Syler Entry 2
We were all feeling pretty good at having rescued our (very) old friend Douven from an underpants gnome. Douven was telling stories the majority of the way back to Winterhaven, and my stomach started growling something fierce. We got back to the town around mid-day, just in time for some lunch. A small feast was had and after I filled my belly I looked around the tavern for any marks. Bingo. A merchant had just finished his meal and was on his way out. I pointed him out to Ethol and Balasar and suggested we try to sell the mirror we found at the burial site to him. They agreed.
So we traipsed through town and entered the shop. Really nice place, tons of great gear. Luckily, I had almost everything I needed, but I did want to get a couple more stones for my sling and a couple of bolts for the crossbow I snatched out of the gnomes cold fingers. Ethol did the talking with the merchant while Balasar displayed the mirror. The merchant offered a fair price for it and Ethol agreed. I told the merchant we’d throw in the chest for 2 stones and 2 bolts and he agreed to that too. So maybe I won’t rob this guy… for now. Anyhow, I figured we should ask the merchant about the strange amulet I got off that kobold yesterday so I dug into Ethol’s belongings and showed it to the merchant. Sadly, he didn’t recognize the symbol, but said he would pay gold for the amulet. Will have to keep that in mind after we find Ethol’s sister. Ethol flapped his(?) lips in surprise at seeing the amulet in my hand, so I tossed it back at him. Didn’t really need anything else at the shop, so we grabbed our gold and headed out.
We passed by that pipe smoking scholar’s tower on the way back and I suggested we stop in and see if he knew anything about the kobold amulet we had. Guy wasn’t there, or ignored our knocks so we left a note and headed back to the inn. Once we arrived we split the gold with the rest of the party. Douven was talking with the farmer who drew us the map that led to the dragon burial site and that bitchy elf approached Ethol. Seems she felt bad about dissing him and apologized. She explained that her sister was killed by Eladrin, and she took it out on our wizard. She also mentioned cult activity in the area. Apparently she was one of the few people who’d actually seen some weird stuff. I dug around Ethol’s pocket for the kobold amulet and showed it to her. She didn’t recognize any of the symbols on it and Ethol flapped his lips some more about me taking stuff on his person. Frickin’ fey. Your ears are pointy, your eyes are open, use them next time. Oh yeah, there was one of the local sentries in the tavern and he approached us too. Said he’d heard we had taken up the task of clearing out the kobolds. I was afraid he was going to ask why we weren’t out killing them now, which in all honesty I was wondering myself, but he just wanted to tell us about something called “Irontooth” that the kobolds had been heard mentioning lately.
Having looked at the obsidian kobold amulet in the shape of the dragon, I thought maybe Irontooth was a dragon and said as much to the party. Whatever, we weren’t going to do anything about the kobolds tonight so I ate and drank until I became drowsy and caught some Zs.
The next day Tolis-Va led us towards the suspected kobolds’ lair by a waterfall. We approached from the north and were fairly quiet. Good thing too, as Tolis and I heard the distinct chattering of those no-good scaly bastards past some trees in front of us. We told the rest of the group what we saw, a bunch of kobolds, one of which was inside some kind of magic circle, and Morthos came up with a plan of attack. Tolis and I moved forward and started unloading on the kobold in the magic circle. The rest of the group charged in, Morthos and Balasar crossed the river to our right. I entered the circle, as did a whole bunch of kobolds, and immediately felt a surge of power as my attacks were a bit more focused. The fight was fierce, and I got hit by another one of those grenadiers, this time I wasn’t on fire but boy did I stink (I aimed to return the favor), but in the end we were standing and all but one kobold was not. The last one, that grenade lobbing bastard, went running into the waterfall like a pansy. Ethol ran after him and then ran right back out screaming about more kobolds inside.
We rushed into the waterfall and found another sizable group of kobolds. We also met Irontooth, a goblin, as he came out to aid the kobolds. Morthos went down but got back up, then Tolis-Va went down, then Ethol went down, then Morthos again, then Balasar. At this point I knew I was fuct. Irontooth had bit death’s dong, but there were still six kobolds and only one me. I fought for as long as I could, but they brought me down too.
Ow, my freaking head.