Rolled 4, 9, 1, 8, 12, 11, 11, 1 = 57 (8d20)
>>5383101>>5382779>>5382646>>5382614>>5382514>>5382512>>5382474The gate is wedges, well-enough that there is no problem with your army marching right through to fill the halls and capture or kill every cowering mammal therein… But only if it remains such. Every delay here at the portal offers a fresh risk. What are dwarves best at, after all, if not moving and shaping stone?
“Throat-sssinger, Kobold Sslave, these onesss are yoursss,” you announce abruptly.
“W-what?” Karz stammers, his ong broken. “I can’t—Dragonborn, I’m not a WARRIOR!”
Agno, for his part, twirls his pick-axe and war-knife and shrieks a shrill battle-cry—overconfident, but eager to prove himself worthy of the implicit vote of confidence.
The Throat-singer, though he cringes and grimaces, cannot shrink and be shown up by this upstart. Kobolds are higher in the pecking order which you have established than dwarves, but among your personal slaves, none is blind to the special place the Throat-singer occupies—certainly not Karz himself. Perhaps he fears losing it, should he lose face. Whatever his unknowable internal calculus, he begins his song again, driving the fire-lizards forward with a gesture and a rising rhythm.
With the Blackmantle forces thus engaged, you <Jump>, leaping in a great arc over and beyond them, and through the gate.
[4d20 for your forces (DC 11/13/15), 3d20 Athleticism (DC 14 for use of magic), 1d20 enemy/environmental dice (lower is better)]
