Having realized he only has a basic firebolt and a poison attack Hymir stays with his earthen fist
Attempt to regrab he know makes a str saving throw against 13 or take 6 and be restrained
I attempt to run up and give absinth a potion strength save 6
So seeing different outcomes in the future has taken a toll on Hymir he now runs up and gives Absinthe the potion everyone sees him do this thing with no hesitation but in his mind he went through multiple scenarios what if he did this spell what if he needed to make a str saving throw but these were all possibilities in his head
what he actually does is give a potion to the big guy you was doing a super job. 10
Fjolnir barrels through the door and gets a good angle on Venomfang. He sinks an arrow deep in the perched dragon's side. He winces and his hind leg gives out for a second.
Dustfinger pushes through the wind into the room to see up the tower at the dragon. He aims carefully, only able to see the top half of him. He fires, and his arrow plants itself into the eye Absinthe damaged already. Venomfang screams in pain, his neck swinging around wildly as blood trickles past his closed eyelid.
Az Emberi drops concentration on his Gust of Wind.
Hymir runs across the now windless tower to shove a healing potion down Absinthe's throat, waking him up just in time to look up and see...
Az Emberi cast Thunderwave after a cool one-liner. BOOM. The sound echos through the entirety of Thundertree. 23 Venomfang resists being knocked off the tower, digging his claws into the roof, but the force cracks several of his ribs, and shreds his wings. He staggers backward on his hind legs, blood pouring out of his mouth from internal wounds. He tries to speak but can't get more than a couple of words out at a time.
No... This isn't right... He promised... That I would live... Forever...
Venomfang tries to breathe poisonous fumes at Az Emberi but his lung capacity won't allow it. His foot slips off the roof and he tumbles sideways trying to catch himself in the air, but his shredded wings merely cause him to spiral toward the ground. He lands outside of the tower with a wet thump combined with the cracking of bones. He lays motionless as Dirk says a eulogy:
Dear Limpfang. I thought this would be the fight of our lives, that I would regale crowds with tails of this battle until the end of my days. But this is the most disappointing battle I've come across, and I kissed a man in combat. It's so disappointing I fear I will forget your name entirely within a week, relegate this day to little more than a day of chores. Your name and form to be long forgotten. People around here will probably remember the spiders more, now they were scary. All I get is a loud gecko with the flu, who charges away from me following my devastating attack. If I can intimidate you into attacking my subordinates so easily..... I... I just don't know why I'm putting in the effort. You'll probably just, scurry away like a rodent..... Hello? HEELLOOOO? Hey! *******! He's ignoring me? I ******* hate it when people ignore me.
Zhermong you have earned your prize and your life you will get no apology for what i had to do but whether it means anything to you, you have earned my respect as well. i trust you will make good on your side safe passage for you to leave and us to pass through.
i would like to be on gaurd in case he attacks me and i would like to ready an action to prevent Sidar or anyone from attacking or taking his sword.
Hey Z, Thought you might want a trophy, I was thinking a claw or entire arm? You would likely have to contend with the big guy over the head... he likes to drink out of those. Perhaps we can do business in the future, I like your moxy.
Wildshape spider scurry down to the group shift out. I clap hobgob on the shoulder casting cure wounds 6. You fought well Zhermong the first. I look to Sidlar with appreciation. If not for you two the day might have gone differently. Lets eat and drink together before going our seperate ways. Is Green Dragonmeat poisonous? Nature check 14? I look to Absinthe. "How are you holding up big guy?"
Zhermong nods. The reality of the situation slowly washes over him. "I will be the Warlord now. Warlord Zhermong." He looks at Talon and smiles, sheathing it. "I would like one claw, and perhaps enough hide to drape over a chair. Then I will return to Cragmaw, and I will remove the bounty from your heads. You will receive no trouble from the Cragmaw clan, though I cannot speak for those who work directly for the Black Spider. I may also become his enemy for this, but hopefully he is busy enough with is precious mine to pay me any notice. Time will tell." He walks out of the cottage and around toward Venomfang's corpse. Sildar watches him but stays back.
Az Emberi surmises that the poison of green dragons is localized to glands within their mouths, and their actual meat should be safe.
Wul... reach out to me sometime! We should do business.
Guys, I am definitely interested in some of the parts of this dra.... piece of shit. I bet I could sell some of it's organs or ground up bone as a cure for impotence. Doesn't work, but rich white humans eat that shit up.
There is something I wanted to talk to you all about, when you are all present in the moment. Something I've been thinking about for a while now.
I approach Sidlar now that Hobgob is out of earshot. Are you ok with this. I know trusting a hobgoblin is hard. But cinsider this. We decimated thier leadership in this area. The goblin kind will be a loose gathering raiding settlemets around the area. Him in charge bringing them to heal brings order to the area. And this may be tge beginning of an allience in the area. Peace us wotth taking a chance on."
Fjolnir walks around the crumbling tower. He walks around the young dragon, and starts hacking away at the edge of the scuttes with his axe, wordlessly. Drawing it down behind the shoulder and lifting it away from the subcutaneous fat layer. "Zhermong.." he speaks up, "..this oughta do. Not a biggun, but still good scaled hide for a leatherworker." He walks over and buries the axe in the dragons upper jaw a time or so cracking the fang bed and starts pulling tooth free. "Nothing lasts forever, ye prick lizard..." *CRACK*
Upon waking up, Absinthe lets out a long warm moist fart. Everyone within 10 feet inhales shit particals that smell of rotten cabbage and moldy bologna. He then stands up, does an awkward stretch to crack his back, then scratches his balls while he retrieves his robes and gear.
"That went much better than expected! What's next?"
Zhermong Chuckles. "Thank you, wolf person, I feel much better. I suppose a drink would do well. Let us celebrate still being alive."
Sildar looks at Az Emberi. "I don't know about peace, but I'll agree with you about order. Whether it's better or worse to have an organized bunch of goblins remains to be seen, but at least it will take time for them to get their affairs in order. I'm not going to step on your toes and upset the deal you made with him, and your work so far on their clan has set them back a great deal, but if he is left alone too long, he will be a force to be reckoned with, and as an agent of the Lord's Alliance, the safety of Phandolin is my duty. I cannot ensure that with a rising hobgoblin army on the horizon. They will have to be watched, and I fear we only found a temporary solution to the problem."
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-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
I walk out of the tower and to the corpse of venom fang. Hearing his last words again in my head I wonder who promised him immortality and what machinations for our doom had been set in motion. I crouch down and look him in the lifeless eye and more to myself than anyone I say. "What secrets died with you worm?" I rejoin the group in digging through treasure and preparing the dragon feast.
Digging through Venomfang's obvious treasure stash, aside from finding the 80gp, 100sp, 100cp he took from your cart before, you find another 800 sp, 150 gp, four silver goblets set with moonstones (60 gp each), a scroll of misty step, and a scroll of lightning bolt. Underneath it all is a rusty Dwarven battleaxe with runes carved on it.
For those who know Dwarven:
The runes spell "Hew"
Everyone gains 610 XP for gobs, Targor's hobgobs, and Venomfang. Your total XP should now be 2505 (So close! You'll be level 4 soon)
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-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Upon settling down, waited long enough for anyone else to speak. I breathe a sigh of relief. Look guys, this has been a long time coming. You guys just do this like it's nothing and move on, but it's been hard on me. I don't belong out here, I don't even know how I let myself get roped into this.... pit that was just supposed to be a day job. So much about the world I didn't ever want to know or understand, the way things work. I have fought with equal to or more than two of you on equal to two or more occasions and I know I've almost gotten us killed. Lord knows I would have killed us all on Venomfang, the first time we met it. Felt like divine intervention holding my tongue. I've almost died.... so many more times than I thought I would ever risk. I decided that I would leave after we finished out this business I would take my leave. Cash out before I cash out for good, I don't want to die out here. After everything we have endured.... this day alone, I realize one immutable truth.......
... I can never go back. I thought I wanted to, but I can't... it's all different now. If I could be somebody better, stronger.... no. I am Dirk... I let out a deep breath looking around at everyone and I embrace the shit now. For the love of god if there is any alcohol, I'm imbibing.
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"Oh, well look at that.." Fjolnir wide-eyes and picks up the axe to investigate it closer. INV 24
While investigating it he replies to Dirk, "That's the spirit son. You never get to live the life you want- only the chance to live the one ye end up with. We still need to see the old feller about clearing this place out, and then back to Phandelver to see Sildar home... maybe there's work to be had still? ...ol Gundren should have had time to clean the goblin slime off the map by then. I'm up for the job, and your help will be most welcome."
He takes Hew to Hymir, and buffs off some of the rust; "It looks like Hill Dwarven, but i'm not familiar- Know any history on it that I might not?"
Dustfinger does the same thing as last time.
Attack 22 Damage 6 + SA 9
Having realized he only has a basic firebolt and a poison attack Hymir stays with his earthen fistAttempt to regrab he know makes a str saving throw against 13 or take 6 and be restrainedI attempt to run up and give absinth a potion
strength save 6So seeing different outcomes in the future has taken a toll on Hymir he now runs up and gives Absinthe the potion everyone sees him do this thing with no hesitation but in his mind he went through multiple scenarios what if he did this spell what if he needed to make a str saving throw but these were all possibilities in his head
what he actually does is give a potion to the big guy you was doing a super job. 10
Chronomancy!!!
Fjolnir barrels through the door and gets a good angle on Venomfang. He sinks an arrow deep in the perched dragon's side. He winces and his hind leg gives out for a second.
Dustfinger pushes through the wind into the room to see up the tower at the dragon. He aims carefully, only able to see the top half of him. He fires, and his arrow plants itself into the eye Absinthe damaged already. Venomfang screams in pain, his neck swinging around wildly as blood trickles past his closed eyelid.
Az Emberi drops concentration on his Gust of Wind.
Hymir runs across the now windless tower to shove a healing potion down Absinthe's throat, waking him up just in time to look up and see...
Az Emberi cast Thunderwave after a cool one-liner. BOOM. The sound echos through the entirety of Thundertree. 23 Venomfang resists being knocked off the tower, digging his claws into the roof, but the force cracks several of his ribs, and shreds his wings. He staggers backward on his hind legs, blood pouring out of his mouth from internal wounds. He tries to speak but can't get more than a couple of words out at a time.
No... This isn't right... He promised... That I would live... Forever...
Venomfang tries to breathe poisonous fumes at Az Emberi but his lung capacity won't allow it. His foot slips off the roof and he tumbles sideways trying to catch himself in the air, but his shredded wings merely cause him to spiral toward the ground. He lands outside of the tower with a wet thump combined with the cracking of bones. He lays motionless as Dirk says a eulogy:
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Dear Limpfang. I thought this would be the fight of our lives, that I would regale crowds with tails of this battle until the end of my days. But this is the most disappointing battle I've come across, and I kissed a man in combat. It's so disappointing I fear I will forget your name entirely within a week, relegate this day to little more than a day of chores. Your name and form to be long forgotten. People around here will probably remember the spiders more, now they were scary. All I get is a loud gecko with the flu, who charges away from me following my devastating attack. If I can intimidate you into attacking my subordinates so easily..... I... I just don't know why I'm putting in the effort. You'll probably just, scurry away like a rodent..... Hello? HEELLOOOO? Hey! *******! He's ignoring me? I ******* hate it when people ignore me.
Rainbow....... Mooo....
Zhermong you have earned your prize and your life you will get no apology for what i had to do but whether it means anything to you, you have earned my respect as well. i trust you will make good on your side safe passage for you to leave and us to pass through.
i would like to be on gaurd in case he attacks me and i would like to ready an action to prevent Sidar or anyone from attacking or taking his sword.
we did it gents we can rest easy.
Chronomancy!!!
Hey Z, Thought you might want a trophy, I was thinking a claw or entire arm? You would likely have to contend with the big guy over the head... he likes to drink out of those. Perhaps we can do business in the future, I like your moxy.
Rainbow....... Mooo....
Wildshape spider scurry down to the group shift out. I clap hobgob on the shoulder casting cure wounds 6. You fought well Zhermong the first. I look to Sidlar with appreciation. If not for you two the day might have gone differently. Lets eat and drink together before going our seperate ways. Is Green Dragonmeat poisonous? Nature check 14? I look to Absinthe. "How are you holding up big guy?"
Zhermong nods. The reality of the situation slowly washes over him. "I will be the Warlord now. Warlord Zhermong." He looks at Talon and smiles, sheathing it. "I would like one claw, and perhaps enough hide to drape over a chair. Then I will return to Cragmaw, and I will remove the bounty from your heads. You will receive no trouble from the Cragmaw clan, though I cannot speak for those who work directly for the Black Spider. I may also become his enemy for this, but hopefully he is busy enough with is precious mine to pay me any notice. Time will tell." He walks out of the cottage and around toward Venomfang's corpse. Sildar watches him but stays back.
Az Emberi surmises that the poison of green dragons is localized to glands within their mouths, and their actual meat should be safe.
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Wul... reach out to me sometime! We should do business.
Guys, I am definitely interested in some of the parts of this dra.... piece of shit. I bet I could sell some of it's organs or ground up bone as a cure for impotence. Doesn't work, but rich white humans eat that shit up.
There is something I wanted to talk to you all about, when you are all present in the moment. Something I've been thinking about for a while now.
Rainbow....... Mooo....
I approach Sidlar now that Hobgob is out of earshot. Are you ok with this. I know trusting a hobgoblin is hard. But cinsider this. We decimated thier leadership in this area. The goblin kind will be a loose gathering raiding settlemets around the area. Him in charge bringing them to heal brings order to the area. And this may be tge beginning of an allience in the area. Peace us wotth taking a chance on."
Fjolnir walks around the crumbling tower. He walks around the young dragon, and starts hacking away at the edge of the scuttes with his axe, wordlessly. Drawing it down behind the shoulder and lifting it away from the subcutaneous fat layer. "Zhermong.." he speaks up, "..this oughta do. Not a biggun, but still good scaled hide for a leatherworker." He walks over and buries the axe in the dragons upper jaw a time or so cracking the fang bed and starts pulling tooth free. "Nothing lasts forever, ye prick lizard..." *CRACK*
Upon waking up, Absinthe lets out a long warm moist fart. Everyone within 10 feet inhales shit particals that smell of rotten cabbage and moldy bologna. He then stands up, does an awkward stretch to crack his back, then scratches his balls while he retrieves his robes and gear.
"That went much better than expected! What's next?"
Zhermong Chuckles. "Thank you, wolf person, I feel much better. I suppose a drink would do well. Let us celebrate still being alive."
Sildar looks at Az Emberi. "I don't know about peace, but I'll agree with you about order. Whether it's better or worse to have an organized bunch of goblins remains to be seen, but at least it will take time for them to get their affairs in order. I'm not going to step on your toes and upset the deal you made with him, and your work so far on their clan has set them back a great deal, but if he is left alone too long, he will be a force to be reckoned with, and as an agent of the Lord's Alliance, the safety of Phandolin is my duty. I cannot ensure that with a rising hobgoblin army on the horizon. They will have to be watched, and I fear we only found a temporary solution to the problem."
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Drink today, fight tomorrow! Words to live by.
Rainbow....... Mooo....
I walk out of the tower and to the corpse of venom fang. Hearing his last words again in my head I wonder who promised him immortality and what machinations for our doom had been set in motion. I crouch down and look him in the lifeless eye and more to myself than anyone I say. "What secrets died with you worm?" I rejoin the group in digging through treasure and preparing the dragon feast.
Digging through Venomfang's obvious treasure stash, aside from finding the 80gp, 100sp, 100cp he took from your cart before, you find another 800 sp, 150 gp, four silver goblets set with moonstones (60 gp each), a scroll of misty step, and a scroll of lightning bolt. Underneath it all is a rusty Dwarven battleaxe with runes carved on it.
For those who know Dwarven:
The runes spell "Hew"
Everyone gains 610 XP for gobs, Targor's hobgobs, and Venomfang. Your total XP should now be 2505 (So close! You'll be level 4 soon)
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
I inspect the object with dwarven runes, This doesn't look like someone's mother in law, no.... no not at all.
Rainbow....... Mooo....
... I can never go back. I thought I wanted to, but I can't... it's all different now. If I could be somebody better, stronger.... no. I am Dirk... I let out a deep breath looking around at everyone and I embrace the shit now. For the love of god if there is any alcohol, I'm imbibing.
Rainbow....... Mooo....
"Oh, well look at that.." Fjolnir wide-eyes and picks up the axe to investigate it closer. INV 24
While investigating it he replies to Dirk, "That's the spirit son. You never get to live the life you want- only the chance to live the one ye end up with. We still need to see the old feller about clearing this place out, and then back to Phandelver to see Sildar home... maybe there's work to be had still? ...ol Gundren should have had time to clean the goblin slime off the map by then. I'm up for the job, and your help will be most welcome."
He takes Hew to Hymir, and buffs off some of the rust; "It looks like Hill Dwarven, but i'm not familiar- Know any history on it that I might not?"
There is both the small cask of Dwarven ale and Absinthe's "Storm Fist" or something like that.
Fjolnir's investigation gleans no new information.
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...