Lost Mine of Phandelver

Thick, dark liquid began to pour over Marcon's transformed hands as the dragon's blood began to spew forth!

Vanzaren does his best to help Ronk.

((Giving Ronk the Help action))

Reidoth the mammoth again thrusts his tusks at the large green dragon in an attempt to further the bleeding damage caused by Marcon's claws.

Attack (Gore): 22 vs. AC 18; dealing 25 piercing damage on a hit.

The ivory spears find their mark this time, each one burying itself at least a foot deep in the dragon's neck! A pool of dark green blood has started to form under the dragon, and Marcon is nearly covered in it from the waist down.

"Attack tiger! Attack now, you lazy coward! Or I shall myself become a pile of rot grubs and eat your innards for my lunch!" screams the mammoth, in a much deeper and louder version of the druid's voice.

Charisma (Intimidation): 14 vs. DC 5 (Stopit)

Reluctantly, the saber-toothed tiger, scaled the sheer rock wall of the tower, and peeked over the side. "Now!!" bellowed the mammoth, followed by an angry trumpet. In that moment, the goblin brain inside the tiger was more scared of the mammoth than it was of the dragon, and so STOPIT lept over the wall and plummetted towards the dragon!

FALLING DAMAGE:
STOPIT: 1.25
VENOMFANG: 1
(OOC: ingnore the above rolls, I divided when I should have multiplied)

FALLING DAMAGE:
STOPIT: 15
VENOMFANG: 15

The massive cat fell ungracefully down the forty-foot shaft, landing hard on the dragon's back, but managed to avoid smashing poor Rigel into worm bits. As always happens, by if some cosmic mystery that pervades the multi-verse, the cat lands feet first, but more importantly - teeth first...which slammed into the dragon like a pair of assassin's daggers.

Ronk the Snake sees that Vanzaren the Turtle has given him an opening and lunges in with fangs bared once more!

Bite: 18; Damage on hit: 6

Dragon's CON save in case of a hit: 18

D100 in case of CON save fail: 25

The dragon's arrogance had quickly turned to panic. Venomfang let out a fearsome roar as Ronk's fangs sunk deep into the wyrm's claw and his eyes went side with fear as the woodland animals pressed in around him as a barely-alive human clung from his neck preventing him from taking flight to escape!

Rigel the grub tenaciously tries again.

Attack: 1 Grubs implanted: 4

From his perch in the tree outside, SPIT heard the dragon wail in agony after he saw STOPIT go over the 40-foot high wall of the keep. Though he was still greviously injured, the shape-shifted goblin was suddenly curious, and took flight towards the large cylindrical opening.

Looking down, he saw a large turtle tugging at one of the wyrm's back legs while Marcon swung violently from side to side as the dragon thrashed it's head about, spraying dark green blood all over the interior of the small tower. STOPIT was lying on the ground next to the dragon, his orange and black-striped coat half-covered in the dragon's coagulating lifeforce. A small cluster of hideous-looking worms roiled on the dragon's back trying to find a point of entry...

Despite every sense telling him to do otherwise, the giant owl dived at the dragon's face once again, claws out...

SPIT
Action (Help) - Garet

Garet looks at mighty but really bruised dragon. Memory of battle stories told by his father pushes him to make another attack. But would the druids appreciate that? 

Garet holds his action which is "help" And shouts "Go back to your kind dragon. Stop hunting this place! Only death will await you here!"

If dragon agrees Garet will help him to escape

RECHARGE: 6

Fear permeates the dragon's mortal being...it hears Garet's command, but only the sound of the firbolg's words; the meaning escapes notice. Knowing it has but one chance left to escape alive, the young green dragon draws perhaps it's last breath and makes a final attempt to rid itself of the pesky farmboy's grasp:

VENOMFANG: Attack (Poison Breath)
Constitution Save (Marcon): 20 vs. DC 14;
Constitution Save (Reidoth): 7 vs. DC 14;
Each target takes 41 poison damage on a failed save or half damage (20) on a success.

Marcon's grip loosens from the dragon as he falls to the ground unconscious. The dragon lets out a terrible roar, spreads its wings and launches itself towards the opening at the top of the tower!

(OOC: everyone except Marcon and Rigel can make one Attack of Opportunity against the dragon as it leaves their reach.)

Ronk bites again as the dragon starts to leave.

Bite attack: 13 Damage on hit - 7

CON save for dragon 15

d100 in case of failed CON save: 96

Rigel feels the giant body beneath him lurch as the dragon expels it toxic breath and prepares for flight. Not wanting to end up miles away Rigel attempts one last bite before wiggling and rolling his way off the dragons back. 

Attack: 14 Grubs: 1

STOPIT was terrified after witnessing the hemmoraging dragon expel Marcon onto the floor with a blast of poison. He watched in awe as the wyrm spead its wings to gather a large air mass beneath them as it prepared to take flight. And then something resonated in his core...was it anger? Courage? A feeling of...responsibility to...act? Yes, that was it...some innate call to action...as the dragon thrust its wings downward and began moving towards the hole at the top of the roofless tower, STOPIT lept upwards, razor-sharp claws beared and swiped at the dragon's soft underbelly!

Reaction (AO): 21 vs. AC 18 (Venomfang); dealing 12 slashing damage on a hit.

The shape-shifted goblin snagged the tip of a claw into the supple flesh of the dragon's belly and with all his force launched himself forward, tearing an opening in the wyrm's abdomen that was nearly 8 feet in length!

Venomfang let out a terrible roar as his innards fell out of his body and spalshed down onto cold stone floor below...

(END OF INITIATIVE)

THE PARTY HAS ACHIEVED LEVEL 5!!

CONGRATULATIONS!!

The large mammoth began to morph back into the form of a human, as did the others who were still in their animal shapes. A moment later, the druid limped over and put a hand on the lifeless body of Marcon and uttered a quiet and indistinguishable incantation. His hand began to glow as healing energy streamed into the unconscious body of the young farmboy

Cast (cure wounds) using 5th-level spell slot, healing Marcon for 32 hit points.

Vanzaren seems a bit shell shocked. "We... just killed a dragon..."

 Bit by bit over the course of seconds corroded and pot marked flesh knits and heals until only the most severe sections retain any scars. Twice had his midsection for the most part bore the brunt of the dragon's blast. And now from stomach to chest to neck and even chin, cheek, and ear -- the last three being from some instinctive attempt to shield the face -- yet remained red and pot marked in some places, or lighter in tone than surrounding tissues.

An overall new addition to the number of other scars from past fights. Once the magic finishes restoring what it can, only then would Marcon's hands truly return to normal... ish. The nails were still a fair bit more sharper than normal, and a few patches of black scales remain present throughout the rest of his body. Marcon awoke coughing up blood and looking about wildly until his eyes finally fell on the dragon.

".... Told... you..." He stated with a triumphant grin, and then closed his eyes with a tired sigh. If given another minute to get back his bearings, Marcon would eventually look to Rediroth and nod his thanks to the man, before then looking to the rest.

(@DM: Took some liberties regarding lingering scars after the fight. But, if you would rule the magic would heal that all up to, that's fine. Partially doing it for cosmetic effect.)

Level Up Stuff:

Garet looks at the body of the dragon "I am n..not sure if this m.makes us h..heroes or m..monsters"

Ronk stretches as he gets used to his bugbear body again, working his jaw with a mild look of disgust on his face.

"I can still taste dragon..."

Rigel appears from behind the dragon carcass. He coughs a bit as he pats the dust from his chest and arms. "Oh man was that hide thick. I just couldn't seem to get underneath it. Well done everyone! How did everyone fare?"