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Message: <blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 623661" data-attributes="member: 1210">Dragons!!  Or-?There's a blur of motion as the dragons bite, claw, slap their wings, whip their tails.  Alcar is pounded again and again.  The rest of the party rushes in to aid him, striking at the creatures.  It's Horbin who first notices the bolts that hold them together, and the fact that they're made of parts of multiple creatures held together.  Dexter! he thinks.  They're some sort of golems!  Alcar staggers back and concentrates on the Light.  Blood is flowing freely from a dozen wounds, he can feel multiple broken ribs, something out of place in his chest... and then he heals himself, invoking the power of Galador to bring himself back to his full health.  Even as he does so, a wing buffets him and one of the dragon-golems tears at him with unrelenting fury.  Alcar cries out in pain, staggering further back.  Sheva, Angel and Horbin land blow after blow on the monstrous creatures, but they don't even slow down.  Alcar is driven to his knees and only the power of his god preserves him; once again he fully heals himself, and once again the creatures drive him back, snapping at him, slashing with their vicious claws, beating him with their tails.Horbin steps in to heal him, and then Alcar seizes the chance he's got to attack.  "Rahhh!" he cries, swinging his mace in a terrible underhand blow at one of the drolems' face.  He shatters its teeth and snout, and it falters.  The angel screams in rage again, and brings the mace down on the rest of the head.  With a terrible snapping sound, the head comes loose and flies across the room.  The monster's body slowly topples over sideways, crashing to the floor.The other one smashes into him, tearing at Alcar's belly.  Blood splatters as it rends his stomach, smashes his face with its beating wings.  Angel throws himself at it to try to grapple it, but it shrugs him off.  And then Sheva steps in, moving almost into its chest, and slashes at it with the death knight's greatsword.  Blow after blow flashes into the monster from her, her red hair flying about her as she springs from one point to another.  A final strike just below the shoulder and she nearly cuts it in two, and it stumbles to a halt with a final roar.Panting, the group exchanges glances.  "Well," says Sheva, "this certainly is the right group for this kind of stuff.  We're virtually a party of clerics."They begin healing Alcar.  Nobody sees the slender bald figure slinking through the shadows towards them.Next Time: Who- or what- is the slender bald shadow?  Didn't I say something about mind flayers?  Stay tuned!</blockquote>

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