(OOC: to keep things simple and to get things rolling ASAP, everyone gets the same first mission. Let's see who can flatten the kobolds in the least amount of rounds!)

The welcome to Phlan was nice enough. A short blonde fellow named Rolf guided you through the city. He showed the major points of interest, as well as pointed out that drinking the polluted sludge of the Stojanow river was unhealthy. You made the acquaintance with the guards at the City Hall, as well as the garrison commander.

The latter introduced himself as Boros of the Red Boar. It was difficult to decide whether he was a halforc or a human - but this is not Hillsfar, and capable people are not asked what race they are. His worn scale armor an silver, perfectly polished axe speak volumes about his experience. Boros leads the merry band of soldiers that are von Urslingen's followers. These number about one hundred and fify, mostly infantry with light armor, polearm and shield. There are twenty elite archers and thirty light cavalry as well.

So Boros shows you around your new home.

The barracks are plenty large to house the garruson as well as your merry band. Its basement doubles as storage area and prison. Currently there is only one prisoner - an enormous brute snoring in the corner cell. The guards seem to avoid going near the cell.

Mercenaries' quarters are in the east wing of the barracks. It is a single big dorm, with eight solid bunk beds and appropriate chests. A fireplace on the inside wall is just waiting for a fire and a nice pot bubbling with stew.

But Boros just laughs. "I guess you'd like to rest and relax a bit? There'll be none of that. Get organized and meet me outside in ten minutes for your first assignment. Or you can run away." He harrumphs, turns around and leaves.

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The first assignment sounds easy enough. You are shoved through the gate into the slums area, and told to procure half a dozen kobold heads.

"And don't return empty-handed!" Boros yells before the gate to New Phlan slams shut. The alleyway leading from the wall is narrow; the buildings in the slums are just looted and burnt-out husks. Warily, you advance for a minute or two, getting your bearings.

Someone laughs, up ahead. it is an unpleasant, animalistic sound.

"Meat!" a shrill little voice suddenly screams out. "New meat!" Kobolds stream from a house, bradishing their eating utensils. They scream and chitter madly. "Food! Food! FOOD!"

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k = kobolds
K = bigger kobold
shaded areas = walls/impassable/blocks LoS
x = escape route (in case you need it)

team can deploy anywhere on rows 19 and 20.
pick spots and state actions. Team has the initiative.

Caine draws his shortsword while moving at speed from the opening of the slums to the last wall between the kobolds and the party.


OOC:
Caine starts at F-19 and dashes though F-18, F-17, F-16, F-15, F-14,  F-13, F-12, F-11, F-10, F-9, E-8, to D-7 as his move.

His second action will be to wait for something to come within range.

[Private to GM: AC: 14, HP: 9, reaction: Fold, spindle, and mutilate any kobold that comes within range]

Cursing her short legs (not for the first time) Sharlee careered straight forward before taking a half jink to the right.

"That's the way, Cainey" she said in a quiet voice.  "You leads them onto you and I'll smash their heads in." She grinned evilly at the thought.


With flail in hand, SHarlee Dashes from A19 all the way up to A10 line before diverting to B9.

Entering the area Ra'Mer immediately moves forward and gets to a point he can see one of the kobolds, in fact the bigger of the group.
With shield presented high in the direction of the kobolds Ra'Mer leans back and hurls a javelin at the big guy. Aiming he tries to put all his might into it and get a first kill....
11:24, Today: Ra'Mer rolled 7 using 1d20.  Attack big K.
The javelin flies right over his intended target which elicits a deep growl from the barbarian,
"Grrrrr Rah!!!"

Move from E-19 to C-15

OOC- Rolled 2 rolls back to back and both were 18+ in another game and likely will not need them but WHEN I need it...... 7!
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Faire entered the area with her normal, bored expression. Hunting Kobolds? That was their mission? It was rather boorish. Crude even. Not at all suited for a woman like her, for a person who had trained in the arcane arts. Still, that didn't mean that she wouldn't complete the job. After all, she had to start somewhere before beginning her real career. She tapped her staff against the ground and began a low chant, calling upon the arcane powers of the universe. She targeted the nearest kobold. The people in front of her might not matter that much, but they would certainly thank her for extending their boring little lives for a few moments. Rime and frost gathered around the kobold, spiking furiously as she finished the final verse.


Move from D19 to C-15   Spell: Frostbite: Con Save, DC 13
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OOC: Faire, you realize that you can't even SEE the closest kobold from the entrance?

So Faire moves to where she can see one of the kobolds for the spell.

In return, the lizardlings rush forward to swarm the nearest opponent. Which would be Caine. The monk is almost buried under madly chittering, stabbing beasts. Their rusty blades finding their marks more often than not.

a1 kobold > c6 HP5/5 AC12 hits for 4 damage.
b1 kobold > d6 HP5/5 AC12 hits for 4 damage
c2 big kobold > c7 HP12/12 AC12 misses.
d3 kobold > c8 HP5/5 AC12 misses.
a5 kobold > d8 HP5/5 AC12 Hits for 3 damage.
b4 kobold > gets hit by a solid ray of frost from Faire, and becomes an icicle. One kobold less.

Things don't look so good for the team.

Caine dreams of doing bad things to kobolds.


OOC:
ignore the hit and damage rolls. I misread my AC as hits.

I really wish this game had had a fourth healer...or three teams. :-)

[Private to GM: AC: 14, HP: 0, one failed death save, reaction: bleed]
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"Raarrgh!  Leave him alone, you little squits."

Sharlee swung her flail at the nearest kobold but it jinked away from her strike.

The barbarian's face reddened with embarrassment.



13:10, Today: Sharlee rolled 8 using 1d20+4.  Attack C8 (with Rage).

My usual dice luck :(

PS IS there a bonus for flanking?  A +2 would give me 10 which just might be a hit.

In reply to Sharlee (msg # 9):

Flanking might be able to give advantage, which would give you an extra die roll to choose from. Don't have access to my books right now though, or reliable access to a computer. :(

With Caine being swarmed there is no chance for another javelin throw, instead Ra'Mer throws himself into a rage and runs up to the nearest kobold attacking Caine.
With shield in one hand still Ra'Mer slams his warhammer into the abdomen of the little lizard. Rewarded with what some might consider sickening but Ra'mer is quite satisfied by the sound. Though it is short lived as his rage carries him on to the next or one more strike on this one if it does not fall.



12:05, Today: Ra'Mer rolled 5 using 1d10.  Location.
12:03, Today: Ra'Mer rolled 10 using 1d8+4.  Warhammer Damage.
12:03, Today: Ra'Mer rolled 23 using 1d20+4.  Rage attack.

Faire groans a bit as she notices the downed Monk. “Already? Come on…” She mutters under her breath. It seemed that idiots weren’t very hard to come by this early in an adventuring career. It was just like her teacher had told her. Still, he knew that she needed to do something quickly if she wanted for them to win the fight and for everyone to survive this. She normally liked to conserve her larger spells, but she supposed it was time to call upon the powers of the first level of magic. She spoke the words and incantations, making a symbol in the air in front of her with the staff she held. The power came out as a series of insidious whispers among the kobolds, bidding them to go to sleep.

OOC: 28 “Damage” From the Spell. The first 5 kobolds that fail their saves (I believe there is a save but am away from my PHB at the moment) Will fall asleep.

c9 kobold goes splat, Ra'Mer's warhammer rupturing several important internal organs.

The mighty magical spell Faire casts is enough to put all the remaining kobolds to sleep. They collapse like marionettes whose strings have been cut in mid-motion.

(yes, all - they have 27 HP total combined, and her spell affects 28 HP worth of creatures, with no saving throw.)

Everything is eerily quiet.

Sharlee looks in amazement at the snoring kobolds.

"Now?  Is that us done or do we have to crush their little heads as well?"

She swung her flail menacingly.

Caine sits up and blinks, then probes his wounds to see how bad they are, "Well, THAT wasn't the brightest idea I've ever had." He looks around, "Anyone got a sack? If not, someone is going to have to carry two heads." He starts hacking off heads. "We needed 5, right?"

Faire rolled her eyes at the fighter before speaking softly. “Try to keep quiet or they’ll wake up. And we’re supposed to bring the heads <i>back<i>, remember? “ She looked over to the monk and frowned. ”Wish we had a cleric. Then you might have gotten out of that conscious.” She yawned and looked over to the Kobolds. ”A sack may be a good idea. I’m not putting those heads in my backpack.”  She rubbed her forehead with her palm. “I swear this is barbaric. Surely there’s better proof of their demise. She sighed before shrugging. “One of you can go ahead and slit their throats. I think I’ve contributed enough for this battle.” She went back to idly inspecting her fingernails for the moment.

Sharlee looked a little disgruntled at not being able to smash a few heads in but made it up by slitting the remaining throats.

She unpicked a few strands from her jerkin and twisted them into twine.  Then looped the twine through the nostrils of a couple of the kobolds and fastened them to a javelin.  This she hefted over her shoulder as a carrying pole.

"We right then?"

Ra'Mer had no issue assisting in taking the heads of the kobolds, so with a shrug of his shoulders he draws his handaxe. Sharp as his axe is it takes a few good whacks to cuts through the little lizards leathery skin and neck bones offer some resistance. Luckily his experience in the wilds taught him to avoid most of the blood splatter.
"We are good.....they are not so good."
Finishing up he hands the head(s) he collects to Sharlee to string up for easy carrying, eying her with some approval.