Kava'sfirst strike is dodge with a swift duck from the cultist (C7), but this sets the dragonborn up with a strike to the cultists face; blood streaming down their nose.
Jack'sbolt once again plants itself into the hood of the cultist (A5) and they slump forward and remain still.
The cultist is surrounded and swings wildly with their blade!
Random Target - 1d6 1-2 - Velsa 3-4 - Toh 5-6 - Kava Roll - 6
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And like the rest, Opheliasends the cultist (C7)up in flames and they slumps to the ground, charred and remaining still.
As the last cultist goes down, you waste no time to head back to the keep to inform the castellan the state of stored resources are sound and well... or you would all hope, as a roar is heard in the distance, but you can all see the large creature coasting over the town with the odd fleck of lightning.
{Out of Initiative}
As you make it to the side gate to be let in you hear the loading of crossbows as the soldiers cry, "Halt! There is another - she with you or a prisoner?"
Velsapipes up before anyone can; arms raised just after she throws her weapons on the floor in front of her, "Prisoner. I am turning myself in." She gives Kavaa look.
Kava:
Insight check - 15 You get a reassuring glance from Velsa; this was her decision and you feel she has made it with the possible consequences in mind.
The gate is opened, but armed guards seize Velsaand she is ahead and you all given space to enter, quickly and one at a time.
Inside the keep things have somewhat settled; soldiers have had their numbers increase, some civilians have taken up arms and their own equipment, you even see and hear a soldier arguing with some who wish to turn the tide of the raid themselves. However, the bustle quietens bit by bit aa the ominous beating of wings comes closer and closer...
Everyone's attentions turns to the sky in dread, but fears are realised as lightning bursts across the sky over the keep. Cries erupt from all over but are topped by the sound of one of the keep's watchtowers, as the oppressively huge dragon lands treating the building as if it were made of shingle. Panic sparks across the keep; some cower as terror grips them, commands are yelled for civilians to get shelter, arrows and bolts are fired both out of manic reflex and in wild bravery.
The dragon shrugs off any missiles that manage to land a hit. It takes a deep inhale, dull snaps and pops are heard as energy begins to glow from beneath its breast... but then it exhales through its nostrils looking down. Despite its very inhuman face, all can recognise a relishing smile upon its face...
Ophelia stares at the toothy grin, and is almost tempted to approach, but remembers advice given to her previously. She darts behind something sturdy to find cover, before sticking her head out to observe the dragon.
The dragon's gaze lands on Tohas he advances, its face remains and takes no reaction. Its eyes sweep across the keep, watching most of the civilians and soldiers seek shelter and allowing a thick silence to settle before letting out a booming voice addresses the keep in Common, "People of Greenest! This has been a most successful night, and I am feeling generous. I see this pitiful gathering of stone and wood you call to a keep is to protect yourselves and loved ones, but I assure it is nothing more than pebble and twig. Send out your best warrior to fight my champion and I will spare your lives. I will grant you a moment to decide..."
As the dragon's words come to an end, a figure launches itself from the dragon, landing in a clearing of stunned soldiers and townsfolk; roughly twenty feet away between the dragon and the group. Although it is shaped roughly like a human, it is at least seven feet tall; its skin is covered in blue scales, its fingers bear wicked claws, and its face has the muzzle and reptilian amber eyes of a dragon with a large singular horn on its nose. A large tail is seen swishing behind. Donning loose thin leathers of purple, trimmed with gold that frame splint armour on the torso that resembles the gold colour of the trimmings. On its back an impressive spear, on its hip and nasty looking longsword. Its expression is a stark contrast to the dragon above; a look of contempt and disgust at every individual that stands before it.
Kava:
You would recognise this individual instantly as Drosa Cyanwrath and, with you and a few others, survived the gruelling training drills of the Cult of the Dragons. He is an exceptionally skilled with his weapons, and has clearly risen through the ranks to be donning purple garments and armour. You are quite certain, anyone who would go against him would most probably fall.
The sneer upon the champion's face neutralises into something quite unreadable. He doesn't lower his weapon, but his stances eases slightly.
"Kava. Hmm. We did see dragonborn from the skies, and at the silver one I did wonder." Drosa's tones remain cold and neutral. His eyes glance over to Toh, "And who is this? Your companion?"
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Drosa simple shakes his head, "What we did, our current mission, is what the world truly wants..."
The dragon above huffs and speaks out Draconic, "You know this worm, Drosa? Hurry and finish her - you have all have wasted enough of my time already."
"... and now you will lose trying to resist it." The blue-scaled champion raises his longsword.
Just by shifting his weight to one side, Drosa slips by the strike from the quarterstaff, but underestimates Kava'sspeed as her elbow slams into the side of his face.
He takes the hit, but solid in his stance and stares at Kava, "Is this the extent of your training? Pathetic."
Drosatakes his longsword and goes to strike Kava with a fierce overhead strike! Melee Weapon Attack: 26 With chilling speed, the sword stops a breath away from Kava's neck... The stern face of the Blue Champion turns ever so slightly to a smile as his eyes remain at Kava's, "Try again."
Ophelia glances his way for a split second, then focuses her attention back on the fight. "I could have sworn you said you believed the dragon wasn't real?"
Kava's first strike is dodge with a swift duck from the cultist (C7), but this sets the dragonborn up with a strike to the cultists face; blood streaming down their nose.
Jack's bolt once again plants itself into the hood of the cultist (A5) and they slump forward and remain still.
The cultist is surrounded and swings wildly with their blade!
Random Target - 1d6
1-2 - Velsa
3-4 - Toh
5-6 - Kava
Roll - 6
C7 to Kava -
Melee Weapon Attack: 12 Damage: 4 (slashing)
Panicked, the strike is unfocused and Kava is able to allow the blade to glide past safely.
(1 sq. = 5 ft.)
Initiative Order:
Ophelia
Toh
Acolyte
Velsa
Kava
Jack
Cultists
Ophelia is up!
Ophelia moves up to get a better view of the remaining cultist and attempts to set him on fire like the rest.
Cast Fire Bolt
Attack: 12
Damage: 10 fire damage
And like the rest, Ophelia sends the cultist (C7) up in flames and they slumps to the ground, charred and remaining still.
As the last cultist goes down, you waste no time to head back to the keep to inform the castellan the state of stored resources are sound and well... or you would all hope, as a roar is heard in the distance, but you can all see the large creature coasting over the town with the odd fleck of lightning.
{Out of Initiative}
As you make it to the side gate to be let in you hear the loading of crossbows as the soldiers cry, "Halt! There is another - she with you or a prisoner?"
Velsa pipes up before anyone can; arms raised just after she throws her weapons on the floor in front of her, "Prisoner. I am turning myself in." She gives Kava a look.
Kava:
Insight check - 15
You get a reassuring glance from Velsa; this was her decision and you feel she has made it with the possible consequences in mind.
The gate is opened, but armed guards seize Velsa and she is ahead and you all given space to enter, quickly and one at a time.
Inside the keep things have somewhat settled; soldiers have had their numbers increase, some civilians have taken up arms and their own equipment, you even see and hear a soldier arguing with some who wish to turn the tide of the raid themselves. However, the bustle quietens bit by bit aa the ominous beating of wings comes closer and closer...
Everyone's attentions turns to the sky in dread, but fears are realised as lightning bursts across the sky over the keep. Cries erupt from all over but are topped by the sound of one of the keep's watchtowers, as the oppressively huge dragon lands treating the building as if it were made of shingle. Panic sparks across the keep; some cower as terror grips them, commands are yelled for civilians to get shelter, arrows and bolts are fired both out of manic reflex and in wild bravery.
The dragon shrugs off any missiles that manage to land a hit. It takes a deep inhale, dull snaps and pops are heard as energy begins to glow from beneath its breast... but then it exhales through its nostrils looking down. Despite its very inhuman face, all can recognise a relishing smile upon its face...
What do you all do?
“I’m still not convinced it’s real.”
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Kava looks up at the dragon, rolling back and forth on the balls of her feet.
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Toh runs towards the highest and closest point to the dragon he can find.
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Ophelia stares at the toothy grin, and is almost tempted to approach, but remembers advice given to her previously. She darts behind something sturdy to find cover, before sticking her head out to observe the dragon.
The dragon's gaze lands on Toh as he advances, its face remains and takes no reaction. Its eyes sweep across the keep, watching most of the civilians and soldiers seek shelter and allowing a thick silence to settle before letting out a booming voice addresses the keep in Common, "People of Greenest! This has been a most successful night, and I am feeling generous. I see this pitiful gathering of stone and wood you call to a keep is to protect yourselves and loved ones, but I assure it is nothing more than pebble and twig. Send out your best warrior to fight my champion and I will spare your lives. I will grant you a moment to decide..."
As the dragon's words come to an end, a figure launches itself from the dragon, landing in a clearing of stunned soldiers and townsfolk; roughly twenty feet away between the dragon and the group. Although it is shaped roughly like a human, it is at least seven feet tall; its skin is covered in blue scales, its fingers bear wicked claws, and its face has the muzzle and reptilian amber eyes of a dragon with a large singular horn on its nose. A large tail is seen swishing behind. Donning loose thin leathers of purple, trimmed with gold that frame splint armour on the torso that resembles the gold colour of the trimmings. On its back an impressive spear, on its hip and nasty looking longsword. Its expression is a stark contrast to the dragon above; a look of contempt and disgust at every individual that stands before it.
Kava:
You would recognise this individual instantly as Drosa Cyanwrath and, with you and a few others, survived the gruelling training drills of the Cult of the Dragons. He is an exceptionally skilled with his weapons, and has clearly risen through the ranks to be donning purple garments and armour. You are quite certain, anyone who would go against him would most probably fall.
MAP:
Kava, knowing how this is probably going to turn out, rushes out to take the challenge before anyone else has a chance to.
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Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
"No! Damn it girl." Toh says, realizing he's now in the very wrong place to stop her.
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The sneer upon the champion's face neutralises into something quite unreadable. He doesn't lower his weapon, but his stances eases slightly.
"Kava. Hmm. We did see dragonborn from the skies, and at the silver one I did wonder." Drosa's tones remain cold and neutral. His eyes glance over to Toh, "And who is this? Your companion?"
Kava looks up at Toh, "He's the one that confirmed my suspicions about what we really did Drosa, and ensured my decision stayed firm."
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Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Drosa simple shakes his head, "What we did, our current mission, is what the world truly wants..."
The dragon above huffs and speaks out Draconic, "You know this worm, Drosa? Hurry and finish her - you have all have wasted enough of my time already."
"... and now you will lose trying to resist it." The blue-scaled champion raises his longsword.
Initiative rolls:
Drosa - 3
Kava - 17
(1 sq.= 5 ft.)
Kava is up!
Kava approaches Drosa and swings her quaterstaff at him, following it up with a elbow to his face.
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Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Just by shifting his weight to one side, Drosa slips by the strike from the quarterstaff, but underestimates Kava's speed as her elbow slams into the side of his face.
He takes the hit, but solid in his stance and stares at Kava, "Is this the extent of your training? Pathetic."
Drosa takes his longsword and goes to strike Kava with a fierce overhead strike!
Melee Weapon Attack: 26
With chilling speed, the sword stops a breath away from Kava's neck... The stern face of the Blue Champion turns ever so slightly to a smile as his eyes remain at Kava's, "Try again."
Breath Weapon: 2
(1 sq.= 5 ft.)
Kava is up!
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Toh sits down on top of the wall and begins a prayer to Bahamut to strengthen Kava.
Religion: 15
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Jack is going to look at Ophelia. “Do you think we’re being tortured?”
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Ophelia glances his way for a split second, then focuses her attention back on the fight. "I could have sworn you said you believed the dragon wasn't real?"
“I don’t believe it is. But that doesn’t mean it isn’t torturing us. I mean, it’s just there... not doing anything.”
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