Aimon looks at the device on the dragon.

"If I had to guess, that's the restraining device that prevents her from taking off. It will be controlled by the nodes," Aimon says to the others. "I don't think we've got much time, looks like she's getting ready to take off again."

Aimon takes a deep breath, hopes the dragon has used up most of her fiery breath in lighting the forge, and moves closer.

"Greetings noble Themberchuard," Aimon calls up to dragon, bowing as he does so. "Might we have a word with your graciousness? I believe we might have intertwined mutual interests that it would be of benefit to discuss."

"Can I look now?" She stops covering her eyes
"Aaaahh I can see no..." She  then sees the giant dragon and started to shake "ok Frila don´t show you are scared, try not to show you are scared, but don´t say anything else, better to leave the talk with the rest of the group" with her eyes still ajusting to the darkness again

As Aimon calls out to the dragon, she looks down upon his groveling from, and a sneer of arrogance splits her draconic face. She lowers her massive head down near Aimon. She looks large enough to eat a horse in one bite, and the heat of a blast furnace emanates from her. A shimmer of heat distortion twists the air around. You feel your clothes and skin crispen as she exhales softly upon you. Seeing you squirm, she raises her head and laughs, the sound of her mirth echoing thunderously. She looks back down upon you with a cruel glint of humor in her reptilian eyes. She says, "Oh? And what might you tell me?" When she speaks, you can see a blazing light radiating from the back of her throat. Her voice is deep and resonant with a distinctive feminine quality despite its power; you can feel her rattles your bones and vibrate the within the space of your lungs.

Seeing this happen, the Druergar around you begin to hustle away as it they picked up on a hidden clue. Soon, who remains is Themberchuard.

Caelynn steps up next to Aimon, bowing respectfully to Themberchuard before she speaks. "Is there somewhere slightly less open we could speak? We would be honored to share this information with you, however, we humbly request to do so away from prying ears."

Persuasion: 14

((So close. The DC was 15))

Themberchuard turns her gaze upon Caelynn, and for a moment, she feels insignificant when compared to this majestic beast of passion and flame. She says, "I see no one around us, so why don't you tell me now." Looking around, you see her words are true; you can currently see no Druergar. They all fled as soon as Themberchuard began to chuckle.

Aimon points at the silver medallion with the purple jewel hanging around Themberchuard's neck.

"I think what we want to talk about might have something to do with that medallion hanging around your neck. Do you remember how it got there?" Aimon asks. "If you move too close to the edge of the city, does it do anything? Can you feel it?"

You see a slight look of confusion come across her draconic features. She says, "I don't know wha-"

The gem suddenly flashes, and you see Themberchuard flinch as her face slackens in mindless stupor for a split second. Her blank expression only lasts for a moment, however, as her stunned mind suddenly fills with choleric rage. She bellows thunderously, hot saliva spraying across you, "You DARE insult me?! Insignificant FOOL!!! You will BURN before your QUEEN!!!" With that, she rears back for a moment, and an inferno hotter than the Hells erupts from her mouth and engulfs the party with its searing heat.

Just before he is engulfed, Aimon hears Dawnbringer shout out, "NOOO!!!" A golden light bursts out from the sword, and everyone feels something peaceful enter into them just before the flames strike them.

With an ear-shattering roar, Themberchuard takes to the wing and flies away, her roar echoing through the cavern.

Everyone needs to make a DC 21 dexterity saving throw or take 56 fire damage. You take half damage on a successful saving throw.

((Note: You won't die even if you take the full amount because of what Dawnbringer did, but we'll deal with that later. Also, the book said this would happen if that line of questioning happened, so I promise I'm not trying to wipe you guys out.))

Aimon starts to think this might have been a mistake when he sees Themberchuard rear back and the flames erupt from her mouth.

"Ah crap," Aimon says as he dives to the side, hoping against all that's reasonable that he can avoid the brunt of this flame.

(Dex Save: 20  )

Oak suddenly sees what’s happening and tries to dodge the worst of the blast!!...

Oak’s DEX save (adv from Danger Sense): 11 

((Oak is down))

Dex save: 25

Caelynn’s training kicks in and she manages to duck and roll just in time, avoiding the brunt of the blast. She turns in horror to see at least two of her friends completely engulfed by the flames, but is too focused on not dying herself to do anything about it.

Frila tries to jump to behind a house to avoid facing the full blast
"Great, i get my neck almost blown up, almost deaf, almost blind and now almost burned why does this keeps happening to me? I only want gold"
She is able to get a piece of wood on the floor to protect herself but both her and the piece burn

Dex save: 6

Dex Save: 21

Trill cowers behind Oak.

Jimjar saving throw: 11

Topsy saving throw: 5

Eldeth saving throw: 4

Stool saving throw: 12

Only Caelynn and Trill manage to dodge the worst of the cauteric inferno unleashed upon them, but they too are engulfed in the flames. Searing pain courses through your bodies as you watch your flesh blacken and crumble before your eyes, but a golden light erupts from your chest, and you feel your body regenerate before unconsciousness takes you.

Caelynn and Trill find themselves upon a patch is smoldering, blackened stone that stretches nearly 50 feet. The rock itself smokes and swimmers with intense heat, and you can see some parts of the rock are actually molten while others glow a cherry red. You see your companions sprawled across the stone, but surprisingly, they aren't crispy corpses. You can see that they are burned in a few places and their clothing is scorched, but they seem relatively fine. A few Druergar peek their heads out of the windows timidly to see what happened.

((Is anyone down? Or did Dawnbringer pull everyone back up?))

From behind the smoking pile of Oak, Trill tries to get a sense if another blast is coming... she can heal her friends, but it will take time to get all of them, and if the dragon is going to attack again...

Insight: 11

Not exercising nearly as much caution as Trill, Caelynn rushes forward to whoever is nearest her - probably Aimon - and frantically feels for a pulse. As soon as she finds one, she casts cure wounds, silently begging that he'll wake up.

((5 hp))

Aimon sits upright and looks at Caeylnn for a moment, wondering what on earth is going on. Then it all comes back to him. He looks around at the charred, smoking mess and just shakes his head. But then a big smile fills his face.

"Well that's not something you want to do every day," he says as he gets to his feet.

He then reaches out to Dawnbringer with his mind. Thanks, I think we all owe you big for whatever you just did.

Aimon sees Trill looking over at the dragon and decides to keep his mouth shut for now. Last time didn't go so well. But if it looks like the dragon is ready to blow fire again, Aimon will scoop up whomever is nearby and make a run for it. Otherwise he makes sure the others are stabilized.

(Insight - getting a read on the dragon - 10  )

Before Aimon can do much else, Caelynn wraps him in a bone-crushing hug. "I thought this was like last time," she mutters into his shoulder. After a moment, she pulls away and crouches down next to Oak to check on him as well.

((Cure wounds for 8 hp))

Aimon laughs at Caelynn's hug, wincing a little at the strength behind it, but doesn't end it before she does. 

"Takes more than a fired up dragon to take us out."