Sword Coast Rambling

Knowing it will do little damage, but the Dragon will be more vulnerable to a normal wrapon than magic.  Syna draws forth a dart and takes all.

Attack: 7 Damage: 7

Beetle, hoping the dragon is nearing its end strikes once more....

Attack: 23 Damage: 11 on hit add 3 from hex.

Longsword in hand, Beetle takes another swipe at the dragon, eager to deliver the finishing blow.

Attack: 14 

Talon lands a glancing blow against the dragons thick scales, leaving behind a long shallow scratch on the surface. The dragon shrugs off the blow, showing no sign of tiring as it continues to defy its attackers.

ROUND 12

1

Snarling at the golden dragonborns miracle escape, the dragon lunge forwards again. With its claws spread wide its jaws lead the way.

Dragon Attack 1 vs Arkhan: 13 (+D/A)

Pouncing at Arkhan, the dragons lower jaw furrows through the ground, churning up soft soil as the dragonborn leaps aside. Tangled vines hold the beast firmly in place as it rolls back to its feet, chasing Arkhan with a swipe of its right claw.

Dragon Attack 2: 18 (+D/A)

Arkhan continues to lead the beast on a merry dance as the dragons second swipe falls short, again throwing a pile of soil into the air. Roaring in a mix of anger and frustration, the dragon lashes out a final time, throwing a clawed foot towards the nearby Beetle.

Dragon Attack 3: 11 (+D/A)

(OOC: Beetle I'm assuming you'll take a shield from the staff here? I can always roll damage after if you'd prefer lol)

A second blast of light halts the dragon in its tracks. Beetle stands strong, unscathed by the dragons sharp claws. In his hand, his glass staff shimmers as it catches the light. The dragon hesitates, snapping at the sceptres magical aura.

With a clean shot, Brots makes the most of the distraction, aiming another arrow and letting it fly towards the dragons side.

Brots Attack Roll: 25
Damage: (8+5) = 11

As the arrow plants itself into its flank, the dragon lets out a weakened screech. Suddenly its confident swagger seems to have faded. Its efforts to free itself now lacking any great urgency. Brots is overcome by a sense of great pity for the beast and lowers his bow before considering whether the dragon would show the same level of compassion.

Jelenneth arrives, cowering behind a low wall along the northern edge of the old apothecaries. Casting a spell on herself, he complexion quickly changes, darkening, hardening, blending into the forest around her. She whispers to Serak beside her, he words fumbled through wooden lips "Just in case. Though it looks as if you won't need us after all!"

Out of spells and out of range, Syna weighs up his options.  Pulling a dart from his side, he decides that a weak attack is better than none and takes aim, firing at the dragon.

Attack: 16
Damage: 4

Another shaft gets added to the dragons side as it puffs out a heavy sigh. Its breathing slows, growing heavier by the second. Despite the pool of rich red blood forming around it, the dragon seems determined to continue. Expecting another blow from Arkhan, the beast reluctantly eyes up his adversary, forcing a half hearted grumble through its teeth

OOC: Serak and Arkhan again then!

Serak: Back pressed against the wall, Serak says to Jelenneth on the other side, "It's not over yet! Stay out of sight and be ready to heal any wounded!" Hoping to cause at least some harm to the beast before his friends bring it down, the bard then looses yet another arrow at the Dragon.

Attack: 22 Damage: 4

Concerned for his allies, Serak shouts, "Arkhan! Watch for its breath attack!"

Bonus Action: Bardic Inspiration Target: Arkhan

Reaction: Cutting Words Condition: Dragon makes its check vs Entanglement by 6 or less.

Arkhan sees the dragon weaken. He says in draconic “Accept your death by my hand with honor”

bonus action: convert 2 sorcerery points into a spell slot. 

Booming Blade Handaxe: Attack: 25 Damage: 13

(cast shield if he hits me)

OOC: staff shield was fine, also I know its a touch early but going to put Beetle's next attack...

After warding off a hit from the dragon with Glassstaff and staggering back a bit, Beetle regains his composure and once again strikes the beast....

Attack: 24 Damage: 8 plus 1 damage from Hex on a hit.

Serak, observing the battle from a safe distance, takes aim at the dragon once more. 

Attack: 12

The arrow whistles as it spins recklessly aside, striking the smithy wall as it misses its target. Serak lowers his bow sheepishly, turning his attention back to the battle. Increasingly concerned over the dragons poison breath, he calls out to Arkhan with inspiring words and prepares himself to distract the dragon should it make its escape.

Pathetic. The dragon, visibly weakened by the onslaught must surely now accept its fate. With axe in hand Arkhan growls a final warning to the beast as crackling forks of electricity run down his arm,  "MAVLI DOUT MARFEDELOM INI SIA CHA'SID MRITH KALITH!"

Arkhan Attack: 12

"NURTIII!" The dragon growls back, weak but defiant as it ducks away from Arkhans blade. It's buckling legs stiffen once more as it hauls itself back to a stronger position, briefly buoyed by the dragonborns arrogance. 

Arkhan, Beetle:

"I'm getting closer!" To Jelenneths disbelief, Dayereth tears past. The old monk sprinting as fast as his legs can carry him towards the melee. He stumbles over a small rock in the road midstride, almost falling as he somehow keeps his balance. Out of breath as he darts behind the smithy, he shouts out to the forest, "RILLIFANE RALLATHIL! I CALL ON YOUR WARDING SPIRIT!" In an instant, the elven god of nature responds. A handful of leaves carried on the breeze swirl through the air from the nearby forest. Spinning through the air, they eventually encircle Zyltris providing a barrier between him and the dragon. 

Bemused by his sudden leafy force field, Zyltris redraws his second axe. Taking aim at the dragon, both blades burst through the screen filling, scattering leaves through the air.

Zyltris Attack 1: 22
Zyltris Attack 2: 14

Damage 1: 7
Damage 2: 2

Zyltris catches the dragon by surprise. The beast too distracted by the contempt shown by the dragonborn to have noticed the danger from its flank. The elf hacks away, again drawing blood as his blades slice through thick armoured scales. The dragon winces in pain, rearing weakly onto its rear legs again but falling to earth with a heavy thump. Its head hits the ground, kicking a cloud of dust into the air. Its tired eyes flicker, catching sight of a glinting blade as it struggles to lift itself from the dirt.

Attack: 24 
Damage: (8+1) = 9

Beetles blade hacks into the back of the dragons skull unchallenged. The dragon helpless to resist as the last remnants of its strength drains away. In a last ditch effort it staggers to its feet, lurching sideways as its right legs buckle. Dazed and confused it shakes its head, squinting its beady black eyes as it focuses on its attackers.

ROUND 13

1

Dragon Strength Check: 6
Spell Save DC: 13

Struggling against its bindings for a final time, the dragon succumbs to its fate. Collapsing into a pile among the vines, its breathing shallow and sluggish.

Bow in hand, Brots narrows his eyes, reluctantly firing again at the dragons side.

Brots Attack: 22
Damage: (5+5)

With a dull thump the arrow disappears into the dragons body. The beast too weak to move, shows no reaction to the blow.

Jelenneth peeks around the corner of the ruined wall. Though she has a thorough dislike for dragons, part of her feels a great sympathy for a creature in such pain. Ducking back behind the wall the druid closes her eyes tight, absorbing the sounds of the forest, patiently waiting should she be needed.

OOC: Syna, Serak, Arkhan. Another turn for you!

Syna, lowers his head, his plan to avoid death shattered.  His companions will not suffer the creature to live.  He draws forth another dart and casts it at the Dragon.

Attack: 12 Damage: 4

Serak: Retrieving yet another arrow from his quiver, Serak nocks and draws quickly before taking aim at the beast. A twinge of pity for the creature stays his hand a moment, before reason forces the bard to release the string.

Attack: 16 Damage: 4

Reaction: Cutting Words Condition: Dragon makes its Check vs Entanglement by 6 or less.

"So be it." Arkhan growls. Arkhan sets his handaxe back on his hip and starts swirling his hands around. Arkhand moves back 15ft. Never breaking eye contact "Your death could have been swift and honorable and painless... now you will suffer." Arkhans hands still swirling start to create cracking blue energy as soon as he can't control it anymore he forces it toward the dragon casting Witch Bolt

Attack: 18 Lightning Damage: 11

Slowly and quietly, Syna takes another dart in hand taking aim at the downed beast. What might have been...

Attack: 12

The druids dart falls short as he half heatedly throws at the dragon. I strange mixture of feelings descend over him - remorse, sorrow, indifference. A dragon is a living creature nonetheless.

Clearly sharing Synas feelings, Serak holds his aim for a moment as he nocks another arrow. Done with being sentimental, he too fires. 

Attack: 16 

Serak too pulls his shot. The moments pause obviously costing him dearly as his arrow misses its target. The bard sighs as he reaches for another arrow. Eyes firmly fixed on the wheezing dragon, still half expecting it to make an escape.

Fed up of waiting, Arkhan sets his hand axe back onto his belt. It seems it has fallen to him to cleanse this planet of another dragon. "So be it." Swirling his hands before him, the dragonborn steps backwards, crackling blue energy starting to form between his palms.

Dragon Opportunity Attack: 13

Despite its weakened state, the dragon somehow manages to summon enough energy to lunge forward a final time, though its gnashing jaws fall some distance short of Arkhan as he steps away. The dragonborn spits on the ground nonchalantly growling at the pathetic beast. "Your death could have been swift and honorable and painless... now you will suffer." 

The ball of crackling energy, now grown to a huge size, roars in Arkhans hands. Turning his palms forwards, he releases the blast into the air.

Attack: 15

The roar of energy is drowned out by a wet, grumbling chuckle. Defiantly the dragon puffs the witch bolt away, scattering blue electricity into the wind. Locking eyes with Arkhan, the dragon smiles, speaking softly through its shallow, tiring breaths, "Hawrk'ghukech! Nomag... Tiamat jivelgg wux ihk... tiselaiw, nou'ara."

Arhan, Beetle:

Red faced and panting, Dayereth appears in the window of the smithy. Gesturing wildly at the dragon, he yells through the broken glass, "YOU BLOODY DRAGON! DESTROYER OF THE FORESTS! I HAVE CHASED YOU FOR TOO LONG. DON'T YOU DARE DIE BEFORE I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!"

Reacting quickly to Dayereths approach, Zyltris swings his axes again, not willing to let the old man get into any bother. Hands bursting through the storm of leaves around him, he reaches for the dragon. 

Zyltris Attack 1: 7
Zyltris Attack 2: 13

The monks cries temporarily stirs the dragon to its senses as it kicks Zyltris aside. The elfs axes are thrown aside as the clawed foot strikes his chest. "GET BACK!" Zyltris yells as he reaches desperately for his blades. Behind him, the dragon again attempts to rise, its buckling legs seeming to hold.

OOC: Last attack of the round! All on you Beetle

Beetle amazed at the strength of lasting will of this foe tries again to bring vengeance for all innocents this dragon has taken....

Attack: 24 Damage: 6 plus 2 from hex on a hit

(if i need to use the Bardic inspiration on the hit...5 )

Standing tall over Arkhan, the dragon snarls, teeth bared, a thin wisp of purple smoke trickling from its nostrils. Defiant til the end, it takes a deep breath and lunges forwards. 

Attack: 18 
Damage:(12 + 5) = 17

Mid strike, the dragon collapses onto the floor, its foreleg cleaved away beneath it. The beast rolls around, writhing and screaming in agony, teeth gnashing together in vain as it lashes out at its unseen attacker. In a moment all is silent as Talon strikes again, the dragons huge head spinning away across the dusty ground, tongue lolling, jaws still leaking foul smelling smoke. 

The struggling dragons corpse eventually stills in a puddle of rich red blood, the few thick green scales that managed to avoid contact still gleaming in the sunlight. For a few minutes the forest is silent, before a single sparrow musters the courage to start singing in the background. Aching and covered in blood, the companions gather over their game, still half expecting the beast to come alive. 

OOC: XP Rewards then.....

Arkhan: 545xp
Beetle: 545xp
Brots: 545xp
Serak: 570xp
Syna: 545xp
Zyltris: 545xp

No level gains this time! Getting close though!

Have to say you handled that dragon perfectly too, top marks!

Arkhan begins to collect his things, his shield, his sword, his handaxe. "Well done, new friends. I think I might collect me a souvenir..." 

Syna sits down, his head between his legs, as he comes to grip with this death.  Shortly he goes to retrieve his staff from the last building.

"Nothing else would live near here, so it should be safe to seek out its lair.  Brots, can Lucas lead us there?  I suggest we search it and then rest."

Serak: Cautiously approaching the slain Dragon, Serak draws his rapier, jabbing the creature several times. Satisfied that the beast is truly slain, the bard says, "Truly incredible fighting everyone! Surely Tyr was with us this day!"

As Arkhan collects his trophy, Serak contemplates collecting two of his own as well. Opening the beasts massive mouth, he reveals the Dragon's poison glands and says to Brots, "Before we explore its lair, might I borrow your expertise a moment in harvesting these poison glands?"

Action: Help(Brots Survival/Nature? Check)

OOC: Great teamwork guys! It went down easier than I thought it would. Syna's Entangle really shut it down.

BrownBeard, I'm curious how you're calculating XP? The calculator I use is showing the Dragon being worth 650xp each, not including the Zombies and Blights.

OOC: So the totals came out as:

Zombies: 150xp/6 (everybody involved) - 25
Blights: 50xp/6 (everybody involved) - 8
Blights: 125xp/5 (everybody minus Serak) - 25
Blights: 50xp (Serak alone)
Young Green Dragon: 3900xp/8 - 488

The /8 for the dragon does involve Dayereth and Jelenneth. But thinking about it now and checking with the DMG, perhaps the two NPCs should be cut from the XP share. Jelenneth basically did next to nothing, Dayereth did cast on Zyltris but made no real impact on the fight.

That's likely where the confusion lies. Taking them out would increase everybodies xp by 162xp to the following totals:

Arkhan: 707xp
Beetle: 707xp
Brots: 707xp
Serak: 732xp
Syna: 707xp
Zyltris: 707xp

Quietly pacing towards the headless dragon, Brots shares in Synas sorrow patting the druids shoulder as he passes. Carefully and methodically he retrieves his arrows from the beasts side, wiping them clean through the grass before replacing them into his quiver. This dragon, at least five times his size, still fills the little gnome with unease. And this one not yet fully grown. The thought makes Brots shudder as he follows Seraks lead, reaching into its gaping mouth for the poisonous flesh pockets.

Brots Survival Check: 24

With a wet squelch, the gnome withdraws his hand, two bright purple sacks held limply between his fingers. A thick blackish ooze trickles slowly down his arm burning at his skin. "YEOW!" Brots throws the pockets of flesh to the floor, his forearm reddening as he wipes the venom away. 

"The.... uhh... tower is probably our best bet then?" Brots says slightly distracted, "Lucas was over there before the dragon popped out. I'm sure he'll lead us there once were done here."

OCC:  Something up with the site, I think, as I am not seeing notifications and noticed on another thread die rolls where generating errors.

I really wanted to see if I could command (via True Name) and trick the dragon into Exile for the duration of Syna's life.  While elves live 700+ years, High level druids live 10 times that...  :)   I'm sorry evil dragon, you have to live in the cold north for 10,000 years!