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<blockquote data-quote="Rel" data-source="post: 1006" data-attributes="member: 99"><p><strong>The Dragon</strong></p><p></p><p>(Note: Before we began this session, I knew that this would likely be the toughest battle the party had yet faced. They were prepared but, face it, dragons are just nasty. Also, not a single player had yet made it above 3rd level. Nonetheless, I decided to run with things and let the chips fall where they may. I made all the attack rolls for Nightscale right out on the table with my jumbo sized d20 so the players could tell I wasn't fudging things for or against them. I thought there was a pretty good possibility that folks were going to be rolling some new characters by the end of the night. Here's what happened…)</p><p></p><p>The party again made camp in the Glitterhame and prepared to do battle with the dragon. Ilrath ventured up to the top level and retrieved the large steel shield that one of the orcs had been using. He was not normally given to excessive armor but this was a dragon after all. He also decided to don the bulky and uncomfortable breastplate they had recovered from the dwarven priest. Krase opted to wear the mithril breastplate.</p><p></p><p>Speaks brewed a couple more healing potions and readied some spells to help the party resist the acidic breath of the dragon. He cast these spells on Krase and Ilrath before bedding down. After he awoke and again communed for his daily spells, he cast another pair of these on himself and Rhys. Thus protected and with their weapons at the ready, the party again knocked on the door and it was soon answered by the same dwarf who had escorted them previously.</p><p></p><p>He took them up into the throne room again but this time they were taken through a different door on the northern wall. Beyond it was a chamber with a cistern in the middle and a hallway extending east and west. They were taken down the hall to the east past many other doors and eventually entered another chamber with a cistern. A second dwarf stood by an opened secret door on the south side of the room that led to a narrow hallway. In the distance the party could hear the sound of rushing water.</p><p></p><p>Their escort informed them that at the end of the hall they would find a ledge. Below that ledge was a ladder leading to the Black Lake. There they would find Nightscale and her hoard. He also told them firmly that a hallway branched off the main hall to the right. The party was to go straight, not to the right.</p><p></p><p>The group proceeded down the hall and stuck to the straight passage (In spite of the fact that Krase and Rhys desperately wanted to check out the right hand passage. They didn't because the dwarven escort stood only 20 feet behind them holding the door open. At the end of the hall they found a door constructed in the same way as most of the secret doors they had encountered. They readied themselves with Rhys casting his mystical armor spell and opened the door. On the other side was a wide ledge some 15 feet deep and then a large cavern that extended down into darkness. From off to the right they could see the dim orange light from the dwarven forges, which also apparently overlooked this chasm. A stream obviously flowed through the forgeworks and ended in a waterfall down into the pit.</p><p></p><p>The ladder was quickly located and appeared to be a chain ladder with iron rungs across it and was anchored to the side of the pit every 20 feet or so. Speaks took one of the glowing fungus stalks he had brought from the Glitterhame and dropped it down the pit. It drifted downward for a few moments and then stopped. The pit was estimated at somewhere between 50 and 100 feet deep.</p><p></p><p>Seeing no way to get the wolf down the ladder, Speaks orders Arc to guard the door at the ledge. He figures that way at least the dwarves won't be able to lock it behind them. One by one, they descended the ladder.</p><p></p><p>At the bottom of the ladder (which turned out to descend 80 feet) they found themselves on another ledge by the edge of an underground river. Two separate bridges crossed from the ledge they occupied to different ledges across the river. The party had been afraid to use any illumination brighter than the fungus for fear that the dragon would easily spot it. But it was becoming clear that they were going to need more light.</p><p></p><p>About that time, Krase and Rhys heard a distinct splashing noise to the east where the underground stream seemed to flow out of a larger body of water. Everyone tensed for a few moments. Then a voice, somehow feminine and at the same time otherworldly, came out of the darkness.</p><p></p><p>"Greetings, nephew. I thought I smelled another of my mother's brood."</p><p></p><p>All eyes turned to Rhys who tried his best to look innocent.</p><p></p><p>"Come to rob me of my treasure, eh? No doubt invited in by those greedy and ungrateful <strong>Duergar</strong>." (Yep, she used the D word. I had Krase make an intelligence check to recall anything his dwarven grandfather mentioned about Duergar and he rolls a 20. So I gave him a brief but insightful sketch of how other dwarves felt about the Duergar and what kind of natural abilities they had.)</p><p></p><p>Speaks replied, "Um, no. We're not here to rob you." (Bluff roll: 3)</p><p></p><p>"Your lies are wasted on me. Tell me of the deal you struck with the stinking Grey Dwarves and I will let one of you live."</p><p></p><p>Speaks stage whispered to Rhys, "Make a counter offer!"</p><p></p><p>Rhys spoke for the first time, "We do wish some of your treasure but we would be willing to bargain. We desire some of the weapons the dwarves gave you that are adept at killing orcs."</p><p></p><p>"So you are allied with the barbarians to the south, are you?"</p><p></p><p>"Yes," replied Rhys tenatively.</p><p></p><p>"That's all I need to know." Then silence.</p><p></p><p>Anxious moments passed as the party continued to listen. Krase, Ilrath and Rhys began to spread out across the ledge toward the direction where her voice had been coming from. Krase nocked an arrow and prepared to fire at anything that looked like a dragon. Rhys loaded his crossbow. Ilrath stood there looking menacing.</p><p></p><p>And then Nightscale sprang from the inky waters, not confronting the warriors arrayed at the other end of the ledge but attacking the rear of the party where Speaks stood. She let out a roar and then spat a forceful stream of acid on the druid. His spell protected him for the most part but he still withstood minor burns from the dark, stinging fluid.</p><p></p><p>Rhys was the first to recover from this shock and whirled around, firing his crossbow. His bolt struck home and sank into the obsidian scales of the dragon which he could now see was the size of a pony - a razor clawed, acid-spitting pony of death that is. If the dragon was wounded by the bolt, she certainly didn't show it.</p><p></p><p>Ilrath reacted next and ran to put himself between the steely jaws of the beast and his friend the druid. He held his new battle axe at the ready, waiting to strike if the dragon came within reach. Behind him, Speaks called upon the powers of nature and suddenly the dragon was limned in green fire (In many ways, this was the "Play of the Game"). Although the fire did not burn the dark scales of the beast, it made her easily visible to the entire party.</p><p></p><p>As the dragon burst into emerald flames, Krase turned and released his arrow in one fluid motion. But his aim was slightly off and his arrow skipped off her scales and sailed harmlessly into the darkness. Krase then dropped his bow and drew his twin swords as he closed the distance to the dragon.</p><p></p><p>Rhys fired again at the dragon but this time his aim was off and, like Krase's shot, the bolt failed to dig into the dragon's hide.</p><p></p><p>Nightscale was angered by the sting of the bolt the sorcerer had fired but was even more angered by the druid's spell. It made it impossible for her to employ her favorite stalking tactic of moving unseen underwater to spring out and use her acid breath. Also, the druid seemed somehow resistant to her acid. She would show him that it was not her only weapon. That puny leather jerkin he wore would shred ever so easily beneath her razor talons and rending teeth. But to get to him she needed first to dispose of that stinking barbarian. How she would enjoy killing him for the way his kind had driven her from the surface a decade ago.</p><p></p><p>She lunged forward out of the water and onto the ledge. As she did, Ilrath brought down his new axe and it sliced through scales into the flesh beneath, but inflicted only the smallest of wounds. He grimaced as the dragon bore down on him…and then somehow managed to dodge or deflect each of her attacks (bite, 2 claws and wings - didn't roll above a 7).</p><p></p><p>Ilrath saw Krase coming out of the corner of his eye and stepped to the side to make room as he swung again with his axe, striking her again with slightly better results. A moment later he realized that this put him between the dragon and the river and one false step would send him plunging into the icy waters.</p><p></p><p>Speaks cast a spell at the dragon that might momentarily blind or distract her but she saw it coming and easily resisted his efforts. Krase stepped forward and sliced at her scaly hide with his swords. One found its mark and further wounded the dragon.</p><p></p><p>Rhys maneuvered to get a clear shot at the dragon since she was now blocked by Ilrath, Krase and Speaks. He leapt a short ways onto one of the bridges near the bottom of the ladder but stumbled slightly as he landed. He loaded his crossbow and readied to fire again.</p><p></p><p>Nightscale was even more angry now but she realized that some caution was required. Clearly the magic this group of fools possessed was no match for her, merely an annoyance. Their warriors were where she would need to concentrate her efforts. The barbarians had managed a lucky swing with his axe but the warrior with the pair of swords moved gracefully. He was likely her biggest threat.</p><p></p><p>She lunged for him with far better results than with the barbarian her teeth made a satisfying crunch as they drove into his shoulder (critical but for relatively low damage) and both of her claws slashed into his upper legs. This one would soon be dead.</p><p></p><p>Ilrath saw Krase get mauled and desperately hacked at the dragon but his axe glanced off her scales and clanged harmlessly off the stone ledge. Speaks also saw what happened and reached over to Krase using one of his healing spells to halt the worst of his bleeding. Krase knew that another such attack would be the death of him and took a step back before drinking one of his healing potions.</p><p></p><p>Rhys fired his crossbow again, scoring another strike against his kin. He knew that his bolts alone would never slay the beast, however. He desperately hoped that the warriors would start to deal some more powerful wounds soon.</p><p></p><p>Nightscale was heartened to see that the lithe warrior hovered on deaths door. She had sustained a couple more wounds but she saw a way to hasten the demise of this gang of fools. The warrior with the pair of swords had stepped back, putting him in a perfect line with the barbarian. She smiled inwardly as she felt the acid rise in her throat and spat forth an absolute flood of corrosive death on the pair of warriors. (Her breath weapon did 6d4 damage. I rolled and got MAX damage! That's right, 6 4's - 24 points of damage to both of them! Then they rolled their saves and BOTH made it, cutting damage to half! With the 12 points of acid resistance they had, they took NO damage from a MAX damage breath weapon!)</p><p></p><p>Sensing the calamity that had just been narrowly avoided, Ilrath swung with renewed vigor at the dragon, hoping to distract her from attacking Krase again. But his axe again found no purchase on the slick, black scales of his adversary. Ilrath howled in frustration and he could feel the rage rising in him. He fought it down, knowing that when he raged he would make a far easier target. But he couldn't hold back the tide of anger forever.</p><p></p><p>Speaks decided that his magic was little match for this powerful a foe and tried to stab the dragon with his spear. Unsurprisingly the tough scales turned aside his spearpoint.</p><p></p><p>Krase bravely stepped to the fore and sliced at the hideous beast with his trusty blades, still dripping with acid from her last attack. Being skilled in defensive fighting, he focussed most of his concentration on fending off the dragon but he was fortunate. Again, one of his blades sank its point between her scales and wounded her. The hatred he saw in her eyes bode ill for his future.</p><p></p><p>Rhys fired again from his vantage on the bridge but this time his bolt sailed wide. He was having to maneuver to shoot around the melee combatants and he was becoming frustrated. He looked around for a better position but finding none, he reloaded his crossbow with resignation.</p><p></p><p>Nightscale was astonished that the warriors were able to withstand the most inspired stream of acid she had ever spouted and was beginning to get worried. The group had now pinned her into a corner and she needed to kill at least one of them to win her way free. She could then hide in one of the deeper caverns until the druid's blasted fire spell wore off. She focused her gaze on the wounded warrior with the twin swords. He would be her easiest prey.</p><p></p><p>But as she attacked, he wove a defensive shield around himself with his blinding swords. Only one of her claws found its mark but it dug deep. The warrior had little fight left in him. She needed only dodge the blade of the barbarian once more and this intruder would be dead.</p><p></p><p>Ilrath gritted his teeth and drew his axe back again. Krase was holding on as well as he could but he would be dead if the dragon struck again. With a mighty howl, he swung the dwarven forged blade of mithril and it sank deep, deep into the flank of the dragon (Crit for 28 damage). The beast howled in pain as he ripped the blade free of her ribcage.</p><p></p><p>Speaks again struck with his spear but to no avail. He was heartened to see, however, what he suspected might be the first glint of fear in the eyes of the dragon.</p><p></p><p>Krase was reeling and on the verge of unconsciousness. He could see that Ilrath's blow had sorely wounded the dragon but he felt he must draw back and drink another potion. Rhys was able to fire a more direct shot now that Krase had stepped back and was rewarded with his bolt striking home.</p><p></p><p>Nightscale was nearly blinded with pain and fury. She hated admitting that these foul allies of the barbarians had bested her. But it was reality. As she had once before when caught and nearly killed by the barbarians, she needed to flee and wreak vengeance on these scum another day. The wounded warrior had moved out of her way and she only needed to slip into the murky waters of the Black Lake to find solace and refuge.</p><p></p><p>As she lunged between Speaks and Ilrath, Speaks jabbed at her with his spear, wounding her slightly for the first time and adding insult to her long list of injuries. But it was Ilrath who would have the final insult.</p><p></p><p>As the dragon leaned over to dive into the inky waters, he brought his axe across her neck with such force that her head was severed and tumbled through the air to land on the ledge (Second Crit in the same round, thanks to AoO. Oddly enough, the exact same rolls - 20 followed by 15 and the exact same damage - 28 points.).</p><p></p><p>The ponderous body of the dragon began to tumble into the river by it's own momentum but Krase, Speaks and Ilrath wrestled it back onto the ledge. They sat on the bank of the dark waters of the river and looked at the dragon corpse with stunned admiration.</p><p></p><p>Final Tally:</p><p>Krase had 7hp left after drinking 2 potions of CLW.</p><p>Speaks had taken 4hp damage from the first acid spray.</p><p>Ilrath - Untouched</p><p>Rhys - Untouched</p><p>Rel - Stunned</p><p></p><p><strong>NEXT: Looting and Leaving</strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Rel, post: 1006, member: 99"] [B]The Dragon[/B] (Note: Before we began this session, I knew that this would likely be the toughest battle the party had yet faced. They were prepared but, face it, dragons are just nasty. Also, not a single player had yet made it above 3rd level. Nonetheless, I decided to run with things and let the chips fall where they may. I made all the attack rolls for Nightscale right out on the table with my jumbo sized d20 so the players could tell I wasn't fudging things for or against them. I thought there was a pretty good possibility that folks were going to be rolling some new characters by the end of the night. Here's what happened…) The party again made camp in the Glitterhame and prepared to do battle with the dragon. Ilrath ventured up to the top level and retrieved the large steel shield that one of the orcs had been using. He was not normally given to excessive armor but this was a dragon after all. He also decided to don the bulky and uncomfortable breastplate they had recovered from the dwarven priest. Krase opted to wear the mithril breastplate. Speaks brewed a couple more healing potions and readied some spells to help the party resist the acidic breath of the dragon. He cast these spells on Krase and Ilrath before bedding down. After he awoke and again communed for his daily spells, he cast another pair of these on himself and Rhys. Thus protected and with their weapons at the ready, the party again knocked on the door and it was soon answered by the same dwarf who had escorted them previously. He took them up into the throne room again but this time they were taken through a different door on the northern wall. Beyond it was a chamber with a cistern in the middle and a hallway extending east and west. They were taken down the hall to the east past many other doors and eventually entered another chamber with a cistern. A second dwarf stood by an opened secret door on the south side of the room that led to a narrow hallway. In the distance the party could hear the sound of rushing water. Their escort informed them that at the end of the hall they would find a ledge. Below that ledge was a ladder leading to the Black Lake. There they would find Nightscale and her hoard. He also told them firmly that a hallway branched off the main hall to the right. The party was to go straight, not to the right. The group proceeded down the hall and stuck to the straight passage (In spite of the fact that Krase and Rhys desperately wanted to check out the right hand passage. They didn't because the dwarven escort stood only 20 feet behind them holding the door open. At the end of the hall they found a door constructed in the same way as most of the secret doors they had encountered. They readied themselves with Rhys casting his mystical armor spell and opened the door. On the other side was a wide ledge some 15 feet deep and then a large cavern that extended down into darkness. From off to the right they could see the dim orange light from the dwarven forges, which also apparently overlooked this chasm. A stream obviously flowed through the forgeworks and ended in a waterfall down into the pit. The ladder was quickly located and appeared to be a chain ladder with iron rungs across it and was anchored to the side of the pit every 20 feet or so. Speaks took one of the glowing fungus stalks he had brought from the Glitterhame and dropped it down the pit. It drifted downward for a few moments and then stopped. The pit was estimated at somewhere between 50 and 100 feet deep. Seeing no way to get the wolf down the ladder, Speaks orders Arc to guard the door at the ledge. He figures that way at least the dwarves won't be able to lock it behind them. One by one, they descended the ladder. At the bottom of the ladder (which turned out to descend 80 feet) they found themselves on another ledge by the edge of an underground river. Two separate bridges crossed from the ledge they occupied to different ledges across the river. The party had been afraid to use any illumination brighter than the fungus for fear that the dragon would easily spot it. But it was becoming clear that they were going to need more light. About that time, Krase and Rhys heard a distinct splashing noise to the east where the underground stream seemed to flow out of a larger body of water. Everyone tensed for a few moments. Then a voice, somehow feminine and at the same time otherworldly, came out of the darkness. "Greetings, nephew. I thought I smelled another of my mother's brood." All eyes turned to Rhys who tried his best to look innocent. "Come to rob me of my treasure, eh? No doubt invited in by those greedy and ungrateful [B]Duergar[/B]." (Yep, she used the D word. I had Krase make an intelligence check to recall anything his dwarven grandfather mentioned about Duergar and he rolls a 20. So I gave him a brief but insightful sketch of how other dwarves felt about the Duergar and what kind of natural abilities they had.) Speaks replied, "Um, no. We're not here to rob you." (Bluff roll: 3) "Your lies are wasted on me. Tell me of the deal you struck with the stinking Grey Dwarves and I will let one of you live." Speaks stage whispered to Rhys, "Make a counter offer!" Rhys spoke for the first time, "We do wish some of your treasure but we would be willing to bargain. We desire some of the weapons the dwarves gave you that are adept at killing orcs." "So you are allied with the barbarians to the south, are you?" "Yes," replied Rhys tenatively. "That's all I need to know." Then silence. Anxious moments passed as the party continued to listen. Krase, Ilrath and Rhys began to spread out across the ledge toward the direction where her voice had been coming from. Krase nocked an arrow and prepared to fire at anything that looked like a dragon. Rhys loaded his crossbow. Ilrath stood there looking menacing. And then Nightscale sprang from the inky waters, not confronting the warriors arrayed at the other end of the ledge but attacking the rear of the party where Speaks stood. She let out a roar and then spat a forceful stream of acid on the druid. His spell protected him for the most part but he still withstood minor burns from the dark, stinging fluid. Rhys was the first to recover from this shock and whirled around, firing his crossbow. His bolt struck home and sank into the obsidian scales of the dragon which he could now see was the size of a pony - a razor clawed, acid-spitting pony of death that is. If the dragon was wounded by the bolt, she certainly didn't show it. Ilrath reacted next and ran to put himself between the steely jaws of the beast and his friend the druid. He held his new battle axe at the ready, waiting to strike if the dragon came within reach. Behind him, Speaks called upon the powers of nature and suddenly the dragon was limned in green fire (In many ways, this was the "Play of the Game"). Although the fire did not burn the dark scales of the beast, it made her easily visible to the entire party. As the dragon burst into emerald flames, Krase turned and released his arrow in one fluid motion. But his aim was slightly off and his arrow skipped off her scales and sailed harmlessly into the darkness. Krase then dropped his bow and drew his twin swords as he closed the distance to the dragon. Rhys fired again at the dragon but this time his aim was off and, like Krase's shot, the bolt failed to dig into the dragon's hide. Nightscale was angered by the sting of the bolt the sorcerer had fired but was even more angered by the druid's spell. It made it impossible for her to employ her favorite stalking tactic of moving unseen underwater to spring out and use her acid breath. Also, the druid seemed somehow resistant to her acid. She would show him that it was not her only weapon. That puny leather jerkin he wore would shred ever so easily beneath her razor talons and rending teeth. But to get to him she needed first to dispose of that stinking barbarian. How she would enjoy killing him for the way his kind had driven her from the surface a decade ago. She lunged forward out of the water and onto the ledge. As she did, Ilrath brought down his new axe and it sliced through scales into the flesh beneath, but inflicted only the smallest of wounds. He grimaced as the dragon bore down on him…and then somehow managed to dodge or deflect each of her attacks (bite, 2 claws and wings - didn't roll above a 7). Ilrath saw Krase coming out of the corner of his eye and stepped to the side to make room as he swung again with his axe, striking her again with slightly better results. A moment later he realized that this put him between the dragon and the river and one false step would send him plunging into the icy waters. Speaks cast a spell at the dragon that might momentarily blind or distract her but she saw it coming and easily resisted his efforts. Krase stepped forward and sliced at her scaly hide with his swords. One found its mark and further wounded the dragon. Rhys maneuvered to get a clear shot at the dragon since she was now blocked by Ilrath, Krase and Speaks. He leapt a short ways onto one of the bridges near the bottom of the ladder but stumbled slightly as he landed. He loaded his crossbow and readied to fire again. Nightscale was even more angry now but she realized that some caution was required. Clearly the magic this group of fools possessed was no match for her, merely an annoyance. Their warriors were where she would need to concentrate her efforts. The barbarians had managed a lucky swing with his axe but the warrior with the pair of swords moved gracefully. He was likely her biggest threat. She lunged for him with far better results than with the barbarian her teeth made a satisfying crunch as they drove into his shoulder (critical but for relatively low damage) and both of her claws slashed into his upper legs. This one would soon be dead. Ilrath saw Krase get mauled and desperately hacked at the dragon but his axe glanced off her scales and clanged harmlessly off the stone ledge. Speaks also saw what happened and reached over to Krase using one of his healing spells to halt the worst of his bleeding. Krase knew that another such attack would be the death of him and took a step back before drinking one of his healing potions. Rhys fired his crossbow again, scoring another strike against his kin. He knew that his bolts alone would never slay the beast, however. He desperately hoped that the warriors would start to deal some more powerful wounds soon. Nightscale was heartened to see that the lithe warrior hovered on deaths door. She had sustained a couple more wounds but she saw a way to hasten the demise of this gang of fools. The warrior with the pair of swords had stepped back, putting him in a perfect line with the barbarian. She smiled inwardly as she felt the acid rise in her throat and spat forth an absolute flood of corrosive death on the pair of warriors. (Her breath weapon did 6d4 damage. I rolled and got MAX damage! That's right, 6 4's - 24 points of damage to both of them! Then they rolled their saves and BOTH made it, cutting damage to half! With the 12 points of acid resistance they had, they took NO damage from a MAX damage breath weapon!) Sensing the calamity that had just been narrowly avoided, Ilrath swung with renewed vigor at the dragon, hoping to distract her from attacking Krase again. But his axe again found no purchase on the slick, black scales of his adversary. Ilrath howled in frustration and he could feel the rage rising in him. He fought it down, knowing that when he raged he would make a far easier target. But he couldn't hold back the tide of anger forever. Speaks decided that his magic was little match for this powerful a foe and tried to stab the dragon with his spear. Unsurprisingly the tough scales turned aside his spearpoint. Krase bravely stepped to the fore and sliced at the hideous beast with his trusty blades, still dripping with acid from her last attack. Being skilled in defensive fighting, he focussed most of his concentration on fending off the dragon but he was fortunate. Again, one of his blades sank its point between her scales and wounded her. The hatred he saw in her eyes bode ill for his future. Rhys fired again from his vantage on the bridge but this time his bolt sailed wide. He was having to maneuver to shoot around the melee combatants and he was becoming frustrated. He looked around for a better position but finding none, he reloaded his crossbow with resignation. Nightscale was astonished that the warriors were able to withstand the most inspired stream of acid she had ever spouted and was beginning to get worried. The group had now pinned her into a corner and she needed to kill at least one of them to win her way free. She could then hide in one of the deeper caverns until the druid's blasted fire spell wore off. She focused her gaze on the wounded warrior with the twin swords. He would be her easiest prey. But as she attacked, he wove a defensive shield around himself with his blinding swords. Only one of her claws found its mark but it dug deep. The warrior had little fight left in him. She needed only dodge the blade of the barbarian once more and this intruder would be dead. Ilrath gritted his teeth and drew his axe back again. Krase was holding on as well as he could but he would be dead if the dragon struck again. With a mighty howl, he swung the dwarven forged blade of mithril and it sank deep, deep into the flank of the dragon (Crit for 28 damage). The beast howled in pain as he ripped the blade free of her ribcage. Speaks again struck with his spear but to no avail. He was heartened to see, however, what he suspected might be the first glint of fear in the eyes of the dragon. Krase was reeling and on the verge of unconsciousness. He could see that Ilrath's blow had sorely wounded the dragon but he felt he must draw back and drink another potion. Rhys was able to fire a more direct shot now that Krase had stepped back and was rewarded with his bolt striking home. Nightscale was nearly blinded with pain and fury. She hated admitting that these foul allies of the barbarians had bested her. But it was reality. As she had once before when caught and nearly killed by the barbarians, she needed to flee and wreak vengeance on these scum another day. The wounded warrior had moved out of her way and she only needed to slip into the murky waters of the Black Lake to find solace and refuge. As she lunged between Speaks and Ilrath, Speaks jabbed at her with his spear, wounding her slightly for the first time and adding insult to her long list of injuries. But it was Ilrath who would have the final insult. As the dragon leaned over to dive into the inky waters, he brought his axe across her neck with such force that her head was severed and tumbled through the air to land on the ledge (Second Crit in the same round, thanks to AoO. Oddly enough, the exact same rolls - 20 followed by 15 and the exact same damage - 28 points.). The ponderous body of the dragon began to tumble into the river by it's own momentum but Krase, Speaks and Ilrath wrestled it back onto the ledge. They sat on the bank of the dark waters of the river and looked at the dragon corpse with stunned admiration. Final Tally: Krase had 7hp left after drinking 2 potions of CLW. Speaks had taken 4hp damage from the first acid spray. Ilrath - Untouched Rhys - Untouched Rel - Stunned [B]NEXT: Looting and Leaving[/B] [/QUOTE]
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