"Der are conflicting stories of dee history of Firetop Mountain. One is dat a dragon inhabited dee mountain, was pushed out by dee dwarves, and den came Zagors kin. Another reverses did, dee dwarves mined dee mountain, and dee riches attracted a dragon. In did case, dee dragon was either subdued or in a dormant state but is now freed."
"Are we planning on doing something about that?" Banzo will point off into the distance, towards the mountain and roaring dragon, the noises of battle punctuating his statement.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Enwynn nods in agreement, looks towards the dragon and says "One must survive history to write about it. That looks pretty historical to me..."even as her feet begin to change to something faster than elven ones.
The druidess twists and shifts into a heftier equine form, a light chestnut-coloured mare with darker black mane and tail, and hooves the size of banqueting plates. There is a moment of unsteadiness as Enwynn adjusts to four feet on the ground, then the destrier darts after the rest of the party, rapidly gaining speed.
OOC: After careful checking, War Horse is CR 1/2 and Deer are CR 0 (They have a Flee without invoking attacks of opportunity trick that puts their CR up.) so while Enwynn can't turn into a Deer until Level 8, a Warhorse is possible right now. Thank you for the info, dndpro100.
Tannin looks sideways at the heroes rushing onwards, shakes his head, "We fall, together." he says in draconic. then follows flying low to the ground, to stay out of view.
Tannin and Tzedaka sweep forward on wings angelic and leathery, Banzo clings precariously to the back of a horse that was recently an elf and Herman runs effortlessly across the rough ground, slightly behind but almost keeping pace with the equine.
As the group approaches Firetop from the south the scent of burning wood and charred flesh hangs in the air, a miasma of grey smoke hangs about the base of the mountain, faint cries echo from ahead as well as a deep bone shaking thrumming through the rocks themselves.
Charred war and transport wagons are thrown about, their timbers scattered across the burned open ground that was once woodland but now is just open burned stubble......to the right can be seen a mass of vague forms, but smoke haze hangs thickly ahead obscuring almost everything.........
Tzedaka will try to identify the two different Dwarven command units/ tents of the different factions, and figure out what the dragon is doing (Is it defending the mountain or attacking?)
At the moment all seems to be quiet and Tzedaka can see no sign of the fire-drake............trying to peer through the smoke beyond the smashed and tossed wagons she believes she can make out three seperate groups of short squat humanoid figures standing warily in rough formation....the smoke overhead blot out the sky....
Banzo will dismount when appropriate and seeing the tossed and smashed wagons move to take cover behind the biggest one remaining.
"I can't see anything, there's too much smoke! Looks like some groups of survivors ahead but the dragon could still be about somewhere!"
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Tzedaka looks at Tannin, "I'm vill head down to dee group of dwarves." She utters several words in celestial, then the area around her lights up like a huge orb of holy light (Light cantrip). Slowly, the angelic woman decends, making it clear by her aura that she is not a dragon. (Hail, brave dwarves: She calls down in Dwarvish).
Herman goes into a trance of sorts casting his mind about for the dragon, Tannin swoops low and almost catches a crossbow bolt as a frightened dwarf mistakes him for another flying draconic form.....he notes three seperate but adjacent battalions of dwarves, many of whom are injured or blackened.....
Banzo moves up to find cover behind a crushed war wagon coming face to face with the mangled corpse of its driver pinned within the wreckage, Ennwyn-Horse trots up behind him and kneels awkwardly.
Tzedakas light display ellicits another errant crossbow bolt which goes very wide as she descends through the thick smoke she sees a few hundred or so dwarves before her.
On her right are the polished bronze and steel armoured forms of the Dwarves of Stonebridge their shields carrying the image of a stone warhammer surrounded by a wreath of Redweed. An elderly dwarf stands before them armed with the same hammer and dressed in gold and silver armour and a great shield, parts of her overlayed memories tell her this is Gillibran Ironhelm the III.
Directly before her is a somewhat smaller force within are the grey and silver maille clad dwarves of Mirewater, wielding black iron crossbows and unkempt black cloaks. Before them stands a wide black bearded dwarf with an unfriendly expression, again she recalls this to be Lord Tharri ' Rancibrawn' Ugenther.
To her right is a rather unruly force of rough looking dwarves, judging from their shields a conglomeration of Clan Tornhelm and Clan Battleaxe, though the later seem to be dressed more like Herman than like their fellows. A number of Dwarves in ancient looking plate armour ( familiar to those who delved into the dwarven ruins) stand in formation behind a broadshouldered female dwarf whose shield bears the twin symbols of Throff and The Shadow King.
King Ironhelm looks up at her words, " I don't remember asking for any divine intervention? And our Mothers servants are usually a little stonier in nature."
" Careful with that light, the drake is about somewhere....."
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"Why would they disturb, My kin?"
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Reminder for myself. Work together or fail apart. Talk with each other when necessary. Describe how, where, if, your character moved.
The sign on the trail ahead reads "DONT FEED THE DRAGON!" "Working Together" Follow this link please
"Der are conflicting stories of dee history of Firetop Mountain. One is dat a dragon inhabited dee mountain, was pushed out by dee dwarves, and den came Zagors kin. Another reverses did, dee dwarves mined dee mountain, and dee riches attracted a dragon. In did case, dee dragon was either subdued or in a dormant state but is now freed."
Sounds of distant explosions and battle began to filter towards the Heroes....
"Are we planning on doing something about that?" Banzo will point off into the distance, towards the mountain and roaring dragon, the noises of battle punctuating his statement.
"sure, actually I think wwe must also rush!!!"
and he strarts running
Tzedaka follows the brave barbarian Herman into the Frey
Banzo hustles after the pair.
Enwynn nods in agreement, looks towards the dragon and says "One must survive history to write about it. That looks pretty historical to me..." even as her feet begin to change to something faster than elven ones.
The druidess twists and shifts into a heftier equine form, a light chestnut-coloured mare with darker black mane and tail, and hooves the size of banqueting plates. There is a moment of unsteadiness as Enwynn adjusts to four feet on the ground, then the destrier darts after the rest of the party, rapidly gaining speed.
OOC: Anyone need a lift?
ooc: likely the fastest animal is the horse (60 feet of move)
OOC: After careful checking, War Horse is CR 1/2 and Deer are CR 0 (They have a Flee without invoking attacks of opportunity trick that puts their CR up.) so while Enwynn can't turn into a Deer until Level 8, a Warhorse is possible right now. Thank you for the info, dndpro100.
Tannin looks sideways at the heroes rushing onwards, shakes his head, "We fall, together." he says in draconic. then follows flying low to the ground, to stay out of view.
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Reminder for myself. Work together or fail apart. Talk with each other when necessary. Describe how, where, if, your character moved.
The sign on the trail ahead reads "DONT FEED THE DRAGON!" "Working Together" Follow this link please
Tannin and Tzedaka sweep forward on wings angelic and leathery, Banzo clings precariously to the back of a horse that was recently an elf and Herman runs effortlessly across the rough ground, slightly behind but almost keeping pace with the equine.
As the group approaches Firetop from the south the scent of burning wood and charred flesh hangs in the air, a miasma of grey smoke hangs about the base of the mountain, faint cries echo from ahead as well as a deep bone shaking thrumming through the rocks themselves.
Charred war and transport wagons are thrown about, their timbers scattered across the burned open ground that was once woodland but now is just open burned stubble......to the right can be seen a mass of vague forms, but smoke haze hangs thickly ahead obscuring almost everything.........
Tzedaka will try to identify the two different Dwarven command units/ tents of the different factions, and figure out what the dragon is doing (Is it defending the mountain or attacking?)
At the moment all seems to be quiet and Tzedaka can see no sign of the fire-drake............trying to peer through the smoke beyond the smashed and tossed wagons she believes she can make out three seperate groups of short squat humanoid figures standing warily in rough formation....the smoke overhead blot out the sky....
Herman pants after the others and eventually arrives close to them.
Being a human with a normal sight, he cannot make out anything clearly but then he remembers something...the ring!
even if he is not really quite sure how it works, he starts to touch the ring, asking innerly
sooo...where are thou?
The barbarian falls in a state similar to a trance and, even if his eyes are open, he seems he is not really looking at anything
ooc: with the ring of true sight, Herman can cast the spell SCRYING, of course looking for the dragon , who must make a wis save with a +5 bonus.
maybe this action will be useless, as the spell casting takes 10 minutes, still...it is worth a try
Tzedaka relates what she can see to Tannin so he can telepathically tell those on the ground.
Tannin does a flyby within 30ft to relay
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Reminder for myself. Work together or fail apart. Talk with each other when necessary. Describe how, where, if, your character moved.
The sign on the trail ahead reads "DONT FEED THE DRAGON!" "Working Together" Follow this link please
Banzo will dismount when appropriate and seeing the tossed and smashed wagons move to take cover behind the biggest one remaining.
"I can't see anything, there's too much smoke! Looks like some groups of survivors ahead but the dragon could still be about somewhere!"
Tzedaka looks at Tannin, "I'm vill head down to dee group of dwarves."
She utters several words in celestial, then the area around her lights up like a huge orb of holy light (Light cantrip).
Slowly, the angelic woman decends, making it clear by her aura that she is not a dragon. (Hail, brave dwarves: She calls down in Dwarvish).
Herman goes into a trance of sorts casting his mind about for the dragon, Tannin swoops low and almost catches a crossbow bolt as a frightened dwarf mistakes him for another flying draconic form.....he notes three seperate but adjacent battalions of dwarves, many of whom are injured or blackened.....
Banzo moves up to find cover behind a crushed war wagon coming face to face with the mangled corpse of its driver pinned within the wreckage, Ennwyn-Horse trots up behind him and kneels awkwardly.
Tzedakas light display ellicits another errant crossbow bolt which goes very wide as she descends through the thick smoke she sees a few hundred or so dwarves before her.
On her right are the polished bronze and steel armoured forms of the Dwarves of Stonebridge their shields carrying the image of a stone warhammer surrounded by a wreath of Redweed. An elderly dwarf stands before them armed with the same hammer and dressed in gold and silver armour and a great shield, parts of her overlayed memories tell her this is Gillibran Ironhelm the III.
Directly before her is a somewhat smaller force within are the grey and silver maille clad dwarves of Mirewater, wielding black iron crossbows and unkempt black cloaks. Before them stands a wide black bearded dwarf with an unfriendly expression, again she recalls this to be Lord Tharri ' Rancibrawn' Ugenther.
To her right is a rather unruly force of rough looking dwarves, judging from their shields a conglomeration of Clan Tornhelm and Clan Battleaxe, though the later seem to be dressed more like Herman than like their fellows. A number of Dwarves in ancient looking plate armour ( familiar to those who delved into the dwarven ruins) stand in formation behind a broadshouldered female dwarf whose shield bears the twin symbols of Throff and The Shadow King.
King Ironhelm looks up at her words, " I don't remember asking for any divine intervention? And our Mothers servants are usually a little stonier in nature."
" Careful with that light, the drake is about somewhere....."