FIVE HUNDRED SIXTY FIVE
(I/C)
Patting out the stray flame on the sleeve of his jerking, Brendon pulled out a healing potion and drank it (Heal Potion 1d6: Red 2 – Heal 2!!) before shouting to Corfard, “I’M GONNA LOVE EATING YOUR MOTHER’S HEART!!!”
Lannis was pulling out his Scroll of Dragon Protection when he glowered at the Scout and snapped out tersly, "Do not make it look over here Brendon." The words on the scroll burst into golden light and then surrounded the magic user in a shimmering globe of swirling power (1d4+1 rounds: Pink 4+1=5 rounds!!. Seeing this, Brendon sidled to the side as his potion was working, taking an arrow out, and made sure the magic user was between the dragon and himself.
Abraxas hoisted his Morrigaan Scythe higher, beating on his chest with his left hand as he ran forward, crying out, "Susfollowersstolemysightysusbrokeenamicerebro!” His words running together as he sped up, Kovid and Lyra pumping their arms and legs to keep up with the hasted Fighter.
“Hold off on swinging that Scythe there buddy!” Lyra shouted, hands working into a spell, “Aine’s got a little gift coming for you! Goddess of the Summer, let’s make use of your newest blessing – Striking on THAT weapon!” she pointed to Abraxas’ Scythe and there was a white burst of raw power that crackled over the entirety of the weapon, bathing it in a nimbus glow.
Kovid nodded to Abraxas, and sighting the dragon’s tail flicking near a set of cables running to the ceiling ,the dwarf positioned himself closer while the Fighter charged the last few paces and swung with a series of pirouetting curving sweeps. “Ahora, yotakesusojoyteterminaréaquíyparasiempre!” (>+8 to hit, +1 bless, Blue 20 – Critical! 1d8+4 Damage PLUS 1d6 Damage is 8+4+6 = 18 Damage!! Ouch!!) He drove the Scythe at full extension, reversing it, so it hit point first, and buried itself full length between the dragon’s scales on his chest, prying it to the side as he tore it free, hot greenish red blood poured out from the wound as Corfard screamed in serious agony. “MUERESSUSDIOFALSO! SUSDRÀGONDMIERDA!” (2nd Attack, <+8 to hit, +1 bless, Red/Blue12 (missed by 1)) He followed up with a crescendo of sweeps and blasting cuts that ripped along the Dragon’s flank, throwing loose scales aside like wheat, but unable to dig in deep enough for a telling blow. “SUSNIÑODEMAMA! MUERES,MUERES,MUEEEEREEESSSS!!!!!" He shouted as he tried his damnedest to strike a third time, body humming from the effect of the haste spell (Haste Attack, <+8 to hit, +1 bless, Blue 4), but could not get through the beast’s iron thick scales.
“Foolish mortal,” Corfard coughed, stomping down hard in an effort to smash the Fighter. “My might is unmatched! I AM a god!!”
Actually grabbing the dragon just over his hind quarters’, Kovid in giant sized form, hoisted his hammer aloft and sneered in reply, “‘Mighty’ Corfard, meet Lady Theystra and through her…Thor’s true MIGHT!” (>+6 to hit, +1 Giant, +1 bless, Yellow 18) He struck hard, the Theystran weapon sounding like a thunderclap as it struck the Wyrm’s side. (1d8+3, +1 Giant, Damage, Yellow 4+4=8, 8 Damage!) The sound of bruising flesh and the dragon snarling filled the air as it weathered Kovid’s blows.
“Your touch is an affront to me!” he shouted, coiling his tail back in anticipation of swinging it.
(Initiative, Party Steel 3 vs Dragon Red/Black 4)
“Pathetic monkeys,” he sneered, raising one claw up, the tips colored with red glowing light, “Tiamat powers my soul.” (CLW: 1d6+1: Red/Black 1+1=2, Heals 2 – ugh!) “Um..a little more power next time, Goddess, alright?”
He then shifted his bulk to the side and his tail slapped out at Kovid, whistling through the air (>+13 to hit, Red/Black 12), slamming into the giant dwarf like a falling oak tree (1d8+4 Damage, Red/Black 6+4=10, Take 10 damage! K/B Str check @ -4 penalty, =Yellow 13, just made it, thanks to giant potion!!)), he folded over the flailing appendage, dug his boots in, and was shoved back almost 8 feet, but held on and did not suffer being thrown of knocked prone for his efforts, even though the hit HURT! “Nice try, Mighty Corfard, but I’ve been hit harder by tavern wenches!!”
For his last attack, the dragon used it foreclaw to parry one of Abraxas’ swings, and then darted his head down, jaws opened wide (>+13 to hit, -2 Haste, Black 12), and BIT the fighter with more than half his sword like teeth, lifting his up and shaking him like a dog before tossing his head down and bashing Abraxas to the ground!
“Holy shit!!” the party was heard to gasp as they watched the Fighter howl in pain as he went up and then scream in agony as he was bit and cast down.
The concern was that he had been slain…and truly, any lesser man would have been (3d8+4 Damage. 6+3+3=12+4=16, Take 16 Damage!!), but Abraxas shook his head, rolled up on hasted feet, pressed his hand against his lacerated side and his torn open armor, and grinned, blood leaking through his lips and running down his chin. “La Carcinera, bitharderthanyou, Falso!”
Feeling unsure after everything that had occurred so far, Corfard glanced back at the two closed cages and then at the party and asked rhetorically, “Just who the FUCK are all you people?!?”
Time now is Day 13, 8:26 AM
(OOC)
Water Breathing (Abraxas): Expires 7:48 AM on Day 14!!
Giant Strength (Brendon): 102 Minutes
Haste (Abraxas): 92 Minutes
Invulnerability (Lyra): 82 Minutes
Giant Growth (Kovid): 72 Minutes
Fly (Wyn): 54 Minutes
Bless: 16 Minutes
Slowed (Wyn): 12 Minutes
Striking (Abraxas’ Scythe): 9 Minutes
Protection Dragons: 5 Minutes
Continuous Heal (Abraxas): 2 more on the “4’s”
Bottom of Round 3 – Abr and crew in melee. Kovid is actually out of statue range but positioned near the tail to hopefully prevent him from setting off the dead fall trap if anyone else tries to run in from the side hall. Dragon is hurt bad, but still going. Gets 2 possible “ground” attacks (tail, wing, claw – all do the same damage) and a bite each round. Can forego a ground attack to fire off a spell if need be. Bite is devastating. Like real bad. Best bet is either Lyra goes to dragon’s face are since her invulnerable potion makes the possible damage she could take to be 1+1+1+4=7 Damage from the bite. Or Lannis gets up there since he takes NO damage from the dragon for the next 5 minutes. Problem with that is the Dragon is 60’ away and Lannis cannot run there in a single round…But Wyn can. Fly is not limited to melee limitations on movement – and the elf can conceivably fly 120’ in a single round – delivering Lannis to the Dragon? You guys figure it out! Good luck!!
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