Keep on the Shadowfell - Session 2

The next day the members of Bad Wolf come down the stairs into the common room of the inn refreshed, rejuvenated and ready to try to take out those Kobolds once and for all. Again.

J'Draven caught a curious sight out of the corner of her eye. Sitting at the bar was a man in robes holding a sign with the words, "Wizard, LFG" He introduced himself as Alazar, a human wizard on a quest to locate his Mentor who he has known for years and has suddenly gone missing, Douven Staul......or Douval......or Donnovan......or... Anyway, finding him is worth like 1,250 XP so it's really important.

When asked if he has any useful skills, Alazar lifts his beer mug and magically chills it, illiciting a gasp from everyone nearby... "He's in." gruffly states the Dwarf, Slavin. "But he's drinking at like 8 in the morning..." observed J'Draven . "Are you sure you want..." "I said he's IN." interrupted the Dwarf in a voice that said negotiations were closed.

With the interview out of the way, everyone settled down to a nice breakfast of eggs, sausage and chilled beer while they discussed their plans. "Ok, " Jacobb started. "the dragon burial site you want us to check out isn't too far from the Kobold lair we need to take down. We'll hit your place on the way back if you help us." Alazar agreed because he's always up for a little adventure. "Very important, " stated Jacobb. "If you see a goth elven ranger chick you have to make her think that today is the day we are going to the Keep."

Coincidentally, the Elven ranger walked in just in time to hear the words "Today is the day we are going to the Keep" come out of Jacobbs mouth.

The party immediately started discussing travel arraingments regarding the Keep, had another round of chilled beer and decided to head out. A slightly tipsy Halfling rogue piped up on the way out the door, "Wait....are we really going to the Keep today?"

Cautiously sneaking up to the Kobold lair, the party spots over a dozen Kobolds hanging outside of a waterfall cave. J'Draven slinks off into the trees and effectively dissappears while Alazar eyes a dense gathering of the beasts. "I'll take care of this." he proclaims and begins casting a powerful spell. A single Kobold minion falls deep asleep while the others are alerted to the precense of inturders!
"Impressive." states Nobalis, drawing his sword.
"Indeed." replys Ross, readying his shield.

The fight was chaotic, Kobolds swarming everywhere. J'Draven threw daggers from concealed positions with devastating results, Ross and Slavin marched into the thick of it hacking and slashing, Nobalis shouted inspiring catch-phrases while Jacobb and Alazar stood back and sniped with crossbow and magic missiles. Alazar droped three Kobolds at once with a well placed Scorching Burst and shouted, "See! See! Magic is cool!"

In the end, they were just Kobolds after all, they died quickly and with little honor. They looted the corpses for anything of value and took a quick rest. J'Draven slipped quietly into the cave behind the waterfall. She counted another 15 Kobolds and another two concealed exits. Thinking quickly, she used the sticky orbs she scavenged off the slingers and fashioned makeshift traps along the hidden exits. "Let's see them sneak up on us now..." she chuckled quietly.

Once everyone was in position the Mage let off a burst of Arcane energy into the cave entrance, Kobolds poured out of the disturbed lair like angry ants. Reptilian squeals of frustration filled the air as would be flankers were stuck fast in the rogue's sticky traps. Jacobb and Alazar took the stuck reptillians down easily while the rest of the group pushed up the center in force.

"Irontooth!! I warn Irontooth!!" screamed a Kobold as he ran further back into the lair. Moments later a harsh, bleating horn heralds the appearance of a burly battle-scarred goblin. A great tattoo depicting a skeletal ram's head marks this goblin's face. He wears a wolf fur cloak and he weilds a battleaxe in both hands. Two more Kobold Dragonshields and a Wyrmpriest enter from the other side of the lair, obviously upset at being interrupted in the middle of....whatever they were doing.

The members of Bad Wolf split up to attempt to keep the two groups from supporting each other...at the risk of not being supported themselves. Ross faces off bravely against the Wyrmpriest and Dragonshield and issued his mighty battlecry.... "Medic!!!!!!!!!"

J'draven rushes to assist while the others face off against the mighty Goblin (106 HP on a level 3 Goblin?!? What the hell version of D&D is this?!?) and the Cleric and Wizard hurry to catch up.

Irontooth steps up and swings his mighty axe back and forth rapidly attacking both the Dwarven fighter and the Tiefling warlord. It is all too apparent that this creature means business.

The Wyrmpriest and the Dragonborn face off, one breathing gouts of fire and the other a blast of lightning, each trying to outflank the other. Only the teamwork from J'Draven and the timely arrival of the Cleric save the noble Paladin from certain embarrassment. Er.. 'death'.

"If yer quite done over there we could really use an assist." grunted the Dwarven fighter, struggling to stay upright under the mighty blows of the enraged Goblin. With the party reunited, Irontooth was overwhelmed and fell shouting "Kalarel and Lord Orcus, prepare my way!" With his death, Winterhaven was once again safe from the raiding band of Kobold marauders. Well, *this* band anyway.

In Irontooth's personal chambers a locked chest was found (J'Draven "Yay!!!") and with the silver key Jacobb found on the dead body it was easily opened. (J'Draven "Awwww....") Inside the party found a bunch of gold coins and a nifty set of finely crafted +1 Dwarven Scale Mail. "Dibbs!" cried Slavin. "Twas made by a dwarf and it should be worn by one. And I need better armor. Really."

With that, they decided to camp out right there in the defensible cave and head back to town in the morning, with a quick stop at the dragon burial ground on the way to check for Alazar's missing close friend and Mentor, Dunder something or other.