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"Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!" Kaemgen hisses, doing his best to hold on with one hand while the other continues to reach of his hammer and tries to strike out at the beast trying to kill him.
Athletics (one handle) 22
WarHammer Attack: 17 Damage: 10 made whether he manages to hold on or not... (Not including rage bonus to damage as I am assuming we've chatted for a round and it dropped...)
--> Small edit to see if it kickstarts the numbers back into gear.
Mr.Dark, rushing through the forest tries to get under Kaemgen. Undoubtedly catching him will help break his fall. Mr.Dark doesn't know enough about physics to know better......he's just hoping he gets lucky as he runs beneath the dragon.
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Xenophone and Mr. Dark rush through the thicket without a thought. Eyes in the sky and mind in the moment, they pushed. With Fuego in the sky, he even struggled to keep up. Regardless of how far the group fell back, they were not willing to leave one of them behind. Even if they could not make it directly below Kaemgen, they weren't letting him out of their sight if they could help it. Then, it happened.
Once his axes handle slipped through his fingers, Kaemgen knew there was nothing else to grasp for. He was falling. And just like that... calm peaceful silence before the rush...
The young white dragon roars fiercely as he's finally freed from McScáth's grip, but not without a thwack to the noggin on his way down. Trying to shake off the headache, they wobble, grumble and snarl. With frustration fueled force, Cryovain bats their large wing span and pushes away, leaving bloodied gusts in their wake.
It was almost deafening, Kaemgen's world. The beasts roar moved further away while the air howled and swirled around, whipping by him as he free fell. It was a mix of pillowed weightlessness, yet strongest sense of gravity pulling him down, hurling him towards the ground. What could have been seconds felt like extended moments as if floating in time, close to a sense of peace.
Mr. Dark ran, clinging to his golden coin, rubbing it for Lady Luck.
Then Kaemgen reaches the forest canopy. He crashes through the highest treetops with leaves and twigs whipping by, slicing already tender flesh. Cracking of branches continue and with a sickening snap, they weren't the only thing that broke on the way down. Arm limp, he loses hold of his hammer in the chaos. Searing pain like fire spreads and overwhelm, threatening all to go dark. He had to be close now... to the ground.
Thud.
Kaemgen
Kaemgen, you feel a sudden opposing force pull your lower half just before falling unconscious.
Tense moments pass. Dark blindly tears through the underbrush, bee-lining it to where Kaemgen disappeared from view. It felt longer than it actually took, but it was hard to miss the hole in the tree canopy and the carnage on the way down. Finally reaching the bottom of it, Mr. Dark finds the mark with the others, one by one, joining him. At the base of a tree there was blood and on the ground lay Kaemgen's warhammer.
Dangling three feet above the ground by his feet is Kaemgen.
Investigation Check
DC13: You discern that Kaemgen's caught in a hunter's snare. DC15: You discern that his warhammer must have hit the ground by a hair before he did, triggering the trap and ensnaring him in it.
Medicine Check
DC10: You identify that Kaemgen's unconscious in critical condition. This check can stabilize him, as can a heal. Though, his arm is fractured and would need to be set before he could use it again with full efficiency. DC13: To successfully set his arm. On a failure it can be attempted again after a rest, but would be harder/more painful. A 1 could risk a complication. A healer(Shrine or Adabra) can do this without risk.
Fuego races towards the falling Kaemgen, carrying Auric’s healing. Reaching him mere feet before he reaches the ground, Fuego releases the healing energy (11 points healing).
Rather than running to Kaemgen himself, Auric moves into the open to get a clear shot at the departing dragon. Though it is likely out of range, he can’t let it get away without a parting salvo.
Wrath of the Dragon (120’ range): Attack: 17 Damage: 14
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Investigation: 11
Medicine: 16
Mr.Dark rushes up, but seeing Fuego releasing healing energy simple stops. If his ally becomes conscious and the risk of death is behind them, well....having him hanging upside down after falling off a dragon is a unique circumstance which should not have its potential comedic value passed upon. Laughter was the best medicine, right? Hmm, how best to shape. Hanging about all day. Lazily hanging there. Nothing better to do. Hammer drop. Fall...drop....trap.... hmm.. His thoughts rippled through his mind in quick succession as he scanned the scene for comedic material.
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Mr.Dark waits for Kaemgen to open his eyes, then says, "We were all SOO worried about you, and here you are just hangin around doin nothing!". Alright, but maybe another, "You were trying to snag the dragon, but just ended up snagging yourself it seems." He looks around for any appreciation, then tried again. "Dropping the hammer really set you up well this time." Hmmm. Off the mark? Maybe one more. "So....how are things with your new friend? Careful meeting strangers, I think he might be baiting you." He looks around, impressed with this one, a big smile, waiting for the inevitable laughter and/or groans.
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Kaemgen blinks. Once, then twice, then multiple times in rapid succession. He sees sunlight, trees and their branches. He feels himself hanging in a most undignified position, something snared around him and holding him aloft. He hears Mr.Dark chatter on about… well, it sounds like he’s talking about him. Making jests at his predicament and position…
Kaemgen laughs. Loudly, deeply, joyfully. It is truly a laugh full of humor and life.
Life… for he still lives.
As his laughter days away, it does take a while, Kaemgen struggles for a moment or two to try to turn and get a hood view at those below him. He fails and gives up, contents yo just hang in this uncomfortable position for the time being…
“I have ridden the white dragon,” Kaemgen says with wonder in his voice. “I have fought the great beast to a draw. I have plummeted through the sky and been gently caught and cradled by the land… I have faced the foe and walked away… well, I will eventually walk away to tell the tale.”
“I do believe the victory was within grasp,” Kaemgen continues, a bit a humor now in his voice. “If only I’d have backup upon the dragons back, I’m sure the day would have been won… But I’m sure you had much to do upon the ground, Mr.Dark. Nobody blames you for playing it safe…”
And yeah, this was starting to get uncomfortable. Whoever had rigged this snare here really knew how to tie a knot. Struggling and groaning and reaching, he’s eventually able to draw one of his hand axes and get to work trying to free himself…
Eventually, after managing to cut himself free and flopping to the ground with a very painful *thud* Kaemgen looks around... "Where's the pups?? And the new one.. the stinky one? But... the pups!"
All joking aside, despite his fractured arm, Kaemgen cuts himself down thanks to adrenaline pumping through his veins and numbing the reality of the pain. Somewhere along the line Mr. Dark would excercise some hidden expertise and successfully set Kaemgen’s limb.
As if on queue when asked, there’d be some rustling and crunching through the bush nearby. Eventually breaking through the shrubbery is a panting Castor with his brother draped over his back. Pollux had his dopey big eyed look with his tongue hanging out, dangling all fours on either side of his ‘steed’. Spotting Kaemgen, he’d start to squirm in excitement. Pollux flails until Castor finally plops himself down on the ground to catch his breath. Boisterous as ever, Pollux tries launching himself to rush forward, only to stumble and collapse in his first steps from his injuries.
Kaemgen crawls over to the wolves and hedges up against them both, leaning a bit against them, sharing the weight and the comfort of the presence of each other. The pack was injured, but they had each others back and would heal...
"Thanks..." Kaemgen says hoarsely to Auric, the appreciation deep in his eyes even if his words couldn't fully express it. Kaemgen then looked around the woods for the others... Moufette was gone, not unexpected... But the others?
"We all here?" he asks weakly. "The dragon is hurt too, but it could always swing back and attack from afar. Much as I don't want to, we should move..."
Mr.Dark shrugs, his attempt at humor missing the mark entirely. "Yeah, you just about had him that time. Either way, moving is probably a good idea." He looks around to get his bearings and starts scouting off in proper direction to lead the group back to town....but looking for the nearest place sheltered from the sky where the group can setup a quick camp and nurse their wounds.
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Kaemgen reluctantly gets to his feet and calls for Castor and Pollux to do the same. He steps up and gently puts a hand on Mr.Darks should. He starts to reply… but then just moves on. He just doesn’t have the effort to waste…
Mr.Dark is accounted for. And Auric. The wolves, of course… “Marblebeard? Xenophon? Have they just not regrouped or…?” Kaemgen didn’t think they fell to the dragon but things were chaotic and part of him couldn’t help but fear the worst.
Giving a long look towards the direction the dragon fled, Auric consults the map to confirm that it still appears to be lairing in the abandoned building to the south.
”The cowardly wyrm tis grievously wounded. Would that we were hale enough to give chase,” says Auric, though he moves off to follow the others to a less exposed position to rest and recover.
While Kaemgen takes the initial breather, Pollux settles and resigns to licking his wounds while Castor licks Kaemgen’s. When coaxed back to their feet, they’d move, albeit a little slow.
With a little help from their map and Mr. Dark scouting a little ahead, they’d be able to reorient themselves back towards the direction of Phandalin. After watching the dragon fly away, Auric was eventually able to confirm that in fact the dragon did not head back to Conyberry, but towards the mountains.
Eventually Mr. Dark would come across a natural rock cut, providing just enough shelter for fit them all, providing cover at their backs.
"Just another one of that snake's puppets..." Kaemgen says, almost wistfully, while on the verge of falling asleep. "Who could he have meant, do you think?"
With his back against the rocks and two wolves each half atop him, Kaemgen wasn't exactly comfortable but his wounds and his exhaustion were winning the argument and he was as close as one can be to sleep without actually doing it. "The dragon said that while we were chatting... up there... in the sky. It was almost a civil chat. Almost... But then his mood changed. Darkened. All a sudden like for no reason I could tell and all but mid sentence he changed demeanors and called me that. 'Just another one of that snake's puppets.'"
Eyes heavy, mind in a fog... "Maybe it's the snake we need worry about... not the dragon?" And he was asleep.
Pondering on his thoughts about Bahamut, Auric knows that the God of Dragon’s goes by many names but never had he heard him referred to as a snake. If anything, it was the opposite considering he held titles such as Justicemaker and the Grand Master of Flowers. There was something telling the Dragonborn that it was not a reference to something divine, but to something, or someone, more untrustworthy or deceitful.
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"Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!" Kaemgen hisses, doing his best to hold on with one hand while the other continues to reach of his hammer and tries to strike out at the beast trying to kill him.
Athletics (one handle) 22
WarHammer Attack: 17 Damage: 10 made whether he manages to hold on or not... (Not including rage bonus to damage as I am assuming we've chatted for a round and it dropped...)
--> Small edit to see if it kickstarts the numbers back into gear.
Kaemgen falls....
Mr.Dark, rushing through the forest tries to get under Kaemgen. Undoubtedly catching him will help break his fall. Mr.Dark doesn't know enough about physics to know better......he's just hoping he gets lucky as he runs beneath the dragon.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
((While I do appreciate the efforts, I believe they have a pretty good flying speed... Unless the dragon was just circling the area...))
Xenophone and Mr. Dark rush through the thicket without a thought. Eyes in the sky and mind in the moment, they pushed. With Fuego in the sky, he even struggled to keep up. Regardless of how far the group fell back, they were not willing to leave one of them behind. Even if they could not make it directly below Kaemgen, they weren't letting him out of their sight if they could help it. Then, it happened.
Once his axes handle slipped through his fingers, Kaemgen knew there was nothing else to grasp for. He was falling. And just like that... calm peaceful silence before the rush...
The young white dragon roars fiercely as he's finally freed from McScáth's grip, but not without a thwack to the noggin on his way down. Trying to shake off the headache, they wobble, grumble and snarl. With frustration fueled force, Cryovain bats their large wing span and pushes away, leaving bloodied gusts in their wake.
It was almost deafening, Kaemgen's world. The beasts roar moved further away while the air howled and swirled around, whipping by him as he free fell. It was a mix of pillowed weightlessness, yet strongest sense of gravity pulling him down, hurling him towards the ground. What could have been seconds felt like extended moments as if floating in time, close to a sense of peace.
Mr. Dark ran, clinging to his golden coin, rubbing it for Lady Luck.
Then Kaemgen reaches the forest canopy. He crashes through the highest treetops with leaves and twigs whipping by, slicing already tender flesh. Cracking of branches continue and with a sickening snap, they weren't the only thing that broke on the way down. Arm limp, he loses hold of his hammer in the chaos. Searing pain like fire spreads and overwhelm, threatening all to go dark. He had to be close now... to the ground.
Thud.
Kaemgen
Kaemgen, you feel a sudden opposing force pull your lower half just before falling unconscious.
Tense moments pass. Dark blindly tears through the underbrush, bee-lining it to where Kaemgen disappeared from view. It felt longer than it actually took, but it was hard to miss the hole in the tree canopy and the carnage on the way down. Finally reaching the bottom of it, Mr. Dark finds the mark with the others, one by one, joining him. At the base of a tree there was blood and on the ground lay Kaemgen's warhammer.
Dangling three feet above the ground by his feet is Kaemgen.
Investigation Check
DC13: You discern that Kaemgen's caught in a hunter's snare.
DC15: You discern that his warhammer must have hit the ground by a hair before he did, triggering the trap and ensnaring him in it.
Medicine Check
DC10: You identify that Kaemgen's unconscious in critical condition. This check can stabilize him, as can a heal. Though, his arm is fractured and would need to be set before he could use it again with full efficiency.
DC13: To successfully set his arm. On a failure it can be attempted again after a rest, but would be harder/more painful. A 1 could risk a complication. A healer(Shrine or Adabra) can do this without risk.
just an unstable unicorn.
Auric:
Fuego races towards the falling Kaemgen, carrying Auric’s healing. Reaching him mere feet before he reaches the ground, Fuego releases the healing energy (11 points healing).
Rather than running to Kaemgen himself, Auric moves into the open to get a clear shot at the departing dragon. Though it is likely out of range, he can’t let it get away without a parting salvo.
Wrath of the Dragon (120’ range): Attack: 17 Damage: 14
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Investigation: 11
Medicine: 16
Mr.Dark rushes up, but seeing Fuego releasing healing energy simple stops. If his ally becomes conscious and the risk of death is behind them, well....having him hanging upside down after falling off a dragon is a unique circumstance which should not have its potential comedic value passed upon. Laughter was the best medicine, right? Hmm, how best to shape. Hanging about all day. Lazily hanging there. Nothing better to do. Hammer drop. Fall...drop....trap.... hmm.. His thoughts rippled through his mind in quick succession as he scanned the scene for comedic material.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Mr.Dark waits for Kaemgen to open his eyes, then says, "We were all SOO worried about you, and here you are just hangin around doin nothing!". Alright, but maybe another, "You were trying to snag the dragon, but just ended up snagging yourself it seems." He looks around for any appreciation, then tried again. "Dropping the hammer really set you up well this time." Hmmm. Off the mark? Maybe one more. "So....how are things with your new friend? Careful meeting strangers, I think he might be baiting you." He looks around, impressed with this one, a big smile, waiting for the inevitable laughter and/or groans.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Kaemgen blinks. Once, then twice, then multiple times in rapid succession. He sees sunlight, trees and their branches. He feels himself hanging in a most undignified position, something snared around him and holding him aloft. He hears Mr.Dark chatter on about… well, it sounds like he’s talking about him. Making jests at his predicament and position…
Kaemgen laughs. Loudly, deeply, joyfully. It is truly a laugh full of humor and life.
Life… for he still lives.
As his laughter days away, it does take a while, Kaemgen struggles for a moment or two to try to turn and get a hood view at those below him. He fails and gives up, contents yo just hang in this uncomfortable position for the time being…
“I have ridden the white dragon,” Kaemgen says with wonder in his voice. “I have fought the great beast to a draw. I have plummeted through the sky and been gently caught and cradled by the land… I have faced the foe and walked away… well, I will eventually walk away to tell the tale.”
“I do believe the victory was within grasp,” Kaemgen continues, a bit a humor now in his voice. “If only I’d have backup upon the dragons back, I’m sure the day would have been won… But I’m sure you had much to do upon the ground, Mr.Dark. Nobody blames you for playing it safe…”
And yeah, this was starting to get uncomfortable. Whoever had rigged this snare here really knew how to tie a knot. Struggling and groaning and reaching, he’s eventually able to draw one of his hand axes and get to work trying to free himself…
Eventually, after managing to cut himself free and flopping to the ground with a very painful *thud* Kaemgen looks around... "Where's the pups?? And the new one.. the stinky one? But... the pups!"
All joking aside, despite his fractured arm, Kaemgen cuts himself down thanks to adrenaline pumping through his veins and numbing the reality of the pain. Somewhere along the line Mr. Dark would excercise some hidden expertise and successfully set Kaemgen’s limb.
As if on queue when asked, there’d be some rustling and crunching through the bush nearby. Eventually breaking through the shrubbery is a panting Castor with his brother draped over his back. Pollux had his dopey big eyed look with his tongue hanging out, dangling all fours on either side of his ‘steed’. Spotting Kaemgen, he’d start to squirm in excitement. Pollux flails until Castor finally plops himself down on the ground to catch his breath. Boisterous as ever, Pollux tries launching himself to rush forward, only to stumble and collapse in his first steps from his injuries.
Moufette was no where to be found.
just an unstable unicorn.
Auric:
Wordlessly moving over to the others after his failed parting salvo at the dragon, Auric sees Pollux fall and sends Fuego over to provide aid.
Cure Wounds: 16
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Kaemgen crawls over to the wolves and hedges up against them both, leaning a bit against them, sharing the weight and the comfort of the presence of each other. The pack was injured, but they had each others back and would heal...
"Thanks..." Kaemgen says hoarsely to Auric, the appreciation deep in his eyes even if his words couldn't fully express it. Kaemgen then looked around the woods for the others... Moufette was gone, not unexpected... But the others?
"We all here?" he asks weakly. "The dragon is hurt too, but it could always swing back and attack from afar. Much as I don't want to, we should move..."
Mr.Dark shrugs, his attempt at humor missing the mark entirely. "Yeah, you just about had him that time. Either way, moving is probably a good idea." He looks around to get his bearings and starts scouting off in proper direction to lead the group back to town....but looking for the nearest place sheltered from the sky where the group can setup a quick camp and nurse their wounds.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Kaemgen reluctantly gets to his feet and calls for Castor and Pollux to do the same. He steps up and gently puts a hand on Mr.Darks should. He starts to reply… but then just moves on. He just doesn’t have the effort to waste…
Mr.Dark is accounted for. And Auric. The wolves, of course… “Marblebeard? Xenophon? Have they just not regrouped or…?” Kaemgen didn’t think they fell to the dragon but things were chaotic and part of him couldn’t help but fear the worst.
Auric:
Giving a long look towards the direction the dragon fled, Auric consults the map to confirm that it still appears to be lairing in the abandoned building to the south.
”The cowardly wyrm tis grievously wounded. Would that we were hale enough to give chase,” says Auric, though he moves off to follow the others to a less exposed position to rest and recover.
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
While Kaemgen takes the initial breather, Pollux settles and resigns to licking his wounds while Castor licks Kaemgen’s. When coaxed back to their feet, they’d move, albeit a little slow.
With a little help from their map and Mr. Dark scouting a little ahead, they’d be able to reorient themselves back towards the direction of Phandalin. After watching the dragon fly away, Auric was eventually able to confirm that in fact the dragon did not head back to Conyberry, but towards the mountains.
Eventually Mr. Dark would come across a natural rock cut, providing just enough shelter for fit them all, providing cover at their backs.
just an unstable unicorn.
"Just another one of that snake's puppets..." Kaemgen says, almost wistfully, while on the verge of falling asleep. "Who could he have meant, do you think?"
With his back against the rocks and two wolves each half atop him, Kaemgen wasn't exactly comfortable but his wounds and his exhaustion were winning the argument and he was as close as one can be to sleep without actually doing it. "The dragon said that while we were chatting... up there... in the sky. It was almost a civil chat. Almost... But then his mood changed. Darkened. All a sudden like for no reason I could tell and all but mid sentence he changed demeanors and called me that. 'Just another one of that snake's puppets.'"
Eyes heavy, mind in a fog... "Maybe it's the snake we need worry about... not the dragon?" And he was asleep.
Auric:
“Mayhaps Cryovain made slanderous reference to Bahamut, god of sacred dragons,” surmises Auric, considering Kaemgen’s words.
Religion: 6
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Pondering on his thoughts about Bahamut, Auric knows that the God of Dragon’s goes by many names but never had he heard him referred to as a snake. If anything, it was the opposite considering he held titles such as Justicemaker and the Grand Master of Flowers. There was something telling the Dragonborn that it was not a reference to something divine, but to something, or someone, more untrustworthy or deceitful.
just an unstable unicorn.