[001] The Undervaults

waysoftheearth wrote:
Dishmab's mail armour might be "useful" to someone also...

mgtremaine wrote:
OOC: I'm assuming it's dwarf sized and can not be used by an Elf.... If that is NOT the case then Tirandir would certainly put it on. Otherwise i assume Jaras might be able to use it???

-Mike

mushgnome wrote:
Or Dishmab's incoming twin sister...

waysoftheearth wrote:
Very good... Tirandir strips the mail armour off the slain dwarf-woman, and slings the coat of rings over his own shoulders. It is somewhat too broad and too short for him, but he feel safer already.

(please add 50lb to Tirandir's load).

waysoftheearth wrote:
There is also Dishmab's morning star, and the crude clubs and whatnot that belonged to the 14 slain kobolds.


What next gentlemen?

mgtremaine wrote:
Tirandir would, after all the various other tasks, eventually make his way to the corridor the kobolds came from. Arrow drawn, he would take a long look and listen down the corridor.

Then he looks back and Mot and his new best friend. Gives a small "hmmm" like sigh, and shrugs his shoulders. Tirandir nods at Mot and then points at the kobold and then back at the corridor with his Bow and waits to see if the party is ready.

-Mike

TheLeadershipGeek (SMKSensei) wrote:
Jaras continues assisting as needed, lighting a fresh torch as is soon necessary. He stands ready to accompany and assist his taller friends. With the smells of muck and kobold blood in the air, even his appetite is diminished, he'd rather move forward than linger long.

Zenopus wrote:
Mot replies to the charmed kobold loudly in its language, "Hold on, I can't follow you in the dark. I am the chieftain of this group of weaklings. They do as I bid and follow me where I travel. Lead the way and I will command them to follow. Let me instruct them now". Mot turns to the party, "The kobold is enchanted and will lead me to its lair, which is guarded by "large fellows". Pretend to be my followers and guards and follow me closely. Someone bring light with us".

Mot will keep his Scroll of Sleep at the ready.

mgtremaine wrote:
Tirandir would fall in step behind Mot and his little fiend, er I mean friend. Arrow ready of course.

-Mike

waysoftheearth wrote:
The kobold seems undecided for a moment, then figures it all too complicated for its little brain. It scurries off down the darkened passage with Mot and company in tow.

(Over to thread 002 we go...)