Lost Mine of Phandelver

Blinded (not literally) by his fury, the bear snaps his jaws down tight around the dragon's throat! The wyrm tears away from the bear's grasp but not without leaving deep puncture wounds from the animal's 3-inch long canines. A powerful swipe of the bear's claws misses the dragon's torso by mere inches...

Vanzaren soars upwards, to the top of the tower, and down into it to slash claw at the dragon and drop off his passengers. At the same time, he does his best to help the grubs drop off himself.

Movement: 10 feet over to the side of the tower, 30 feet up into the tower, and 30 feet dive bombing into it.

Action (Cause i'm about 87.5% sure i have enough movement: Beak & Talons Attack
Beak: Attack: 18 Damage: 8
Talons Attack: 21 Damage: 13

The tower interior darkens briefly as the giant eagle soars over the topless stone cylindar. With wings at full extension, the majestic bird practically blocks out the sunlight on the deadly struggle in progress forty feet below. The eagle drew its wings in close and dropped like a stone, crashing onto the dragon's head, and then proceeded to try to tear out one of the wyrm's eyes. The tip of the eagle's beak sank into the dragon's ocular cavity eliciting an ear-splitting roar of pain, but before Vanzaren could finish the job the dragon thrashed its head back and forth in a violent attempt to shake the bird loose.

Amidst the chaos, the cluster of flesh-eating rot grubs were dislodged from the eagle's tail feathers and onto the dragon's back...

Reidoth the druid clutched at his face, which stung from the hundreds of tiny glass splinters embedded in his flesh coupled with the oozing sores that formed immediately after he received a high-pressure dose of draconic poison. He grits his teeth, spits blood and coughs so forcefully that he nearly vomits, but after a few seconds he gains his composure. Looking out of one squnited eye, he sees the dragon trying to throw the giant eagle off of its crown. The druid closes his eyes and mutters a few quiet words to Meilikki. The eagle began to emit thick white smoke, as if it was on fire from within. In less than a couple of seconds, the bird was fully obscured from view and then Vanzaren felt his lithe, avian body suddenly become hard and heavy...

The eagle had ceased to exist, replaced by a dark green obloid shape that dropped out of the smoke screen, making a loud "plunk" sound as it impacted the cold stone floor of the tower.

REIDOTH uses his action to turn Vanzaren from a giant eagle into a giant snapping turtle with 69 hit points.

Spit was not eager to embroil himself directly in battle with a dragon (just in case things did not conclude in the party's favor...) but he knew the others would probably need as much help as they could get when he saw the sickly green cloud blow out the windows and doors of the cottage. The giant owl swooped down to where Garet was standing and snatched the massive firbolg up and deposited him on the south side of the tower, safely out of the dragon's line of sight, but near the square hole where a window had been just moments ago. Looking through the window, the cleric could see the back half of a large bear that appeared to be locked in quite a struggle with whatever was on the other side of the doorway...

Ronk slithers in through remains of the window, and heads right for the dragon, lunging to sink his fangs into its scaly hide.

Bite: 11; Damage on hit - [9

Roll for Dragon's CON save on hit: 2

Roll for madness table on CON save fail: 8

Grubby Rigel attempts to wriggle his way under a scale so he can begin laying larvae.

Attack: 11 number of grubs deposited: 1

Garet gives Spit the Helpful Owl fast friendly nod but seeing what is going on with Marcon he decides to act.

With swift move he grabs dry cone from one of his pockets, smash it and mix with some mud collected from the ground. 

Heavy pine scents emerges as he rubs the "mixture" in his hands and says short prayer to goddess of forests.

He reaches hurt Marcon the Raging Bear through broken window as he finishes casting 2nd level Cure Wounds  for 8  

and moves back ~10f to safe position

Stopit prowls up near the tower opposite Garet, hunching down as if trying to sneak up on some prey...or silently sneak away from a larger predator...

He halts near some thick brush and lowers himself onto his haunches.

STOPIT:
Movement: 40 feet northeast
Action: dodge

Recharge: 3

The dragon tried to step back away from the bear, but bumped into something large and round behind him. Furious at the sudden and unexplained invasion of his lair by all these woodland creatures, he drew in a large volume of air in preparation to poison blast them right back out of it, focusing on the rampaging cave bear directly in front of him.

VENOMFANG
Constitution Save (Marcon): 18 vs. DC 14;
Constitution Save (Reidoth): 14 vs. DC 14;
Each target takes 38 poison damage on a failed save or half damage (19) on a success.

The cave bear disappeared in a puff of white smoke leaving the body of a young farmboy in its place. Outside the druid cursed himself for not moving away from the window after what happened last time.

Marcon comes out the transformation still hunched over and coughing as everything either stung or burned from the poison. It was a pain that might've overwhelmed most others from back home if it hadn't killed them outright first. But not him. Having endured the breath weapon three times now since facing the dragon, he knew how to focus past the pain to focus upon the dragon.

Then came a familiar dimming of his peripheral vision that further removed all else from attention except the dragon and the beating of his own heart. This time there would be no echo of a bestial spirit to try and call him back. Nor did were their voices or vision of past tormentors seeping into view to further egg him on. If he took a breath and tried, he knew he could will away the disruption and continue to fight as himself.

But.... he wanted the dragon dead more than he cared about anything else. He made good his promise of putting fang to the creature. Now was the time to hold nothing back and finisht he job. The sound of clothing tearing and feral growling precedes his lunging for Venomfang's jaw with a fist -- much like the rest of visible skin in places -- turning black and scaly. Hit or miss, he lands again half hunched over as a scaly, prehensile tail hovered about him in a defensive pattern.

Bonus Action: Enter a Rage(Tail Form)!

Action: Beat up the Dragon!
(Lethal)Unarmed Fighting - Attack: 25 Damage: 15 non-magical bludgeoning.

Marcon's tail slam's into the dragon's jowls. Through none fell out, he was pretty sure he felt a couple of the wyrm's teeth crack...or maybe it was just his jawbone all together.

The party was making progress against their foe, but the dragon became more incensed with each strike, and positively seethed with anger and secretly - embarrasment. If any of his kind knew he was being acosted in this way, and by a group of bunny rabbits and chipmunks no less...he might as well fly into an active volcano.

Vanzaren holds his ground on newfound legs, and takes a snap at the dragon.

Action: Bite Attack
Attack: 22 Damage: 17

The dragon snatches up its hind leg just as the giant turtle prepared to clamp down on it. A roaring snarl warned Vanzaren to back away...

Meanwhile, Reidoth ran around to the northern entrance to the cottage. He was a mess of sores and festering pus, but the Marcon was much worse for wear. The druid entered an placed a hand on the boy's shoulder sending healing energy into his body:

REIDOTH:
Casts (cure wounds; 4th level): healing Marcon for 20 hit points.

STOPIT prowls around the area outside the castle, occasionally catching a field mouse or cockroach, which he devoured with intense glee.

Ronk tries to squirm past Marcon, again lashing out to strike at the nearest piece of dragon hide.

Bite: 18; Damage on hit - 6

Roll for Dragon's CON save on hit: 9

Roll for madness table on CON save fail: 72

Rigel grub attempts to burro under a scale again.

Attack: 13

Grubs deposited: 1

Just in case he's stunned advantage roll: 5

Ronk's snakebite lands squarely and his long, needle-like fangs sank deep into the dragon's front left claw, however not enough venom was injected to make any significant impacts on the dragon's ability to carry on with the fight.

Likewise, the writhing mass of rot grubs perched on the dragon's back could not quite piece its thick hide, but it was only a matter of time before they found the right, soft spot...

High above, SPIT soared over the upper opening of the tower and came to rest on the northeastern ledge and watch the fury play out below. In an impressive show of courage, the little goblin (in owl form) swooped down to harry the dragon in an attempt to keep it from eating poor Marcon, who he had become rather fond of.

SPIT
Action (Help): the owl flutters about the dragon's head and face giving Marcon advantage on his next attack roll against the dragon. 

Seeing that druid is not in the best shape right now Garet repeats his healing ritual but this thime with dry sound and "puffs" it in direction of Reidoth

1 BA Healing Word for 11

His main action is to command Stopit to help other fighting as Spit did 1 or bigger of this this two 14 if i can use Speech of Beast and Leaf

RECHARGE: 6

VENOMFANG
Attack (Bite): 14 vs. AC 12 (Spit); dealing Unable to parse dice roll. piercing damage and Unable to parse dice roll. poison damage on a hit.
Attack (Claw): 9 vs. AC 17 (Vanzaren); dealing 8 slashing damage on a hit.
Attack (Claw): 22 vs. AC 16 (Marcon); dealing 11 slashing damage on a hit. (NOTE: Marcon's rage appllies only half damage (5).

With its poison-generating organs temporarily emptied, the dragon begins to lash out in all directions at host of shape-shifting creatures surrounding it. The dragon snaps out at the owl flitting around it's face and SPIT suddenly see the world go dark as massive, needle-like jaws close around him like an iron maiden. As the teeth pierce into his bodY, the residual poison from the last two attacks lingered in the dragon's mouth, and some of it entered SPIT's body as the dragon dashed him up.

With the pestering bird out of the way, the dragon kicked swiftly backwards towards the giant turtle behind him. The wyrm's claw scraped harmlessly across Vanzaren's hardened shell and the wizard was no worse for wear from the attack.

Finally, the dragon turned back to the focus of his fury: the foolish farmboy in front of him, who for some reason the dragon could not understand, had not yet fled in terror. A knarled claw lashed out, tearing at Marcon's bare chest, drawing three, deep gashes in his flesh from one shoulder to the opposite waist.