Dragon of Icespire Peak ***CLOSED***

The forest yields only the quiet babbling of the river, the chirping of a few distant songbirds in response to Minsys attempt to strike a bargain for safe passage. No creatures appear, boars , half-orcs or otherwise.

A few silent moments pass and then the old man finally pipes up. "Well, I have spent a lot of time out here, and if there's one thing I know, its that when you shout a diplomatic bargain for safe passage into the Neverwinter Wood and receive no clear rejection thereof, its a sure indication that the forest has agreed to your request. Shall we then? Lads? Ladies? Off we go, yes?" 

His urgings were just another of many signs that Tibor Wester had started to become more and more visibly anxious to depart from camp. He was the first to wake, the first to be packed, had extinguished the campfire while others were still enjoying their breakfast and then had proceeded to "help" the others tie up their bedrolls, stow their belongings and don their armor.

UNDISCLOSED ROLL:

"A most interesting wood this one eh Whisker?" Tink would pet the metallic cat beside her who responds with a robotic sounding purr, "I suppose we should be off then. I'm not too familiar with forests, but I hear that they are home my distant cousins the forest gnomes. Us rock gnomes prefer caves and the like you see."

Connak ponders Tink the elf briefly before deciding to leave it be, then says, "I'm taking point then.  Lets follow the river out of these woods, then skirt the forest south to get to Phandalin.  We'll return to the Lodge and take care of the Manse after delivering our impatient friend to his wonderful brother."

"What an excellent idea!" exhorts the old man at Connak's direction to get their journey underway. Just as the party began to move down the slope of the rocky plateau, a large form moves silently over the party, but cast no shadow upon the ground in the still-dawning light of the morning.

Timor Wester practically skipped down the short embankment several paces ahead of the others, gleeful as schoolgirl at finally being able to depart from the place he was certain would be his doom less than 24 hours ago.

And just then, a massive form dropped out of the fog, flattening the old man under a set of scaly, clawed talons. The fog swirled away and the white dragon spread its wings and lifted its sinister head as it recovered from sticking the landing perfectly upon its prey, just a falcon that had pounced on a field mouse. Timor Wester's broken body twiched violently beneath the dragon's feet as the wyrm let out a howling roar that split the quiet dawn and sent birds scrambling from their perches among the trees and ground squirrels fleeing into their burrows from the grassy lawns.

A single, spined vane the color of sun-bleached bone extended and collapsed as the dragon cocked its head left and right in assessment of the party. Its toothy maw hung slightly ajar while  emotionless, ice-blue eyes pierced into the very souls of the pitiful humanoids. The old man gurgled and hacked as blood poured out of his mouth, the sound seeming to snare the dragon's attention from the party for a brief moment. It looked down at the man, cocked its head once more as the tall white vane stood erect and then snatched up the body in cruel claws and fed it into the hungry maw. As needle-like teeth dashed the man into bits, the dragon turned its attention back to the remaining humanoids in front of it, as if deciding which one to consume next.

At Tabesha'l's side, Arvi clapped his tiny clawed hands together and squawked with elation at the scene unfolding before his black, soulless eyes.

ROLLING INITIATIVE!!
13 - CONNAK
8 - TINK
19 - TABESHA'L
21 - MINSYS
7 - VAXIS
14 - YOUNG WHITE DRAGON

The dragon stalks forth, widens its jaw and spews its deadly frozen breath mixed with the chewed remnants of Timor Wester all over the party!

Attack (Cold Breath): The dragon exhales an icy blast in a 30-foot cone. Each creature in that area must make a DC 15 Constitution saving throw, taking 53 cold damage on a failed save, or half damage (26) on a successful one.

CONSTITUTION SAVES:
8 - CONNAK (if reaction used for Uncanny Dodge, Connak takes only 13 cold damage)
11 - TINK
21 - TABESHA'L
23 - MINSYS
15 - VAXIS (resistance to cold damage)
17 - ARVI (resistance to cold damage)

(yes, I would use my reaction to uncanny dodge) 

Tabesha'l now stands frozen in place, her fine clothes stiff beneath the dragon's icy breath, along with the rest of her: her left arm is wrapped protectively across her face, her right hand clamped on her staff. An expression of mild disgust lingers on her lips, now purple with cold.

** First Death Save is a 20 **

Connak reactively nocks an arrow to his bow and fires a shot at the creature that just attacked...

Longbow Attack: 26 Damage: 12

... and then he moves northward to jump/slide down the escarpment with the intent of spreading the party out.

(Let me know what to roll to get down that escarpment.  Once down, he'll hug the wall to try and get some cover from the dragon.)

DC 11 Acrobatics check: 26

Minsys gives a shiver at the cold blast.  Lesser men may have fallen but not he.  Turning his head toward the beast he gives a roar of his own.  He rushes towards the beast with his maul in his hands.  He brings it up in an over hand strike and tries to bring it down on the creatures face.  He will then swing hard at the dragons front shoulder.

Bonus action: rage

Move: move straight right 35 feet drawing weapon as part of the move.  The jumping thing was just for flavor.

Action 2 strikes

Attack: 9 Damage: 8

Attack: 16 Damage: 13

Minsys' maul strikes bounce off the dragon's scales, but succeeds in drawing the wyrm's attention towards the barbarian.

CRYOVAIN:
Recharge (Cold Breath): 2

The dragon snaps its jaws down on Minsys while slashing away at him with both front claws, like a house cat playing with a small toy. 

Multi-attack (Bite): 27 vs. AC 14 (Minsys); dealing 14 piercing damage and 2.5 cold damage on a hit.
Multi-attack (Claw): 19 vs. AC 14 (Minsys); dealing 5.5 slashing damage on a hit.
Multi-attack (Claw): 16 vs. AC 14 (Minsys); dealing 7 slashing damage on a hit.

Shaking the chill from her bones, Tink shouts to Whisker as she points at the dragon, "Sic!"

She then retrieves a green coloured vial and moves over to Tabesha'l and pours its contents over her frozen form restoring life to her. She then moves to the side trying to spread out from the group.

Whisker bolts forward on Tink's command, rounding the dragon and striking at it's back.

The mechanical feline dashes around the dragon slashing and nipping at its heels, however the attacks fail to penetrate the wyrm's thick scales.

Vaxis snarls, shaking the excess frost from his scales. The Vane on his head goes straight up, like a cat with his tail poofed out.

"YOU! You shall die this day, foul BEAST!"

He whispers a short prayer to Bahamut to bolster his allies, and follows quickly with a dolorous bell.

(Casting Mass Healing Word on allies, healing all for 11, followed by Toll the Dead, Wis save DC 14, for either 8 if currently unharmed by Connak's arrow, or 10 otherwise.)

Radiant power streaks out from Vaxis into his allies, causing the heavy layer of frost crystals covering their bodies to quickly recede as it thawed in the holy warmth.

CRYOVAIN
Wisdom (Save): 16 vs. toll the dead (Vaxis) taking 14 necrotic damage on a failed save.

The dragon thrashed its head from side to side as the loud clanging of the dolorous bell pierced into its skull!

The elven wizard takes in a deep breath as both Tink's potion and Vaxis' divine healing take hold, color coming back to her cheeks as her ears fill up with the sound of new life rushing in. Her whole body is shaking as she gasps for air and attempts to get her bearings.

She knows she will not survive another blast from the monstrous creature facing them. Her mind is filled with one thing only: find cover.

She stumbles down towards the house, hoping to make it to the door in time before the dragon attacks again... !

** Move Action + Dash to get into the house. Will use her portent of 9 (+2 skill prof) to beat the Acrobatics check, barely reaching the DC. **

Connak runs towards the bush between the house and the wagon, where he hopes to blend in and be un-noticed by the dragon.  But first he shoots another arrow...

Longbow Attack: 11 Damage: 19

After the shot, Connak will camouflage himself to be invisible in the bush.  (Bonus action, Hide)

Stealth check: 12

(Mask of the Wild: You can attempt to hide even when you are only lightly obscured by foliage, heavy rain, falling snow, mist, and other natural phenomena. )

Minsys, feels the warmth of the healing magic warm his body, but he was too far into the rage to do much to acknowledge it's source.  No, he just continued to yell and laugh and swing his maul.  At his height he tried to slam it into its shoulder.

Attack: 18 Damage: 12

Attack: 14 Damage: 10

The dragon pulled its head aside just as Connak's arrow streaked past, as if darting away from some bothersome gnat attempting to land in its eye fluid. It then crouched to duck under Minsys' first maul swing and then jerked its body sharply back to avoid his second, all the while swishing its reptilian tail back and forth like a cat to help it maintain balance, but also as a sign of enjoyment and attentiveness...

From its crouching position, the dragon brought its face up only inches away from the barbarian's and spoke a single word in draconic, (which only Tabesha'l and Vaxis understood):

The dragon eyes Minsys for a moment, its vicious maw hanging open just wide enough for Minsys to glimpse a few pieces of Timor Wester that had failed to dislodge from the needle-like teeth. Looking further into the dragon's maw, the half-orc then saw something else...something coming from deeper within...something bursting forth with annihilistic fury:

Attack (Cold Blast): The dragon exhales an icy blast in a 30-foot cone. Minsys must make a DC 15 Constitution saving throw - 23; taking 21.5 cold damage on a failed save, or half as much damage (10) on a successful one.

Tink would move up next to Minsys and pulls out another vial of green liquid and infuses it with magic before breaking the vial and emptying its contents on the half-orc. She then shouts to Whisker, "Keep at it girl!"

Whisker would then continue to claw at the dragon.

Vaxis offers a short prayer to Bahamut, and outstretches his clawed hand. A bolt of bright platinum light streaks towards the dragon!

(Casting Guiding Bolt at 2nd level, Attack: 22, Damage: 10 radiant)