FIVE HUNDRED SEVENTY THREE
(I/C)
"Incoming fire! Medic!” Lannis was ripping through his spell book again, finger stabbing down at one page, reading the words right from the book. “We have a man down over here! Private Equestria get the lead out!"
“Ah… shit,” Lyra cursed running towards the dragon, casting as she ran. She looked over at the burned corpse of the dwarf. “Hold on for a little longer Kovid! Aine! Some fire protection! For me!” (Resist Fire, 20 minutes for self)
“Wow! That’s really closing the barn door after the horses were set on fire and left to die, isn’t it Hoofbeat? I’m sure Burning Man over there would have liked that consideration. IN BET GRAV POR!” The Magic User shredded Magic Missile right from his spell book (MM 1d6+1 Damage, Pink 4+1=5 Damage!), blasting a burning hole in Corfard’s rear flank large enough to shove a helmet in to.
“Idiot! You can’t kill Kovid!” Brendon fired one of his dwindling arrows at Corfard (<+6 to hit, +1 bless, Red 4). “He’ll just comeback as a variant of himself!”
The shaft hit and was smashed free by the dragon’s claw, Corfard looking around wildly as he watched Abraxas lower his head and charge at him like a race horse, and Wyn fly over to Kovid and snag the dwarf’s scintillating Theystran Hammer from the ground, holding it aloft. “For Koooovid!!!!!!!”
"Mamalapinga! MatasteaKobidity, tuhijodeperro! Ahora, tuesfinitooyosoy. Muerestuidolofalso! NoesunDios, tuesnada!" The Fighter had his Scythe cocked all the way back, eyes fixated on the dragon. Corfard has his head lowered, anticipating biting the Fighter and killing him. They closed and at the last moment, Abraxas leapt up and swung the Morrigaan weapon with all of his might (>+8 to hit, +1 bless, Blue 20! Critical! Max Damage – 18 and killed!!), the enchanted Scythe slamming into Corfard’s skull point first, ripping through the ocular cavity and punching the Wyrn directly in the brain!
Corfard screamed in mortal agony, Abraxas hanging on to the weapon as the dragon reared back, dragging the Scythe and Fighter with him! At the apex of his tilt, his eyes rolled white and there was a rumbling sound coming from the Wyrm’s center. He fell back. Abraxas ending up on top of the dead Corfard, and then some sort of grey presence within the dragon…
Exploded.
Everyone was blown back, heads smacking walls, floors, ceilings. The air was forced out of the chamber and vision grew dim as the dragon’s death throes consumed everything in the chamber, especially time. They heard keening wails and droning screeches as their teeth shook and the castle seemed to shake.
And then the world went dark and the group faded from consciousness.
It was some time later that they awoke, slowly and in some pain. (Abraxas: healing surge final 1d4+1: White 3+1 = 4)
There wasn’t a bit of exposed skin that wasn’t abraided, every bit or armor was scratched and dimpled, clothing was ragged and edges frayed. It had been some time that had passed but the group groaned and pushed themselves up again, looking around the hazy chamber, wiping the grit and dist from their eyes.
“So…,” Lyra groaned, lying on her back and staring up through the skylights at the rainbow shield above. “I think…we did it.”
Lannis, feeling around for his hat and finding it in the corner, crawled over to it and plopped it on his head. He could feel worn out, just done. But he did look around the huge chamber, sighing at the whorls or dust moving on the eddying breeze. “Does this we…include Koivd?” he indicated the still very dead burned corpse of the dwarf. “And in addition, I don’t see…any prism crown in our hand, do you?”
Time now is Day 13, 8:59 AM
(OOC)
Water Breathing (Abraxas): Expires 7:48 AM on Day 14!!
Giant Strength (Brendon): 69 Minutes
Haste (Abraxas): 59 Minutes
Invulnerability (Lyra): 49 Minutes
Mirror Image (Wyn): 35 Minutes – 3 images
Fly (Wyn): 21 Minutes
Monster XP: 9k Corfard and 8k 2nd Corfard.
Everyone add 2,850 xp
Congratulations. Let me know how you want to handle the vault, Kovid, and expectations on leaving. It’s 4 days to the nearest town – so that means you need food for today as well as the next 4. I think you have it, Abraxas still has 33 days of Elven rations so if you go to leave tonight or tomorrow – should be alright. There is a fuck ton of stuff to bring back. But let me know how you envision the next hour to go please. Great job – this was an entire team effort.
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