As you walk through the forest, your silent contemplation is contrasted by an almost endless stream of chatter from your companion.<br/><br/>"Sharpspike hates Greenslash, and hates Thornbeard. Thornbeard always angry, always trying to hurt Sootscales. And Greenslash... Greenslash an uptight pain in kobold ass." The little kobold kicks at a pebble, sending it careening through the air in front of him.<br/><br/>"You watch. Sharpspike named for battle. Sharpspike prove mettle, be granted trophy right." The kobold thumps his chest again, getting drawn into his visions of heroism and grandeur.<br/><br/>"Sharpspike defeat many mites with Nadia Elfgirl! Bring back many trophies, win mate-right!" The little lizard-man starts to bounce like a prize fighter, lunging forward with his spear.<br/><br/>"Sharpspike show Greenslash just how sharp he i-!!"<br/><br/>The kobold is interrupted by a sudden whipping, rustling sound... and then he is airborn, flying up into the air and trilling wildly...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Can I get a Reflex save and a Perception check to finish this post? </div></div><br/>Even as your companion gets flipped into the air, you feel something constrict around your ankle, and your feet are yanked out from under you. Luckily, it seems as if the snare is meant for something much lighter than you, so you aren't pulled off the ground. But hitting the ground so suddenly knocks the wind out of you, dazing you...<br/><br/>Maybe that's why you don't see the dart until it buries itself in the ground beside your head, or notice the three ugly little blue creatures until they approach...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"> At this point, one of the little creatures pulls out a 20 sided stone, and demands you roll initiative... </div></div>