Alina crept to the edge of the opening and peered out. She could not see where the halfling had gone, but now saw the four kobolds that occupied this chamber. Three of the kobolds stood under the burning torch conversing in small barks. The fourth headed towards the crates.
Kay: Does he actually see me?
DM: Do you want to ask him?
Sue: I’m ready to pounce on him, if he spots her.
The kobold reached the crates and plopped down on a sack of grain near the halfling.
With a nod, Alina emerged from the crack and hurled her spear into the chest of one of the kobolds. The surprised look on the creature’s face remained even after death.
The two kobolds standing next to their fallen comrade began barking loudly as they drew their rust-pitted swords and charged the half-elf just as the cleric emerged from the crack in the wall.
The kobold lying on the sack of grain jumped up, taken by surprise by all the commotion. The halfling lept from shadows behind it, stabbing the kobold in the back multiple times. Between the shoulder blades, in the kidneys, in the neck, in the . . .
Tess: I think he’s dead, Kay.
Circe ineffectively tried to beat the the two remaining kobolds back. She kicked and swung her mace, which often slammed against the thickest parts of their leather armor.
The kobolds swung and slashed their rusty swords at the cleric, heavily bruising Circe’s legs underneath her armor.
Alina drew her sword and hacked at one of the kobolds, cutting down one of the creatures assaulting the cleric. The remaining one fled to the door in the north wall.
Two arrows pierced the back of the kobold before he could pull the door open. The dying yelp of the creature echoed inside the now quiet chamber.
Alina: Nice shot.
The halfing lowered her short bow and nodded.
Tess: My thac sucks. I hit nothing.