Nashkel Mine

With not much else to see Sheemish gives a whistle and Stitch zips out to scout ahead as well.

Stitch does a perception check at dead end 1

Stitch flits through the tunnels, stopping every so often to curiously examine this or that, and eventually arrives at one of the dead ends marked by the map.

Except it's no dead end.

Where there should be an unremarkable tunnel wall, there's instead a wide opening into a larger chamber. And there's light! A dim, reddish-orange glow emanates from a chasm that cuts its way across the floor like a fresh, angry scar, broken only by a rickety wooden bridge that spans from one side to the other. A quick glance into it reveals to Stitch that the light comes from a river of lava at the bottom of the chasm.

Distracted by the uncommon sight, Stitch doesn't see the hiding kobolds until too late. One of them sends a fiery arrow her way, and it punctures her right through the middle, and Sheemish loses contact with her as she falls, broken, to the ground (Stitch takes 13 dmg and 'dies').

Looking up quickly at the others, blue electrical light crackle from his gauntlet casting strange shadows on his face, it is clear Sheemish is still not fully himself. His whispers are short as he interprets the hums and clicks that are transmitted from stitch.

"not a dead end. Kobold archers. A bridge. A bridge over lava. Archers. Arrows of fire."A single sharp static pitch sounds in Sheemish ear and he jerks his head to the side eyes winced tight.

"stitch"he whispers into a gauntleted hand, "Stitch!" he says more earnestly."STITCH!" he practically shouts.

The young blacksmith appears to compose himself as he looks up at the team, but the eerie light reflecting in his eyes tells a different, darker story. His left arm twitches slightly.

"The kobold know we are here, you are free to get help but I doubt you’ll get far on a wooden lift with their arrows." Sheemish’s arm twitches again.

"I will distract them as long as I can. No one needs to follow this time" he says as he looks at Aiwe.

Sheemish fishes into his pocket and pulls out a strange cube. "I’m coming stitch" he whispers, though no static or whir answers in reply. He then turns and sprints down the hallway toward his fallen friend.

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Get off me!" Sheemish bellows, was it a trick of the light or did his eyes change color reflecting more yellow than blue. He stretches out a hand and a barbed chain shoots out though thankful he was aiming at something other than his friends. The barbs embed in a crossbeam along the ceiling and a tug from Sheemish threatens to cave group in. The tool instead retracts Sheemish towards the ceiling with a jolt and his friends lose their grip.

With an almost apologetic look Sheemish shakes his friends free and uses the momentum of the whip to run off once more down the passage muttering to himself.

With the clever chain-gauntlet trick giving him a lead on the party, Sheemish races down the tunnels to where he knows the lava room is. The place not on the mine map. The place his little friend was cruelly struck down.

Sheemish arrives at the lava room in short order, and sooner than the kobolds expected! He finds a kobold on its knees at the entrance, trying to string a tripwire. It looks up at the fuming artificer with a surprised squeak better suited to a mouse than a lizard. Across the bridge are two kobold commandos chatting with each other, the now-familiar spark of their arrows adding to the chamber's dim light.

And just next to the bridge, at the edge of the chasm, stands a kobold dragonshield inspecting the remains of little Twitch.

Round 1 Sheemish (and centaur) Phase!

A small cube is tossed into the cavern and comes to rest between the kobold entry and the kobold at the bridge. It whirs to life as Sheemish sprints in just behind it. The cube lets out a gaseous hiss before its sides open up and out expanding in size as it unfolds and takes shape. In a moment, the little cube is now a free standing steel door, embedded into the cavern floor. what in the Ug?

Sheemish skids to a stop behind it, shielded from view from all but the entry kobold. The artificers gauntlets flare to life and the poor surprised kobold is blasted off its feet by twin lightning bolts and dissolves into ash in the air.

His back to the door for cover, Sheemish read is his gauntlets for a firefight.

Entry kobold takes lethal damage.Sheemish is hopefully in good cover for at least the first round. Hoping the door acts as sanctuary ish, improving as he’s out of spell slots

hp 20
Ac 18

The tiny centaur charges around the door and to Stitch's gemstone heart and other remains, scooping up as much as it can before galloping back around to the door for cover.