A gold dragon appears in the sky some 30 feet above you and announces in a loud, clear voice, "this region is under my protection. Should you cause trouble, I will be forced to eliminate you."
Shariel draws her bow and an arrow and blinks out of sight only to reappear above the dragon (Nomadic Step, 40', 2 Psi Points). She twists mid-fall and lands standing on the dragon's back (Acrobatics roll: 17), "Breathe and this arrow comes out between your eyes."
(The following was rolled in reaction, though pending other character actions)
The dragon snaps to the side, attempting to roll and crush Shariel. The elf pushes off and is able to tumble to the side and land with a small bump (Acrobatics roll: 21, 1 dmg)
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Edrend casually slings his mace over his shoulder and squints up at the dragon, relatively unconcerned. Says nothing and pops off a Psionic Blast for 19 damage.
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Jacob Bray - The Call of Lon-Dia, Human Bloodhunter 3
Sarvanal grins, and then looks at the dragon, telepathically shouting :You cannot fly!: with a grin on his face, and a greatsword drawn.
The dragon plummets to the ground, taking damage from the fall. "I would not trifle with my allies, we have brought governments to our heel." He says, eyes and the runes upon his body lighting up with a purple light.
After Sarvanal convinces it that it can't fly, the dragon appears to be rather annoyed. It snarls, its eyes glaze over for a minute, the necklace and medallion around its neck glow, all of you except Eryn can see nothing but fog, you hear movement, and Sarvanal feels the dragon's claws and fangs shred his body.
Eryn can see that there is now what appears to be a fog cloud centered on her allies. The dragon is also inside.
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"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
Shariel hears the savage assault in the fog and charges towars the dragon. The ground quickly turns to ice and the elf stoops to skid across and draw her bow (successful Dex save). Once the massive form appears, she begins to takes aim. Uncertain on the ice and suddenly aware of the threat, the dragon whips its head around to Shariel. "Never shoot for the moon. She is a vile temptress..."
A twitch of her hips, the twang of a bowstring, and the arrow rips like a divine missile, bouncing off scaled hide and sundering the natural plates (missed attack with bow+fully charged Speed Dart). In mid flight, the arrow turns and strikes the exposed flesh, bursting through scales on the opposite end of the dragon's body (Seeking Missile rerolled attack. Hit for 44 dmg)
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Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Eryn moves from his side position into the cloud, the afore used spell ( true strike) gives him enough clues to hit the Gold Dragon with his Blue Sparkling Soul Knife imbued of Psychic Energy (damage: 54)
While keeping his eyes on the up coming dragon moves he telepathically address Elyaris
:Would you please remove this damned fog friend? much appreciated:
On hearing the gasp but having limited visual reference: sighs, pulls out a hand-rolled cigarette, pops it in his lips as quickly as possible, and readies for a face-full of fire...
...
When a great wind clears the fog and he's exposed he looks slightly irritated at the expired dragon just a few feet from him. "Well shit. Now I have to waste a match," as he lights his cigarette.
Elyaris' wind dispels the fog and knocks the dragon flat. Its eyes close, and it sighs. Anyone within 5 feet of its head who speaks Draconic hears its last whispered words, "I have failed. . ."
Around its neck are a sparkling, gleaming, glistening white scarf; a seemingly insubstantial white necklace with a clear blue raindrop-shaped pendant; and an elaborately carved round emerald in a quicksilver setting on a quicksilver chain.
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"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
Elyaris went looking for a leatherworker to skin the dragon. . .
"Certainly, ma'am--sir--I'm terribly sorry, I'm not sure what to call you," he stutters, just barely not immobilized with fear. He bustles about, retrieving the tools of his trade, gracing Elyaris with a detailed and highly technical description on each one, and apologizing at great length for taking so long.
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"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
While Eylaris visits a tanner for some specialty skinning, Shariel carves into the dragon to pull a rib and a few claws. She then enlists the ever-willing (almost worshipping) services of a weaponsmith capable of handling dragonbone. In exchange for the remaining skeleton, Shariel requests that a rib be used to create the finest longsword the world has ever seen. (Rolled natural 20 Persuasion. Commissioning a dragonbone finesse longsword with all the extra goodies the DM will allow).
During her time drawing up the details of her new weapon, a piece of Shariel's conscious probes into the magical trinkets found on the dragon, trying to break into and expose their secrets. (Nomadic Mind, Item Lore: 3pts and 1 hour concentration, grants effect of Identify spell. 3 items= 9pts and 3 hours)
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"Bunch of savages, we're supposed to be on vacation." He mutters to himself, walking over and offering a hand up to Sarval. "Care to get the hell out of dodge and maybe somewhere with a better scene with me? I'm sure we can find something more fun than vivisection."
He waits just slightly less than a beat before continuing to chew on the end of the cigarette before walking past, into the gathering crowd, looking around for the tallest building that doesn't look like a church.
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Jacob Bray - The Call of Lon-Dia, Human Bloodhunter 3
1 hour after killing the dragon, an official-looking procession shows up. The startled and horrified looks on their faces lead you to believe that they were expecting the dragon to have won.
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"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
Shariel walked slowly toward the leader of the crowd, arms spread wide, though still holding her bow, "Good day to you! We are travellers looking to correct wrongs in this world. This dragon, you see, may have come claiming protection for your people, but that protection grants power. As we all know, power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. This beast was turning protection to dominance, so we've come to liberate you from its claws." (Nomadic Mind focus: Persuasion proficiency. Roll: 14)
:Let's see if we can turn tension to profit, yeah? If things get ugly, someone start the thought and I'll have us out of here befote it's done.:
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Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
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Siford Park, Kilmarnock, Sohor. The Legion of Mystics is here and no one is safe.
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
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A gold dragon appears in the sky some 30 feet above you and announces in a loud, clear voice, "this region is under my protection. Should you cause trouble, I will be forced to eliminate you."
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
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(Initiative roll: 8)
Shariel draws her bow and an arrow and blinks out of sight only to reappear above the dragon (Nomadic Step, 40', 2 Psi Points). She twists mid-fall and lands standing on the dragon's back (Acrobatics roll: 17), "Breathe and this arrow comes out between your eyes."
(The following was rolled in reaction, though pending other character actions)
The dragon snaps to the side, attempting to roll and crush Shariel. The elf pushes off and is able to tumble to the side and land with a small bump (Acrobatics roll: 21, 1 dmg)
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
(Initiative roll: 5)
Edrend casually slings his mace over his shoulder and squints up at the dragon, relatively unconcerned. Says nothing and pops off a Psionic Blast for 19 damage.
Jacob Bray - The Call of Lon-Dia, Human Bloodhunter 3
Initiative: 12
Sarvanal grins, and then looks at the dragon, telepathically shouting :You cannot fly!: with a grin on his face, and a greatsword drawn.
The dragon plummets to the ground, taking damage from the fall. "I would not trifle with my allies, we have brought governments to our heel." He says, eyes and the runes upon his body lighting up with a purple light.
After Sarvanal convinces it that it can't fly, the dragon appears to be rather annoyed. It snarls, its eyes glaze over for a minute, the necklace and medallion around its neck glow, all of you except Eryn can see nothing but fog, you hear movement, and Sarvanal feels the dragon's claws and fangs shred his body.
Eryn can see that there is now what appears to be a fog cloud centered on her allies. The dragon is also inside.
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
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Using her boots of Flying Elyaris backs up and away and produces a sheet of ice underneath the dragons feet
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Shariel hears the savage assault in the fog and charges towars the dragon. The ground quickly turns to ice and the elf stoops to skid across and draw her bow (successful Dex save). Once the massive form appears, she begins to takes aim. Uncertain on the ice and suddenly aware of the threat, the dragon whips its head around to Shariel. "Never shoot for the moon. She is a vile temptress..."
A twitch of her hips, the twang of a bowstring, and the arrow rips like a divine missile, bouncing off scaled hide and sundering the natural plates (missed attack with bow+fully charged Speed Dart). In mid flight, the arrow turns and strikes the exposed flesh, bursting through scales on the opposite end of the dragon's body (Seeking Missile rerolled attack. Hit for 44 dmg)
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Seeing an opening, Sarvanal focuses for a split second, before sending purple energy to the dragon, which then slumps for a moment.
Eryn moves from his side position into the cloud, the afore used spell ( true strike) gives him enough clues to hit the Gold Dragon with his Blue Sparkling Soul Knife imbued of Psychic Energy (damage: 54)
While keeping his eyes on the up coming dragon moves he telepathically address Elyaris
:Would you please remove this damned fog friend? much appreciated:
:So what're you guys into after this? I thought I saw a decent looking bar a few blocks north. First round on me!:
Tosses his cigarette and jogs into the fog... winding up blindly...
*cracking scale and bone sounds from the mists...*
"Whoo! Damn, that always feels so good..." He excitedly bleats, and apparently to the dragon: "How you feeling, kid?"
Jacob Bray - The Call of Lon-Dia, Human Bloodhunter 3
The dragon snarls at Edrend. You hear a series of small thudding sounds and a slight gasp.
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
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On hearing the gasp but having limited visual reference: sighs, pulls out a hand-rolled cigarette, pops it in his lips as quickly as possible, and readies for a face-full of fire...
...
When a great wind clears the fog and he's exposed he looks slightly irritated at the expired dragon just a few feet from him. "Well shit. Now I have to waste a match," as he lights his cigarette.
Jacob Bray - The Call of Lon-Dia, Human Bloodhunter 3
Elyaris' wind dispels the fog and knocks the dragon flat. Its eyes close, and it sighs. Anyone within 5 feet of its head who speaks Draconic hears its last whispered words, "I have failed. . ."
Around its neck are a sparkling, gleaming, glistening white scarf; a seemingly insubstantial white necklace with a clear blue raindrop-shaped pendant; and an elaborately carved round emerald in a quicksilver setting on a quicksilver chain.
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
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Elyaris went looking for a leatherworker to skin the dragon. . .
"Certainly, ma'am--sir--I'm terribly sorry, I'm not sure what to call you," he stutters, just barely not immobilized with fear. He bustles about, retrieving the tools of his trade, gracing Elyaris with a detailed and highly technical description on each one, and apologizing at great length for taking so long.
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
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While Eylaris visits a tanner for some specialty skinning, Shariel carves into the dragon to pull a rib and a few claws. She then enlists the ever-willing (almost worshipping) services of a weaponsmith capable of handling dragonbone. In exchange for the remaining skeleton, Shariel requests that a rib be used to create the finest longsword the world has ever seen. (Rolled natural 20 Persuasion. Commissioning a dragonbone finesse longsword with all the extra goodies the DM will allow).
During her time drawing up the details of her new weapon, a piece of Shariel's conscious probes into the magical trinkets found on the dragon, trying to break into and expose their secrets. (Nomadic Mind, Item Lore: 3pts and 1 hour concentration, grants effect of Identify spell. 3 items= 9pts and 3 hours)
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"Bunch of savages, we're supposed to be on vacation." He mutters to himself, walking over and offering a hand up to Sarval. "Care to get the hell out of dodge and maybe somewhere with a better scene with me? I'm sure we can find something more fun than vivisection."
He waits just slightly less than a beat before continuing to chew on the end of the cigarette before walking past, into the gathering crowd, looking around for the tallest building that doesn't look like a church.
Jacob Bray - The Call of Lon-Dia, Human Bloodhunter 3
1 hour after killing the dragon, an official-looking procession shows up. The startled and horrified looks on their faces lead you to believe that they were expecting the dragon to have won.
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
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Eryn follows Sarval and Phaedrust in their wondering, forming a menacing trio. The high elf barely speech and so it is
:that poison is gonna kill you my friend before any winged lizards:
Eryn gaze at the crowd looking for the most putative threat
:maybe we should have a plan this time fellows:
Shariel walked slowly toward the leader of the crowd, arms spread wide, though still holding her bow, "Good day to you! We are travellers looking to correct wrongs in this world. This dragon, you see, may have come claiming protection for your people, but that protection grants power. As we all know, power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. This beast was turning protection to dominance, so we've come to liberate you from its claws." (Nomadic Mind focus: Persuasion proficiency. Roll: 14)
:Let's see if we can turn tension to profit, yeah? If things get ugly, someone start the thought and I'll have us out of here befote it's done.:
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero