Vasorn, the World Under Dragonfire

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Dessa looks over at Grim.*

"'Blue mind brings father's grief and darkness joy.' I'll be damned, she was right. Look dragonkin, I can see worthy things you, but one wrong step in this Cagebreak and we're all dead. We should have a little ruckus going on very shortly here, then we move," Dessa says. She goes a murmurs quietly to Grim, "I know he's not lying, but be ready, just in case."

 

[Keia]

Zykovian reviewed all of his equipment, making certain that nothing was added of removed. The ‘kith didn’t seem to be thieves, and most likely would have respected his equipment just in case Zykovian was freed and forgiven. There was time for them to take his belongings after he was dead in the pits.

'Guess I do have some dragon blood in me . . . to be so concerned about my possessions, Zykovian thought, suddenly slightly disgusted with himself. Nevertheless, he made certain everything was in place the looked to the woman who had spoken to him.

“What do you ask of me?” Zykovian asked.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Zykovian reviewed all of his equipment, making certain that nothing was added of removed. The ‘kith didn’t seem to be thieves, and most likely would have respected his equipment just in case Zykovian was freed and forgiven. There was time for them to take his belongings after he was dead in the pits.

'Guess I do have some dragon blood in me . . . to be so concerned about my possessions, Zykovian thought, suddenly slightly disgusted with himself. Nevertheless, he made certain everything was in place the looked to the woman who had spoken to him.

“What do you ask of me?” Zykovian asked.

"For now? We're getting out of here as soon as there's enough of a distraction. All you need to do is avoid getting noticed, and silence anyone who does notice us before an alarm can be sounded."

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"Come on dragonkin, what's your name? And what did you do to get in Gardanax's poor graces?" Dessa says as she looks over at Ellimon, the scarred drow man, and Guran, the half-dragon deep gnome. They seem to have all the slaves out, and little Raffie looks at Zykovian with wide eyes. "Grim," she murmurs to the svirfneblin, "check and see how our distraction is coming."

*Grim, if you move to check at the entrance you hear some yelling from further down the passageway. Someone is shrieking about murder.*

~~~

*Ishmael and Renea use illusion to block off the corridor with an image of a blank and quiet one, the bard and Elaugaugein taking up positions to slay anyone that breeches the illusion. Renea signals to Gortag to start opening the doors and causing some mayhem. The first one she opens appears to be empty of anyone, so she takes a look around. Gortag, you boot in another door, startling a half-dragon human who was rumaging through a chest. He looks at you in panic and anger and starts groping for the whip at his belt. You hear shouts behind you, and slightly crazed laughter from Ishmael as you hear him slice into flesh. Chanting from Elaugaugein signals the onslaught of the corridor, and flashes of light commence as spells start to fly. Someone, not one of the Cagebreaker team, shouts "Murder!"*

 

[Keia]

Zykovian Sarellion Half Sapphire Dragon Fighter/Rogue

"For now? We're getting out of here as soon as there's enough of a distraction. All you need to do is avoid getting noticed, and silence anyone who does notice us before an alarm can be sounded."

“I will do what I can,” Zykovian replied. He looked down at dead ‘kith a final time before starting to move into position.

"Come on dragonkin, what's your name? And what did you do to get in Gardanax's poor graces?"

He hadn’t gotten very far before Dessa asked him about himself. He looked at her a moment before answering, “My name is Zykovian, and I had the misfortune of telling Gardanax a truth that he did not wish to hear . . . .”

When Zykovian saw Raffie, he pause in his explanation, and reached into his pack. He approached Raffie and returned the bracers and knife that he had taken from him and the other gnome during his investigation. “Use it wisely and wear them well,” he told Raffie quietly.

 

[Velmont]

Gortag doesn't hesistate. He get his balance back and grab his axe with two hands before putting all the weight on the head so he can slice that half-bastard human before he can do anything.

OOC:
+20/+15/+10 (+1 Adamantium Greataxe: 1d12 +13, 19/x3)
AC: 21
He is wearing his buckler, and the penalty to attack is already added to his attack bonus.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

At the shouts of "Murder!" Grim gives a sharp gesture and mouths "The distraction has begun." He then swiftly weaves a Major Image of draconic guards escorting the group, to provide a few moments of cover if they are detected. "We should move now, while they're still reacting to the alarm."

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Dessa nods at Grim's comment, and they begin moving out the slaves. Ellimon has separated the humans and dwarves from the gnomes and children, and given the later into the care of Guran. Moving with Grim's images, all start toward the exit tunnel. A few dragonkith run by without giving more than a glance, but suddenly a fast-running amethyst dragon, not much more than twenty feet long, comes bounding around the corner. Zykovian, you'd recognize him, he's Kelvarix, Gardanax's second-born. When he sees you he gives a roar of alarm, and a mindscape springs into existance.*

*Briefly it was the jagged mountains, but with a wrench Kelvarix transfers it to the plains. In the physical world he's sixty feet away from the group, but suddenly shimmers into nothingness. You've seen this trick before Zykovian, he's turned himself invisible.*

"Get him, I'll get the slaves out," Dessa says, as her and the slaves break into a run behind the cover of the rest of you.

~~~

Alyshia, you and Kilvash came up one of the secondary mine shafts, and were following Kilvash's sense toward one of the overseer's quarters near the Cages. However, as you got there, you hear a terrifying roar. Peeking around the corner you see a group of Cagebreakers, standing alongside what appears to be a half-sapphire dragon, facing an adult amethyst that suddenly fades into nothingness. Behind the group, Dessa, the lead Cagebreaker, is running alongside a group of slaves, undoubtably going toward an exit. You're confident the dragon didn't see you.*

"Care to kill a dragon?" Kilvash says with a cruel smile.

~~~

*Zass'sk, as you wait on the fringes of the battle, you notice some movement out of the corner of your eye. Out of a small crack in the wall comes a wererat deep gnome leading a group of gnome slaves as well as gnome, dwarf, and human children. Furtively looking about, the wererat begins chivvying them from one spot of cover to the next.*

~~~

*Gortag, you dash forward and slam your axe into the shoulder of the half-dragon, hearing bone crack and seeing his right arm go limp. Shouting in pain, he brings his own axe to bear, but swings wide in the confusion.*

 

[Zerth]

Zass'sk, male lizardfolk monk 8

*Zass'sk, as you wait on the fringes of the battle, you notice some movement out of the corner of your eye. Out of a small crack in the wall comes a wererat deep gnome leading a group of gnome slaves as well as gnome, dwarf, and human children. Furtively looking about, the wererat begins chivvying them from one spot of cover to the next.*

Zass'sk was laying low in the shadows behind some rocks. He had stumbled into a mine owned by the dragons and shortly after it there was an attack by skum led by mind flayers and beholders against the mine. The fight was still ravaging just some way behind and had been interesting to observe, but the lizardman had decided to take some distance from it, just in case. He liked seeing the dragon establishment being attacked, but didn't trust the mind flayers or the beholders much either. They might just decide to kill him for being one of lizardfolk. The reptilian heritage might have it's advantages aboveground if you were in peace with the dragons, but in the underdark it was more than often just a hindrance.

Everything was relatively quiet right now and Zass'sk was pondering his next course of action in the safety of his hideout, when something very odd caught his eye. First it was not much, but then certainly movement. A wererat, who seemed to be leading a group of ragged gnomes and small humans. What is this? Not something you'd expect to see around here... Yes, those must be runaway slaves, can't be anything else. Was the attack on the mine a distraction? Or just a coincidende? Interesting, someone is actually stepping on the toes and tails of the cursed dragons. Very brave attempt, even if it could end up being a foolish one. The dragons in their enormous arrogance and pride won't accept this, pursuers will be on their tails soon enough... If I was wise, I would crawl even deeper behind these stones... But then I wouldn't get to snap any necks of the dragon-followers, would I...

*A cunning smile revealing his sharp teeth formed on the face of the huge lizardman as he continued to watch the slaves flock out of the crack in the wall.*

 

[Dark Nemesis]

Alyshia Ra'nier, Drow Rogue/Wizard/Arcane Trickster HP: 55/55

*Alyshia smiled at Kilvash's words as she examined the dragon.* "It seems like a very good day for it," *she replies quietly. However, as soon as those words left her lips, the large amethyst dragon faded from view.* "They never make it easy on us, though."

*She reached into her belt pouch, feeling around until she found a walnut-sized item. She held it in her hand, and said in Undercommon,* "Spike, come help us find a dragon."