Tyranny of Dragons

Strange Cloaked Figures Con Save

23

16

14

25

13

GL Con save

14

14

Most are bloodied save for 2 strange, cloaked figures. 

Will not roll Int saves as none can pass the stun save. 

Round 5

The fire is extinguished 

Akkron's turn. 

Akkron dismounts from his horse and walks towards the temple. He casts Shatter on the two stunned lizard-things, hoping to kill them. It is one of his Spell Masteries, so no spell slot is used). DC 21 Con save vs. 11 Thunder damage. If that doesn't kill them, he completely ignores the stunned cultists and monsters to rally the civilians towards the keep... and the remaining defenders. He knows these creatures are incapacitated and cannot harm anyone now.

Come with me, he commands the civilians. We need to make it to the keep... I will give us cover to make it there alive.

GL Con Save

7

11

The stunned reptiles recoil dribbling blood out of their mouths but still hang onto life. 

When the charred doors of the temple are opened you see huddled townsfolk that let out a a gasp of fear with the stronger among them pushing their family behind them. The temple cleric a very elderly woman with a cane yells "Do not harm these good folks, seek the light of Chauntea to guide you back to the afterlife!" She holds her amulet before her, but you sense no magics divine or otherwise. 

There is no time for theological debates, priestess, Akkron says, not unkindly but not especially patiently. Those who would do you harm are outside... I have made sure they will never harm you or anyone else again. But we must go now... it is not safe here for you or your flock. Make your way towards the keep.

With that, he decides to take a less direct route to the keep... he needs to join the defenders. He's distinctly aware that he will not survive another encounter like that if there are more of these ungodly powerful cultists and giant lizards in the invading army. At least not if he's fighting alone. He'll use whatever tactics necessary to avoid another direct confrontation before meeting up with the defenders.

As you gallop away the townsfolk follow embolden by the elderly cleric leading the way. Well, more like carried forward by her son. 

Using the back roads skirting the stream, you make your way to the keep and arrive as the large, reinforced doors are being closed. You know the townsfolk lagged behind as they are not as swift as a horse. Several arrows thud into the doors with militiamen shouting to put their backs into it and to get the bloody door closed. 

Akkron sighs... this isn't going to go well.

He casts misty step, appearing just inside the doorway.

Hold the gate here, he says urgently. I can block the gate in an instant if we need it, but there are more refugees who need to get through before the gate closes!

Akkron prepares to create a Wall of Force to block the attackers' clear route to the gates, or, even better, enclose the enemy entirely long enough for the refugees to get into the keep.

Most continued to close the gate but one yells "my wife and kids are still out there. Please lets this being hold the enemy at bay. I can't lose my family" Together they stop with some grabbing their crossbows and firing a few shots of their own as they let Akkron hold the gate for a brief time. 

Indeed, the need does come with the enemy gathering to rush the keep. 

Akkron intones the words of power, and the militiamen seem confused but soon realize the arrows stopped midair as they were deflected off of something they could not see. 

The townsfolk from the temple rush in as fast as their legs can carry them then finally the gates are firmly shut with heavy bars set into place. There is blur of activity inside the keep with triage of the wounded in the dining room and the townsfolk crowded in like a can of sardines though with Milita making sure the corridors are clear as they move about trying to defend this keep. 

At the center of hustle and bustle is a man in his 50's barking orders. He looks at Akkron displeased, but beggars can't be choosers. He waves you over "I am governor Nighthill and I lead this town. Tell me what you know of these bastards and the situation as you have seen it" 

I know little more than you, Akkron admits, finally letting the grip on his staff loosen by a fraction. I came here to find someone whom I am in correspondence with. A man named Leosin Erlanther, whom I had reason to believe was in this town. I stopped receiving letters from him a time ago, and I came to find what he had gotten himself into. I found the town under siege when I arrived.

His empty eye sockets observe the refugees, looking for signs of the man whom he named.

I just hope he was not in the mill... even I am only one being, Akkron admits. Their numbers alone were nearly enough to overwhelm me.