genericangstyposter Posted:

Jason drinks one of his invisibility potions and approaches the area above where the kobolds live.

I roll move silently (10). I’ll need to know if that succeeds (or SEEMS to succeed, at the least) before I continue.

You uncork the natty-flavoured potion and grimace as you force it down your throat. You can feel the foul liquid burn as it spreads itself throughout all parts of your body, the spell inherent in the invisibility exerting its will over material reality: twisting, tugging, turning, until you look down at yourself and see… nothing.

Hmm. Not bad.

Your back near the dirt wall, you steadily make your way down. You needn’t have worried: as you approach the bottom, the sheer amount of noise they’re making hits you almost like a solid stone wall. You don’t think they would have noticed even if you had ran in screaming with a horde of naked ogre whores engaged in an all-out orgy on top of elephants… well, maybe they would have noticed that. But you’re pretty sure they haven’t noticed you.

Voaer: As you make your way down, you notice something interesting about the way the lower levels of the spiral is built. At the last fifty feet or so, little cul-de-sacs have been carved into the walls, with drag marks showing that whatever they used to hold have been dragged down into the pit. It must have been pretty damn heavy, if the marks are anything to judge by.

Twenty feet from the skull now. You can see the Kobold King (for want of a better name) standing over his rag-tag band of kobolds almost proudly, as if there was a certain paternal pride involved. In his hands he holds a greatsword, a regal (if somewhat filthy) red cape flowing over his back and a little crown on his head. Your eyes light up at the amount of gold adorning his body: it would likely fetch a pretty price on the market.

His two bodyguards, however, look like they mean business. Although they’re decked out in half-plate obviously built for someone bigger, they look rather comfortable in the armour and- more importantly- proficient in the use of such armour. You begin to worry a little: kobolds have never been the smartest of creatures, but if they’re intelligent enough to wear armour and put crowns on their heads (instead of their bums), your little ruse may require a little bit of work.

For starters, there’s the problem of wading through all the kobolds to get to beneath the skull itself. You could make a jump for it from where you are perched right now, but you know that would make SOME noise, and you’re not sure if the Three Smart Kobolds ontop would hear you if you did so. As things are now, though, you’re safe where you are.