Jalt's Guiding Bolt misses, disappearing into the rain-filled sky as soon as it passes by the dragon.

"Very well, then" Otaaryliakkarnos says, and she turns towards the blue dragon and breathes ice which fills the air and catches the dragon as it flees. Though the blue dragon manages to use its wings to shield itself from the worst of the blast (made its saving throw) it still takes a fair bit of cold damage.

"Sometimes children can be taught, and sometimes not," Otaaryliakkarnos continues as she flies up to the wounded blue dragon. "Finish this poor fool if you will."

Round Four:
Titus and Soar
Tobin
Blue Dragon
Jalt and Bazavur
Otaaryliakkarnos

Titus and Soar are up.

Soar’s axe swings twice and hits once, with a real burst of radiant smiting damage on the first strike.

Axe Attack: 23 Damage: 11 Smite: 9

(second attack misses with 13)

Shes got a bit of her old swagger back as her axe crashes down

It's a solid hit and smite, but not quite enough to bring the dragon down.

Titus is up.

Tobin:

(On his turn, if needed)

Titus tosses another firebolt in the direction of the swooping dragon and yells at Tobin to try something smart as his shot misses wide.

Titus, your firebolt misses very, very wide. It almost looks as though you were aiming to miss. But what possible reason could you have for doing such a thing?

Thunk, thunk, thunk... 6 magic missiles hit the fleeing dragon, impacting various parts of the body - a wing, the neck, a leg, all in rapid succession.

It's not enough. The dragon is flying away at full speed. But Otaaryliakkarnos is keeping pace.

Jalt and Bazavur, you are thirty feet from the blue dragon, and you're up.

Bazavur lets out an angry roar as the remaining dragon attempts to flee (RAGE! (3 on wild magic rage table)). Much to his surprise a flumph appears near the fleeing dragon and promptly explodes. (1 force damage. Dex 14 save to avoid). He then readies his glaive to attack once the dragon is within reach. (25 for 8 slashing and rolled a 1 on the second attack. Glaive has ten foot reach)

Jalt sees the 6 magic missiles hit and points again at the dragon to cast Guiding Bolt at lvl 4... 18 to hit for 19 damage

Jalt, your guiding bolt strikes true; there's a glimmer of holy light around the spot where it hit. The next attacker will have advantage - or they would, if that were needed. Alas for the dragon, this final magical strike is enough to draw the last strength it has from its body. It turns, eyes wide and you all hear its final spoken words - intended perhaps to be a roar of anger but delivered instead as a last, coughing gasp: "He lied!". 

And then the dragon drops down through the sky, down to the ground, beyond what you are able to see in this weather - but you know the creature was lifeless before it hit.

The great silver dragon Otaaryliakkarnos slows her pace, looking down where the dragons fell - you're not sure if even she can see well enough to discern them.

Combat is over.

Soar watches the dragon fall, placing a hand on Jalt's shoulder. She was lucky to fight next to such powerful warriors.

Speaking up to Otaaryliakkarnos, she says, "does that happen often where we are now? If not, I wonder if they were tracking us, or you, or this was happenstance. Do you want to swing low to confirm they are down?"

She also looks at her compatriots, even the silver, to see if anyone needs healing. She will lay on hands to Tobin and Titus, who seem like they got hit hardest (5hp each). If Otaaryliakkarnos needs healing, she will heal her for 5hp as well. She heals herself for 5hp, and asks Jalt and Bazavur if they need some aid (if so, 5hp each).

Titus exhales as the bit of divine energy flows into him, binding the worst of his wounds and nods his head by way of thanks.  He scans the skies as well - looking for any other threats.

Tobin:

Exhaling in relief as the last Draconic foe falls, Tobin also nods his thanks for the healing and says, “I think I prefer reading about such battles in my books to actually participating in one.  They are most…uncomfortable.”

Making himself a bit more secure in the straps, he foregoes further mapping for now and scans the skies for other threats as they fly along.

Bazavur flinches at Soars touch and turns quickly, glaive at the ready to strike. As soon as he sees Soar he shudders slightly and seems to calm down slightly.

”Thanks” he adds meekly as her familiar magic helps with his wounds. 

He settles back into his position on the dragons back and collects himself (second wind 11 hp)

Bazavur gives Tobin a nod, “They aren’t the most comfortable thing… But they’re much more exhilarating than reading… a… book” he gives a hearty laugh. “You certainly seem to do quite well in them regardless.”

Seeing Titus still on high alert, “you see anything else?”

Otaaryliakkarnos swoops low; Titus and anyone else can make a Perception check to look for the dragons on the ground, or potential threats elsewhere in the sky.

Bazavur perception: 15

(also I believe Titus rolled a 20+10 for a perception check with his previous post.)

Tobin:

Smiling, Tobin responds, saying, “My first Arcana instructor taught me that it is better to be a War Mage in a library than a Librarian in a war, so I have selected spells that complement both pursuits…”

As they descend, Tobin keeps his eyes open for any other foes or threats…(Perception 17).

Otaaryliakkarnos soars over forest; it's not easy to see anything much, and Bazavur and Tobin, you don't make out anything. Titus (with a roll of 20) sees the damage done to the trees as two massive dragon bodies crashed through them, and you just catch glimpses of blue and green scaly flesh. There is no doubt the dragons are grounded, and dead. As Otaaryliakkarnos rises again, you look around; in the skies surrounding you, there is no sign of life - birds may be hiding from the weather, or the dragon fight, and there are no dragons within viewing distance, nor do you hear anything that causes concern.

(Does the silver want that little bit of healing?)

Soar asks again if this kind of thing happens a lot where they are flying. She’s not sure if they are close to their destination. Otherwise she is uncharacteristically quiet. Watchful, and concentrating on her protective spell on their dragon. This was actually a successful battle, and a sign to the hexadin that alliance with the metallic dragons could mean everything.

Otaaryliakkarnos does not need healing, but will accept it to be polite. :)

"They have become brazen. But I wonder at this. I doubt they could have bested me, had I been alone. It would have been a difficult fight, but... I am concerned that they were intended to soften me up for something that lies ahead. I will take a detour; we will still reach our destination today, but it will be late into the evening I fear. And please remain vigilant as I fly."

And on she flies, through the day. Whatever additional threat there may have been, it seems that she manages to avoid it. It is almost sunset when you first glimpse the Nether Mountains up ahead, and sunset is long past on this cloudy night when you finally land on one mountain, on a large stone platform perhaps two thirds of the way up. The air is chilly but not terribly so - there are patches of snow on the mountainside around you, dotted with rocks and the occasional tree as far as you can see in the darkness, but it is not uncomfortable. There is no-one about, but Otaaryliakkarnos does not seem troubled by this. 

You unlatch yourselves once again from the large harness-like contraption you have used to secure yourselves. Otaaryliakkarnos sighs, and a lone claw scratches futilely at the thing. "Could you please help me remove this?"