyebrows to Ghorzo and looks directly at her pack on the ground. Smiling, he taps on the gate with the butt of his glaive.

"Six kobold heads ready for you, open the gate."
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(Un)fortunately, no more enemies challenge the party. The dead end stays quite dead, with no unded additions. There are definite sounds of movement fom the other side of the walls, though, but nothing seems interested in broaching into the side street you are in.

Apart from the rabbbt's foot and copper coins, there is nothing else of value here. If you feel particularly copper-pinching, the slings the kobolds were using might fetch a copper apiece. Their rusty, damaged dagger-sized blades seem worthless - perhaps the blacksmith might smelt them and make something useful out of the metal. They had no armor. What hoard they might have is probably behind the horthern wall, through the small cracks they barely squeezed through to attack you. You could break the wall down, or climb over it into the adjoining space.

Who has the rabbit foot?

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A guard opens the gate, in answer to Ghorgat's banging, just a little bit. His name is Shortly, and he is the guy who usually draws the shortest straw. The other guards are on top of the three-metre wall, well protected and ready to throw down spears and rocks should there be trouble.

Because, let's be honest, who in their right mind wants to open the door for four violent, gore-splattered half-orcs?

"Oh... hey. Come in, come in. Good show." Shortly has an aristrocratic accent, which is strange, because he is a simple guardman. He pulls the outer gate open to let the party through, and stays well clear of the gore-soaked members.

Boros is having a snack in the small square on the other side of the gate. He grunts something through a mouthful of onions and cheese, and points to a large basket labeled "Kobold Heads". Finally, he swallows and washes it down with applewine.

"Good job. Each kobold head turned in is rewarded by ten copper in the town hall. You can take the rest of the day off and get settled in. Questions?"

Looking at the others, Ghorgath quickly shakes his head. He was just looking forward to sitting down and taking a break. He heads on through the gate and towards the barracks.

A curt "Hrnk" is all the response either Shortly or Boros get from Gharuk as he tosses the heads into the basket. As he head towards the barracks in the wake of his brother, he looks closely at the rabbits foot, dangling from its leather thong.

OOC: I've got the rabbits foot, in exchange for my share of the copper we found on the kobolds (seeing as I got no objection to the suggestion earlier!), if everyone else wants to take a third share of that. I assume we'll divvy up the 60cp for the heads equally, but if anyone wants to try and gip Gharuk out of his share, it shouldn't be hard; he's not that bright and fond of gambling!

Sorry for the long OOC!

Without opening his eyes, Ghorgath mumbles "Be careful with my sword next time, you put some nicks in the edge by hitting the wall."

"I know you get carried away when you get all hyped up and all, but still ..."

Following the others out of the slums Ghorza takes one last look over her shoulders looking back at her first true combat.

Then turning to the others; "I agree Abighail food would be a welcome addition and a chance for us to discuss us next course of action."