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Hoard Of The Dragon Queen [IC]

Victoria moved quickly, spear and shield at the ready as she backed up Aylin. Moving to make sure her companions wouldn't be easily swarmed by kobolds, she struck with a decisive firmness to her blows against the smaller scaled folk.

Moving to attack kobolds. If one attack downs one, I'll place the second on another. 15 to hit for one attack, 8 damage. 13 for the bonus action attack for 5 damage. All attacks are non lethal.
 
Although it was probably best she stay put, Armarille felt a rush of excitement. "I won't let you steal all the glory, girls!" Drawing her rapier, she rushes into tje fray, seeking to incapacitate the remaining cultist!

Armarille runs towards the remaining cultist, seeking to knock them out with her Rapier. 7 to hit, dealing 5 damage if it connects.
 
Aurora felt a little clumsy for reacting a bit slower than her companions, but she also moved. She pounced and rushed to them with a scary feline expression, growling like a beast.

Seeing Armarille distracting the second cultist, the shifter attacks the same target, slashing at his leg to incapacitate them, then hitting them on the head with the flat of her giant blade.

"Got ya, dear!"

Moving forward and using Attack action. Probably Armarille missed with a 7, so I'll attack the same target as her. I'm roleplaying it as two attacks, but it's only one:

→Greatsword attack: {10, 17} +6=23, slashing damage: {4+1}+4= 9
 
Aylin-25
Kobold-20
Raider-19
Kobold-16
Kobold-16
Kobold-14
Amarille-10
Victoria-10
Aurora-8
Kobold-8
Raider-5
Kobold-3

The second human drops, bleeding enough that she'll be down till the battle concludes.

The kobolds, all four that are left, have managed to draw their weapons in preparation, but even then, Aylin's blazing speed keeps her ahead of them.
 
And just like that, the numbers were even. Aylin didn't let up the attack for a second, whirling and darting towards the remaining kobolds even as they found their weapons. She easily knocked one kobold's dagger aside with her blade so that she could strike him in the face, and as her first victim fell she used his body as a springboard to reverse direction and deliver a devastating spinning kick to another. The one small mercy for the kobolds was that she was still striking non-lethally; they certainly had prisoners by now, but perhaps their captives would be more willing to talk if their friends were spared.

Shortsword attack: 19 to hit (12 + 7), 9 damage (4 + 5).
Unarmed attack: 17 to hit (10 + 7), 7 damage (2 + 5).
 
Aylin-25
Kobold-20
Raider-19
Kobold-16
Kobold-16
Kobold-14
Amarille-10
Victoria-10
Aurora-8
Kobold-8
Raider-5
Kobold-3

The whirlwind of pain that is Aylin drops two more, leaving just two frightened, hesitant kobolds. You have a strong feeling that you can get them to submit without further violence at this point, given that they look like someone could shout "Boo!" and they'd drop their weapons.
 
Armarille missed her attack, only to see Aurora rush in and raise hell. The half-drow bit her lip as the shapechanger spoke to her, grinning as she whispred, "Thank you, doll. Nice moves...maybe you can show me a thing or two later?"

With a wink, she turned to the remaining kobolds, noticing their fear as she shouted, "Drop your weapons, and get on the ground, or else I'll have these fine ladies show you what happens to raiders in these parts!"

Armarille rolls Intimidation on the Kobolds, rolling a 14
 
Aylin's movements were a joy to see, and Aurora loved the commitment of the whole group. And Armarille's words charmed her. Was ir magic or just her natural beauty?

"Doll?" She giggled and winked back "You are also pretty like a doll, dear! Why, sure! We can have a good dance, once things are calmer!"

Aurora's voice was even more gleeful after the bard's invitation. She pounced over one of the last two kobolds and tried to immobilize them against the ground with a strong arm.

"Yes! We won't hurt you anymore if you stop, cute scaly thingies!" The shifter's smile was menacing, but genuine.

I'll use the Attack action to Grapple! Athletics check: [18] +6 = 24
 
The kobolds drop their weapons, and shiver in fear.

Combat is over, the battle is won.

I assume at least one of you has rope.

You spend a brief amount of time securing your prisoners, binding them at the wrists with some rope and taking their weapons from them. Their equipment is adequate-nothing of particularly high craftsmanship, but sufficient to cause real damage if used with violent intent. It takes a little doing to figure out how you're going to drag them all in, but before too long has passed, you've lugged your new prisoners through the tunnel and gotten some of the guards to help you get them in cells at the bottom of the keep.

The governor, upon being informed, nods. "Excellent-if you want to start the interrogation, see what you can find."
 
Victoria has rope

With their captives in tow, Victoria still keeps on the defensive watch, at least till they're in the tunnels and safe. "Well, if we need someone to be a bit on the rough side, I don't mind playing bad guard." She speaks to the others in private. "I figure Armarilla is better with talking them down than I'd be." Giving a nod to the drow, she seemed ready to act regardless.
 
Armarille noted Aurora's offer in her mind, before focusing on securing the prisoners, and walking them back to the keep.

Face to face with the governor, the bard steps forward. "I'd like to lead the interrogation. Although...I'd like some privacy. One of you can help, obviously, but I will need help. I'll take one of the cultists. One of you can take the kobolds and the other one, if you wish."

"Do you have a private room, governor?"
 
Aurora gladly dragged as many of the prisoners as she could, and she was happy to present them all to the governor with her friends.

"Oh, our sweet Armarille will definitely make them sing!" She replied to Victoria, however, she kept on eyeing the kobolds. And she liked what the bard suggested. "Oh! I can help!"

Aurora grabbed two kobolds —a female and a male— and put them over her shoulders.

"Do you mind if we share the room so I... Interrogate these rascals, dear Armarille?" She asks with a grin. Maybe they could show their moves, as the drow had suggested.
 
"I... Er, of course," Nighthill replies. "What kind of room?" he asks.

You get a simple room, which turns out to be an almost entirely-empty storeroom. There is at least a decent amount of space, and a few blankets are provided to cover the stone floor.

The cultist woman looks nervous and guarded. She seems ready to resist any normal methods of interrogation.
The two kobolds, on the other hand, seem much more ready to spill secrets, and probably make things up too if they think it would help.
 
Armarille guides the cultist woman inside, gesturing her to sit on one of the blankets. The half-drow circled the woman, a gentle hand brushing across the cultist's shoulders. "Hey there, sweet thing...my name's Amarille. Have one of your own?"

Her hips swayed, ample behind on full display to the prisoner as Armarille continued, "You see, you have information. Information we need. However...if you give that information, I have...methods, of rewarding you." Her touches were not groping, but alongside her tone, husky and hot, the cultist would have to be stupid to not get what Armarille was suggesting.

"I for one believe that good girls should be rewarded. Don't you agree?"
 
"I... Um," she let out, entirely unprepared for this tact. "I won't tell you anything!" she said loudly, but Amarille could hear the lack of assurance behind it. "You'll get nothing from me! I don't care that the others are already dead, you'll have to kill me too!"
 
Aurora followed Armarille, and carefully placed the two kobolds, still tied, on one corner of the room, on one of the blankets. She did so in a way they're comfortable sitting against the wall opposite to where the bard and the cultist were.

"Now, don't despair, my scaly friends." She said with a soft voice. She knelt across from them. "Despite what you saw on our little skirmish, I prefer not to hurt other folk, but when other folk intend on hurting the innocent... I can't let that go unpunished. However, let's say my arms would rather hug than break bones." She reached to their faces and gently rubbed their foreheads and their chins. "I have been taught that love opens more doors than hate. Why don't you help me help you? As our beautiful friend over there says, maybe we can have a little deal."

Her hands started gently sliding down their bodies, stopping at their rags.

"Oh, my, these are old! If you tell me what your wicked group wants in this beautiful town, maybe we can get you new, cuter clothes. And instead of fighting, we three can... relax together." She smiles at them, and her hands glide back up to their muzzles.
 
Armarille giggles, brushing her finger down the woman's face gently. "Who said we killed the others? They're just fine. In fact..." She points to Aurora and the kobolds. "They're about to have a bit of fun."

Armarille grasps this woman's chin gently, perking her head up as she whispers, "You don't have to be afraid. I won't hurt you. That is...unless you want me to." Her voice grew even lower, more lusty, more clear about her intentions.

"All I need is information. Give that to me...and well...you'll be well rewarded..."

A hand was placed on the cultist's leg, drifting underneath the robe, and snaking it's way up, stopping just at her knee as Amarille's eyes locked with the cultist's, red pupils alight with passion.
 
The two reptilian raiders slowly blinked, once, twice, three times. The woman of the two muttered something only Aylin could understand, which got a reply from the man.

"Is she trying to seduce us?"

"Maybe? I kinda hope so."

As Aurora gently caressed them, a visible bulge began its appearance at the crotch of the male kobold.

Across the room, clearly visible, Amarille continued to ply the cultist. "What... What information? What rewards?" she asked.

"Tell her how we got Lennithon to help us," the male kobold said in Common.

The cultist blushed, her face going from the faint red from Amarille's seduction to a deep red of further embarassment.
 
Armarille nodded to the kobold's answer. "Yes. Let's start with how you got help from that dragon. Let's say...every time tou answer a question...I undress you, just a little bit. And when you answer all my questions, well...you get a very special surprise. How does that sound, dear?"

She leans forward, face just inches from the cultist. "And trust me...you'll love that surprise."
 
"We offered him gold, and food, and... Women," she said, looking the other way. "He's so... majestic. So strong, so divine. Who could say no to a creature like that?"
 
Aurora hadn't even considered the possibility of the kobolds speaking another language.

"I don't understand your words... But I do understand this." She gently poked the male's bulge with her finger. "You like what you see? What you hear? What you feel?" She squeezed her breasts together with her elbows to entice the kobolds more. "Do you want more?"

And when he spoke, she smiled more.

"Good boy." The shifter carefully ripped the rest of his clothes to display his growing shaft. No... Shafts! Two of them! Her large ears perk, and her long, fluffy tail waggled a little. "Oh, my, what a nice surprise, cutie! Do you want to be a good girl too, sweetie? Why don't you help us as well? Share some information with us, yes?"

When she told the female kobold that, she also undressed her carefully. Now both were naked.

"If you do, I'll untie you."
 
Armarille grinned. "Women, you say...? It's a wonder he didn't ask for a beauty like yourself."

Slowly, Armarille undressed the woman, just slightly. "Next question. What are you after? Is this just mindless raiding, or is there some grander scheme here? Answer this one...and I'll throw in a kiss for good measure."

The hand went further up, now on the cultist's thigh, massaging, kneading the soft flesh there, as Armarille positioned herself in such a way as to show off her ample cleavage, clear as day to the other woman.
 
For his small body, the kobold had an impressive set of cocks. Growing out between his legs, they quickly reached a little over seven inches each. He looked to his companion as Aurora cleared her of her clothes as well. "We're gathering treasure," he says.

"You shouldn't be telling them that," the human told him, her eyes wavering between Amarille's bust and her face. "They don't deserve to know!"

The female kobold retorted with "When have they ever given you a chance? Or us? You weren't even the first to be promised to Lennithon-these people seem better than the Cult of the Dragon."

"What about your eggs?" she asks.

"Not ours," the male kobold says. "A dragon's."
 
Armarille moved closer. "You know you want this. You don't have to hold back. Just tell me what I need to know...and all this? It's yours. All yours. What my friend is about to do with those kobolds, I'll do to you. And then...well, I'll let you go. For being so good.

She's really turning on the seduction now, breasts pressing against the cultist's now, legs straddling together, body hot and ready.
 
"What do you want to know?" she asks quietly.

Just gonna get all the info that can be gained here. We can assume you two spend a few minutes stripping and talking, getting info, and THEN you can plow. :p

-The raiders consist of mercenaries and the Cult Of The Dragon Queen. They are gathering loot to prepare a hoard for the return of the Dragon Queen.
-Four names: Frulam Mondith, Rezmir, Lennithon (the blue dragon attacking), and Langdedrosa Cyanwrath (one of Lennithon's half-dragon children)
-They have a nearby camp. There are dragon eggs there, as well as some pre-existing loot.
-Lennithon is only tentatively working with them. If he faces any serious resistance, he'll be out. He could also be bribed, potentially.
-Both PCs present have good butts.
 
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