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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DM-Rocco" data-source="post: 1792467" data-attributes="member: 14451">Assault from the Dragon KinLizard Bait (Part 4: Assault from the Dragon Kin) By  C.E.RoccoThe lone figure of the Dragon High Lord casually tossed aside scraps from piles of trash, occasionally picking up an item to admire it for a brief second before discarding it into another pile of filth. During the War of the Lance, the Temple of Mishakal had been destroyed by a violent earthquake that proceeded the death of the sinister black Dragon Khisanth. Much of the remaining city had been destroyed and the temple was no exception. The High Lord showed little interest in this activity, his search was more like something to pass the time than any pursuit of finding something of value. “You can come in if you wish,” he said as he admired a cracked goblet he found in the ruins and quickly discarded it in favor of a dented plate. He did not look at any of the other draconian, in fact, other than acknowledging their presence with words, it would have appeared that he paid them need heed at all. Krothan ignored the man who held so little regard towards the draconian that he didn’t even bother to look in their direction. With hand gestures and body movements he signaled for the others to get into place. The high pitched chirping of the draconian leader sent the signal to the others. From the rafters six Sivak draconians glided on the drafts of air, armed with long spears, they descended in a tight spiral meaning to spear their enemy. From the dark of the night a pack of Baaz shifted in the shadows. Only a keen eye could see them and only if closely observed. Further from the rear of the temple the slightest creak betrayed the drawing of bows with poison tipped arrows from Kapaks. Unseen to the naked eye, more cleverly concealed than the Baaz who hide in shadow, the Bozak used magic to turn light in such a way as to make them invisible. The first of the Sivaks was descending swiftly and mostly in silence and as he closed the gap to the ground his sweeping circles got tighter and faster. In an instance he had the self proclaimed High Lord in his sights braced himself for the impact of the spear driving through the body of the man. Krothan looked on in glee as the Sivak gently glided be hind the man, ten feet, five feet, impact. Only the man was not their, in the last second before the spear tip was to come into contact with the man, he vanished in the blink of an eye and the Sivak, prepared for the impact of flesh through steel and wood, tumbled end over end on the ground as he over extended himself. The color drained from the scaly face of Krothan as he scanned the temple ruins for a sign of him. He appeared for a brief second by the hidden shadows of the Baaz and then he was gone, in his wake a wall of flame encircled the Baaz, as if he could see the hidden draconians.  Scanning the temple again he soon found the man at the base of ancient pillars, right under foot of the invisible Bozak, but his time it was not only Krothan who had seen the man appear, the Bozak had seen him as well. Spidery words filled the air as the ancient words of magic rolled off of forked tongues. Glowing white missiles flew from scaly fingers towards their mark, the lone so-called High Lord. The High Lord seemed to be casting some sort of spell as well for he seemed self-absorbed in concentrating on something. The glowing white missiles closed in on the High Lord and exploded on impact, but they did not harm the High Lord as planned, instead they impacted on an invisible shield, which absorbed them and dispersed them as harmless light. Krothan’s jaw dropped at the ineffectiveness of draconian magic, but his jaw unhinged when he saw the high Lord raise his arms to the ceiling and complete a spell of his own. Krothan could not see the Bozaks but he knew from years of planning for every contingency where they would most likely be and in that area a thick greenish cloud filled the air and one-by-one the Bozaks began to cough and choke on the st3nch of the magical mist. In the blink of another eye, Krothan lost track of the High Lord again as he disappeared. Over the coarse of the next couple of minutes he watched in helplessness as the High Lord blinked in and out, from one side of the temple to the other, time and time again. Sometimes he would cast spells, using magic to increase his size, flash bolts of lightning at draconians, sheathing his body in wreaths of flame or to mimic the actions of his draconian combatants, appearing to look just like them. Other times he would tease them be appearing behind them, spooking them with pokes, jabs or laughter.  Krothan watched helpless, he could do nothing, he could not begin to attack the man, for he disappeared and reappeared to quickly to catch. Chaos ruled the scene and the High Lord was the master of that scene. He could only bark orders, occasionally giving commands in the nick of time to avoid a draconian loss , but over all he felt helpless. Then, in the heat of the battle, it happened, he lost track of the High Lord. The only thing he could do in the battle was to give warning to his troops and now he could not even do that. How could this happen under his command? How could this one man over power his troops? How was he able to see the invisible Bozaks? How could it all happen? “Are you done Krothan?” came a voice from behind him. Krothan frantically turned to face the man behind the voice and for his effort he was easily lifted off of his feet by a huge metal clad hand. The wind was knocked out of him as the figure of the High Lord thrust him hard into the stone wall. Krothan could not breath, his ribs were cracked and the world was slipping away in a pool of inky black.   </blockquote>

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