Barkas focuses on closing his mouth that had dropped open, he turns to look at Droknin, agreeing and glad that he grabbed Aranea, saying “You don’t have to tell me twice!”  And he dashes for the door.  Not trusting the creaking structure, his mind still struggling to process what he just saw, he rushes for the exit.  

Aranea gasps, awakening in Droknin's arms. Her eyes are wide. "The dragon!" she says. "It's coming!"

Neral't and T'laren sprint forward, the elf looking up towards where the bell fell from.

Perception: 17

T'laren, looking up toward the belfry, you see a cracked and broken crossbeam where the bell had once hung.

Moving outside, the party finds that the night is still quiet... the courtyard still full of the recently slain Orcs and Ogres. 

The old temple, with the echoes of the bell now silenced, seems sturdy enough.  For the moment, at least, the sky is clear and free of any sign of dragon.

“The tower to the northeast!  It seems the most intact!”  Barkas says, trying his best to not let the rising panic be heard in his voice.  “Quick!  We can pull the ogre bodies over, smear some blood on us, lie down on the ground and pretend like we died in the fight?  Any other ideas?  Can we make it to the tree line?  How far away is it?”  Barkas starts moving that way at a quick pace.  

Still carrying Aranea on his arms, Droknin tries hist best fatherly look. "Worry not my child, it was just a dream. Ol' Droknin here..." Then Barkas starts to shout next to him. "Hang in there for a moment Barkas. What are you talking about?" He lets Aranea down. "Can you walk?" Then he asks both Aranea and Barkas. "Perhaps someone can explain what is happening here?"

"I don't see, hear or smell a dragon."

[Just to keep it as clear as possible...

Aranea saw what she saw...

The rest of you saw a ghostly priest, then Aranea briefly become... possessed, or something, when she touched the altar.  At the same time, the bell fell, seemingly on its own.  The noise and crash of the bell hitting the ground seemed strange, almost magically loud.  And the bell itself was revealed to be solid gold.  Then Aranea woke up and shouted that the dragon was coming.

From what you can see/have seen, there is no sign of a dragon anywhere.]

Barkas stops walking and looks back at everyone, merely saying “She said a dragon was coming, so I was just preparing.  Maybe it was just a vision.”  Barkas tilts his head, listening.  “I don’t hear one either.  Are you sure?” he says to Aranea.  

Aranea nods, standing on her feet. "I...I'm not sure," she says now. "Perhaps it was only a vision." She seems visibly relieved by this. "But what would be the significance? In my vision, it appeared to be flying straight for this temple."

"The Green? Or the White? We unfortunately have options..."

"It was definitely the white dragon. You're telling me there's another dragon roaming around here too?" Aranea asks.

"Yeah... We spoke with the Green, she's currently injured and wished to use us to out the White..."

The Big Cat gives a deep sigh. "I would take on any enemy, but I am afraid that we may not be in the best condition to face a dragon. Perhaps would be wiser for us to make it back to the forest and see if this Dragon will show up?" Deep inside of him, though, he wishes to hear his companions to say they will fight to the death.

"I must say the sight of that golden bell gives me thoughts, Droknin. That'd go a long way to funding a fight against a pair of dragons... I don't think one can be felled without the other. But moving it from here is no easy task. To the forest for now, we watch and wait. If the White shows, let it glut on ogre and orc."

“I’m not so full of pee and vinegar as I was in me young laddy days, I wouldn’t fight a white dragon unless my back was up against the wall in the current shape I’m in.  Let’s flee, to the try line and watch as you said .  Maybe we can turn this situation in our favor.”  Barkas starts rapidly moving back to their original position prior to their attack, lying down and observing the skies for any dragon sign.  

Inspecting the bell, it is quite heavy.  Droknin could drag it, or Droknin and Barkas together could carry it, though in either case your movement would be slowed.

[You can try to take the bell, or you can leave it and retreat to the treeline to hide and wait.]

(Run for the woods and wait?)

Aranea would shake her head at the idea of trying to take the bell right now. "It's too dangerous, in case the dragon is prowling around," she whispers. "Let's make for the tree line and regroup."

Judging the bell to be too much of a risk, the party breaks instead for the tree line north of the old monastery.  

Hunkering down there, 1000' outside the stone walls of the compound, they find cover and wait.

Five minutes turns into ten and then into twenty.  Sitting out under the cold night air, the whole exercise begins to feel a little ridiculous.  Other than an occasional owl, the night air is free and clear and there is no sign of any...

The white dragon streaks in without warning, coming low over the trees on the distant side of the clearing.  From your vantage point, it is just visible over the top of the temple, a flash of white and glistening ice under the moon.  It slams into the roof of the temple at great speed, with a crashing roar and shower of shingles and debris.  Without hesitation, it begins clawing and tearing at the roof, peeling it back like a child opening a yule gift.  The huge dragon is obviously very strong, its body built something like a short-legged panther with powerful limbs and shoulders, a short neck, and a long tail.  After only a few breathtaking moments, it has opened a whole large enough for itself and it slithers through, its tail waving briefly at the sky before disappearing inside.