Alisande laughs delightedly at Lyra's suggestion, her mind already envisioning The Ballad of Don Juan and the Carrion Crawler Bride becoming the latest sensation across parlours and taverns across the Sword Coast, before eventually gracing theatres in Waterdeep as a full-blown musical production. She is shaken out of her fanciful reverie by Zephyros introducing himself.

The noblewoman greets the formidable looking warrior with a broad smile and a delicate handshake, her other hand resting gracefully in the small of her back. Her posture is immaculate, her manner effortlessly regal. "Lady Alisande of House Immerwood of Neverwinter." She says, correcting him gently without taking offence. Commoners could hardly be expected to know the subtleties of titles - it was a duty of her station instruct and edify with grace, not condescension. "Zephyros Ironheart? I am most gratified to make your acquaintance. I look forward to getting to -"

Before she can finish her sentence, the ground beneath her fine leather boots begins to quake. Dust spirals down from above. Alarmed, her gaze flickers to the rocky ceiling, watching as cracks split the surface. "Take cover!" She yells, but before she can reach safety, she is clobbered by a chunk of stone across the shoulders that sends her sprawling. 

Dex Save: 8

(Dex Save: 12)

Gareth is still smiling at Sister Garaele when he hears the huge crashing noise and the mine trembles around them, sending stones crashing down onto their heads. One of them clips the ranger in the side of the face, bruising his cheek and drawing blood. Another rock slams into Lyra's head and blood begins to drip through her hair. He rushes over to her, grabbing her arm to steady her. 

Afraid the whole mine might be about ready to topple down onto their heads, Gareth follows Lyra toward the exit, although he's concerned about whatever it was that made that noise. There's only one thing he can think of, and it's the white dragon. If the dragon is really out there, the safest place to be would be to remain inside the mine, but both Meira and Don Jon went outside. They were in danger, and he wouldn't leave them to fend for themselves alone.

"We have to get Meira and Don Jon back inside!" he calls to the others.

Dex Save: 17

Zephyros gives a sheepish grin after being corrected, just before disaster strikes.

When the earth shudders and rocks fall, Ironheart reacts immediately and precisely as if he'd done it a thousand times before.

"By the Nine! What was that?!" The bear of a man roars.

If it's possible, he places his shield between Lady Alisande and the falling rocks. After that the stout veteran hurries outside and interposes himself between the evil draconic figure and his friends.

If interception is not possible, Ironheart assists the noblewoman to her feet and proceeds as above.

(Meira WIS Save: 7)

Stricken by fear, Meira tries to grab Don-Jon. "Let's go!" Whether she can grab him or not, she moves as quickly as she can to go back inside the mine.

Rasziel
 
The young purple-robed dark-haired man with the sinister-looking scar has barely finished up his business with the dwarven miners as the gold mine suddenly seems to collapse upon them, and he quickly ushers the dwarves outside, using his telekinetic powers to deflect falling rocks while making his way out of the gold mine with the others.

(Dex save: 15 )

Meira,

Zephyros,

You manage to raise your shield in time to deflect the rocks from hitting you. You make every effort to protect Lady Alisande, but are unsuccessful as you see a large rock hit her shoulder, causing her to cry out in pain. You help her to her feet and guide her to the entrance through dust filled corridors.

Rasziel,

You expertly avoid the falling rocks using your telekinetic powers, flinging rocks left and right as you lead the dwarves outside. As you go, you see one of the dwarves take a devastating blow to the head. He falls to the ground, unmoving. The other dwarves pick him up and drag him the rest of the way outside.

Everyone else,

You all hastily make your way to the mine entrance after getting hit with falling rocks. [[OOC: Passive perception of 15 or higher]] Gareth, Lyra, and Rasziel see the silhouette of a dragon disappear into the distance to the southwest. You see Don-Jon flat on his face as Meira begins to help him get back up. Sister Garaele stumbles out of the mine, coughing from the dust and holding her blood soaked head. The dwarves exit the mine carrying the body of Torrin. They are frantic as they try to wake up their leader. "Stay with me Torrin!" They yell as they set him down on the ground.

As she helping Don-Jon to his feet, Meira notices Lyra with the others outside.  She looks worried and scared. "Get inside! Get inside! It's another dragon, a green dragon. This one though is really really really huge!" If she can get the man standing, she would continue to move towards the entrance.  

She also catches sight of the dwarves with Torrin's body, looking to Lyra and Sister Garaele for aid. "Someone help Torrin!" 

Rasziel
 
"I believe the dragon you refer to has already departed, we should be in no immediate danger out here, but Torrin does indeed need assistance." The young purple-robed dark-haired man with the sinister-looking scar says quite calmly, followed by a few coughs. Deciding he won't be of much use to the dwarf, Rasziel instead tries to recall what lies to the southwest of their current position. "Lady Alisande, are you hurt?" He asks his companion with a comcerned look as he then notices her through the settling dust from the entrance of the gold mine.

Gareth blanches at the sight of the huge green dragon disappearing into the distance. This one was green! There were two dragons flying around the countryside now? It already seemed like an impossible task when they only had one to deal with! Trying to set aside those thoughts for now, Gareth focuses his attention on making sure Meira and Don Jon are safe. Once they are accounted for, he hurries over to the fallen Torrin and kneels down next to him. Like he had done before with Don Jon, he checks the dwarf's pulse, fearing the worst once more...

Medicine - dirty 20

Lyra rushes toward Meira the moment she lays eyes on her. As she does, she catches sight of the dragon's silhouette vanishing into the sky and recalls the rogue's words. The halfling seizes Meira's hands, both revelations striking her at once.

"Another drag—" The word dies in her throat. Her grip tightens, trembling, as fear courses through her. Her mind flashes with the memory of the white dragon's claws and fangs closing around her.

Then she notices Don-Jon lying face-down on the ground. He seems unhurt, just shaken. Torrin, though…

Lyra lets go of Meira's hands, leaving a smear of her own blood behind, and dashes to the fallen dwarf. She presses her palms to his chest, trying to ignore the throbbing pain from the rock that had struck her head to focus on what matters right now.

"Tell me he's alive, please," the cleric begs Gareth. If he confirms it, Lyra will call upon her magic, casting healing spell into the dwarf, hoping to bring him back to consciousness. (ooc: 12 HPs back from a level 1 Cure Wounds)

Alisande grimaces as the falling debris cracks her square across the shoulders. "Ah, I fear that will leave a mark as blue as the banner of my House." She says, trying to laugh off the pain, climbing to her feet with the aid of Zephyros. She shoots him a grateful smile for his chivalry and follows him through the haze-choked warren. "My thanks, Ironheart. I am in your debt." 

As she arrives at the entrance, her stomach twists into knots at the mention of dragons. "A dragon? I expected peril to befall me on my travels, but never did I imagine that I would cross paths with a drake so soon. Is it mere happenstance that it descended upon this place, here and now? Or is there design in its presence?" She turns from Meira to Rasziel, incredulity set on her noble countenance. "I will survive, Rasziel. Thank you. A little sore, but I have suffered worse. Kind Zephyros was swift to my aid. But I fear there are others who have not been as fortunate..."

Her voice trails off into silence as her gaze fixes on Torrin's still form, sprawled on the stone floor. She watches Gareth and Lyra kneeling at his side, tending to his wounds. At the sight of blood matting Sister Garaele's, Alisande sweeps over to support the wounded woman, fumbling for a spare cloth to staunch the crimson flow.

Medicine: 9

As Lyra seizes her hands, Meira realizes the blood, especially as some is left on her hand as the halfling rushes to help Torrin. "Wait!" she begins, sounding concerned. But quickly she lets her words go quiet as she sees the halfling moving to help the dwarf. 'Lyra's fine, right?' she thinks. Still, she quickly follows after her, watching her to see if her assumption is correct.