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Milo Windby's Collected Story Hour
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Waiting for Milo to update everyone on Saturday's game is what it is doing down there 
That's right...after over a month of schedule conflicts the gang is back together.
There is much blood, carnage, and death in the next update. Many nasty spells and sharp pointy teeth take a whack at the party.
Do they survive?
Tune in next time when Milo says...
"I hold my action to counterspell whatever she throws at us..."
Talk about having them on their heels!!!
That's right...after over a month of schedule conflicts the gang is back together.
There is much blood, carnage, and death in the next update. Many nasty spells and sharp pointy teeth take a whack at the party.
Do they survive?
Tune in next time when Milo says...
"I hold my action to counterspell whatever she throws at us..."
Talk about having them on their heels!!!
SpaceBaby Industries
First Post
Thereby answering the age old question: Do Frogs gloat?
Looking forward to the eventual update Milo.
Broccli_Head
Explorer
Just lettin' you know that I still stop in now and again!
The frog always gloats. I would too.
:going back to lurker:
The frog always gloats. I would too.
:going back to lurker:
Milo Windby
First Post
I will have an update today, even if it's a small one. I've gone back to school, so all of my free time at home is absorbed with class. I'm going to get to the story hour today during my slow times today at work.
And yes, there was "much blood, carnage, and death..." and "Many nasty spells and sharp pointy teeth take a whack at the party."
And yes, there was "much blood, carnage, and death..." and "Many nasty spells and sharp pointy teeth take a whack at the party."
Milo Windby
First Post
The Lost City - Part 9 (Session 32)
Raising his hand once again, Milo called on the holy power of Usamigaras to repel his undead foes. He couldn’t tell if he was becoming more adept at channeling the divine energies required, or if his god had more to spare, but Milo could feel the power flow through him. Three of the remaining four mummies could not withstand the holy light pouring from Usamigaras’ star.
”We have to take care of the mummy before the dragon can bring its full arsenal to bear!” Milo shouted to Brigit and Jeremiah over the din of battle.
Brigit nodded grimly. She advanced on the last mummy, her axe and hammer raised apart. In a blinding assault of five attacks, only one seemed to wound the hardy undead. Jeremiah joined with her as the rest of the battle shifted towards the dragon.
The maidens stared up at the terrifying sight of the black dragon. Its reptilian maw was fixed in a toothy grin as it cast its scornful gaze at the women. Strange, hissing, sibilant sounds emitted from its throat. Although Milo couldn’t understand draconic, the strange sounds had a very familiar cadence. It came to him just as the divine storm settled on the gathered maidens. Their horrible cries of anguish and pain were cut off as they fell against the whirling blades conjured by the draconic priestess. Only Kella, Pandora, and two of her lieutenants survived. On a good note, the last unturned mummy was also cut down by the spell.
The smell of ozone and the standing of hairs on end signaled a lightning bolt from Mazi. The electricity arced over their heads and into the dragon’s chest. It grinned its toothy smile again as the lightning played along its scales harmlessly. The dragon’s scales were hard to penetrate.
Meanwhile, those that were able to move headed towards the temple and under the dragon. They hoped to at least lure it from the top of the temple. Zenobea divined their strategy. She let her divine storm lapse, perhaps saving Kella and her maidens. It was only seconds before another maelstrom of whirling blades settled in the midst of the running mages. All were cut down as one. Milo clutched his skull as a mental burst of anguish rocked through him. It was as if the mages’ shrieks of pain were echoed in one culminating cry in his mind.
Only Atu and Abu were left, they had narrowly avoided the edge of the storm. Mazithra survived, but barely. She limped out of the disc of blades almost ready to drop. Milo hurried to her side and applied his healing magic.
By then the survivors had huddled below the upper ledge of the temple. The dragon took flight, her heavy wings stirred up dirt and dust from the cavern floor. She settled heavily a few yards from the temple entrance and loosed an ear-splitting roar of challenge.
Mazi stepped up to the call. ”This time, it will work!” She loosed another lightning bolt at the dragon. This time, it did work. The bolt slammed into the dragon with a thunderclap. She reeled from the pain of the arcane electricity.
Painfully aware of the damage many of his cohorts had taken, Milo chose to ready a counterspell instead of healing. He only hoped it would prove worthwhile. Zenobea hissed another sibilant chant. Milo made ready to counter whatever devastating attack she had prepared. He was disappointed when he realized all she had cast was a freedom of movement spell.
At last on equal footing with the black dragon, Brigit and Jeremiah let loose a shared battlecry. They charged toward the squatting lizard, she slipped her tongue over her jagged fangs in anticipation. Surprisingly, and showing a great deal of restraint, the two warriors stopped short of Zenobea’s sinuous reach. She snapped at them as they came close, but not close enough. The two seemed to enjoy taunting the dangerous priestess.
Kella and Milo cast some defensive spells and girded themselves for closer battle. Mazi hung back and summoned a flaming sphere near the dragon’s hindquarters. The flame was not strong enough to harm Zenobea through her thick scales though.
Brigit made her move as she hoped the sphere distracted Zenobea. The dragon’s amazing reflexes surprised her when she felt the sharp teeth clamp down through her armor. Brigit suppressed the pain and attacked. Jeremiah trusted Brigit’s assault to distract the dragon enough for his own. He took careful aim and plunged his sword into the dragon’s hide, scoring a critical hit on some vital organ. The dragon roared in rage and retaliated. Her huge wings buffeted Jeremiah and Ozar, one of Kanadius’ last lieutenants, harming Jer, but killing Ozar. Her tail slammed into Jer, but her most vicious attack was against Brigit. She raked the armored dwarf with her huge claws and clamped down again with her jaws. Brigit was hurt, but still going strong.
From a distance Mazi continued her assault with the sphere to no effect. Tears streaming down his face for his fallen brethren, Abu cast the most powerful spell he knew, Melf’s acid arrow. The dragon ignored it completely. Its body was steeped in deadly acids, the acid arrow had no effect.
The rest of the mobile troops had closed around Zenobea by now. Kella, Pandora, and the remaining maidens tried to surround the priestess, risking her deadly tail. Brigit and Jeremiah attacked from both sides, chopping away at her tough scales. Brigit, and then Jeremiah, managed to hit a critical weakness in Zenobea’s hide.
Zenobea roared again. Her flailing tail caught one of the maiden lieutenants and flung her far across the cavern to land in an unmoving heap. Her wings, claws, and teeth didn’t manage to do as much damage as before, but each of the combatants was hard pressed to avoid them.
It was apparent that the repeated assaults were wearing Zenobea down. Milo, Kella, and the remaining maidens pressed the advantage. They struck blow after blow as the dragon’s head whipped back and forth in pain.
Brigit’s next blow was more than the black-hearted priestess could withstand. With a final roar, the dragon toppled. The remaining fighters jumped back as her heavy body crashed to the ground. It had barely settled when a strange thing happened. The dragon’s scales seemed to soften and change color. Its shape shrunk and deformed. As they watched, the black faded to pink flesh, claws softened to fingers and toes, and the head formed the familiar spiteful visage of Zenobea. No sooner had she reformed than her flesh began to age rapidly. Her skin wrinkled, her hair thinned and grayed, her body took on a hunched form as her legs curled up. In moments the flesh had drawn tight against her bones and had begun to crack. The skeleton underneath was ashen white. Not even a minute had passed since Zenobea had fallen before her body crumbled to dust before their very eyes.
Each of them stood in shock for a few moments before their reverie was pierced by a loud whoop. Milo jumped and glanced to the source of the noise. Brigit was whooping with delight, ”Ah kilt a dragon! Ah kilt a dragon!” She was now dancing in Zenobea’s ashes. Milo shook his head in amusement. He guessed it wasn’t quite like urinating on an altar, but it would do.
Suddenly, a shaft of light pierced down from the cavern ceiling. Brigit stopped her whooping when she noticed everyone’s attention elsewhere. The cavern grew unnaturally quiet as they stood in rapt silence. The light didn’t have an apparent source, it just streamed down from somewhere near the top of the huge cavern. Milo wasn’t worried, it felt, he paused as he struggled for the word to describe it, right.
The light focused on a pile of rubble a few yards away, where Auriga was struck down at the start of the battle. The rubble shifted under the heavenly rays. As rocks tumbled down they were surprised to see a hand reach up to the light. Auriga lifted himself out of the pile, whole and healthy. He raised his arms to the light and said in a loud voice, ”Praise to Usamigaras!”
Raising his hand once again, Milo called on the holy power of Usamigaras to repel his undead foes. He couldn’t tell if he was becoming more adept at channeling the divine energies required, or if his god had more to spare, but Milo could feel the power flow through him. Three of the remaining four mummies could not withstand the holy light pouring from Usamigaras’ star.
”We have to take care of the mummy before the dragon can bring its full arsenal to bear!” Milo shouted to Brigit and Jeremiah over the din of battle.
Brigit nodded grimly. She advanced on the last mummy, her axe and hammer raised apart. In a blinding assault of five attacks, only one seemed to wound the hardy undead. Jeremiah joined with her as the rest of the battle shifted towards the dragon.
The maidens stared up at the terrifying sight of the black dragon. Its reptilian maw was fixed in a toothy grin as it cast its scornful gaze at the women. Strange, hissing, sibilant sounds emitted from its throat. Although Milo couldn’t understand draconic, the strange sounds had a very familiar cadence. It came to him just as the divine storm settled on the gathered maidens. Their horrible cries of anguish and pain were cut off as they fell against the whirling blades conjured by the draconic priestess. Only Kella, Pandora, and two of her lieutenants survived. On a good note, the last unturned mummy was also cut down by the spell.
The smell of ozone and the standing of hairs on end signaled a lightning bolt from Mazi. The electricity arced over their heads and into the dragon’s chest. It grinned its toothy smile again as the lightning played along its scales harmlessly. The dragon’s scales were hard to penetrate.
Meanwhile, those that were able to move headed towards the temple and under the dragon. They hoped to at least lure it from the top of the temple. Zenobea divined their strategy. She let her divine storm lapse, perhaps saving Kella and her maidens. It was only seconds before another maelstrom of whirling blades settled in the midst of the running mages. All were cut down as one. Milo clutched his skull as a mental burst of anguish rocked through him. It was as if the mages’ shrieks of pain were echoed in one culminating cry in his mind.
Only Atu and Abu were left, they had narrowly avoided the edge of the storm. Mazithra survived, but barely. She limped out of the disc of blades almost ready to drop. Milo hurried to her side and applied his healing magic.
By then the survivors had huddled below the upper ledge of the temple. The dragon took flight, her heavy wings stirred up dirt and dust from the cavern floor. She settled heavily a few yards from the temple entrance and loosed an ear-splitting roar of challenge.
Mazi stepped up to the call. ”This time, it will work!” She loosed another lightning bolt at the dragon. This time, it did work. The bolt slammed into the dragon with a thunderclap. She reeled from the pain of the arcane electricity.
Painfully aware of the damage many of his cohorts had taken, Milo chose to ready a counterspell instead of healing. He only hoped it would prove worthwhile. Zenobea hissed another sibilant chant. Milo made ready to counter whatever devastating attack she had prepared. He was disappointed when he realized all she had cast was a freedom of movement spell.
At last on equal footing with the black dragon, Brigit and Jeremiah let loose a shared battlecry. They charged toward the squatting lizard, she slipped her tongue over her jagged fangs in anticipation. Surprisingly, and showing a great deal of restraint, the two warriors stopped short of Zenobea’s sinuous reach. She snapped at them as they came close, but not close enough. The two seemed to enjoy taunting the dangerous priestess.
Kella and Milo cast some defensive spells and girded themselves for closer battle. Mazi hung back and summoned a flaming sphere near the dragon’s hindquarters. The flame was not strong enough to harm Zenobea through her thick scales though.
Brigit made her move as she hoped the sphere distracted Zenobea. The dragon’s amazing reflexes surprised her when she felt the sharp teeth clamp down through her armor. Brigit suppressed the pain and attacked. Jeremiah trusted Brigit’s assault to distract the dragon enough for his own. He took careful aim and plunged his sword into the dragon’s hide, scoring a critical hit on some vital organ. The dragon roared in rage and retaliated. Her huge wings buffeted Jeremiah and Ozar, one of Kanadius’ last lieutenants, harming Jer, but killing Ozar. Her tail slammed into Jer, but her most vicious attack was against Brigit. She raked the armored dwarf with her huge claws and clamped down again with her jaws. Brigit was hurt, but still going strong.
From a distance Mazi continued her assault with the sphere to no effect. Tears streaming down his face for his fallen brethren, Abu cast the most powerful spell he knew, Melf’s acid arrow. The dragon ignored it completely. Its body was steeped in deadly acids, the acid arrow had no effect.
The rest of the mobile troops had closed around Zenobea by now. Kella, Pandora, and the remaining maidens tried to surround the priestess, risking her deadly tail. Brigit and Jeremiah attacked from both sides, chopping away at her tough scales. Brigit, and then Jeremiah, managed to hit a critical weakness in Zenobea’s hide.
Zenobea roared again. Her flailing tail caught one of the maiden lieutenants and flung her far across the cavern to land in an unmoving heap. Her wings, claws, and teeth didn’t manage to do as much damage as before, but each of the combatants was hard pressed to avoid them.
It was apparent that the repeated assaults were wearing Zenobea down. Milo, Kella, and the remaining maidens pressed the advantage. They struck blow after blow as the dragon’s head whipped back and forth in pain.
Brigit’s next blow was more than the black-hearted priestess could withstand. With a final roar, the dragon toppled. The remaining fighters jumped back as her heavy body crashed to the ground. It had barely settled when a strange thing happened. The dragon’s scales seemed to soften and change color. Its shape shrunk and deformed. As they watched, the black faded to pink flesh, claws softened to fingers and toes, and the head formed the familiar spiteful visage of Zenobea. No sooner had she reformed than her flesh began to age rapidly. Her skin wrinkled, her hair thinned and grayed, her body took on a hunched form as her legs curled up. In moments the flesh had drawn tight against her bones and had begun to crack. The skeleton underneath was ashen white. Not even a minute had passed since Zenobea had fallen before her body crumbled to dust before their very eyes.
Each of them stood in shock for a few moments before their reverie was pierced by a loud whoop. Milo jumped and glanced to the source of the noise. Brigit was whooping with delight, ”Ah kilt a dragon! Ah kilt a dragon!” She was now dancing in Zenobea’s ashes. Milo shook his head in amusement. He guessed it wasn’t quite like urinating on an altar, but it would do.
Suddenly, a shaft of light pierced down from the cavern ceiling. Brigit stopped her whooping when she noticed everyone’s attention elsewhere. The cavern grew unnaturally quiet as they stood in rapt silence. The light didn’t have an apparent source, it just streamed down from somewhere near the top of the huge cavern. Milo wasn’t worried, it felt, he paused as he struggled for the word to describe it, right.
The light focused on a pile of rubble a few yards away, where Auriga was struck down at the start of the battle. The rubble shifted under the heavenly rays. As rocks tumbled down they were surprised to see a hand reach up to the light. Auriga lifted himself out of the pile, whole and healthy. He raised his arms to the light and said in a loud voice, ”Praise to Usamigaras!”
Broccli_Head
Explorer
I love battles against dragons!
Brigit Deeperdown
First Post
I killed a dragon
I must say that was a great session. I was hit several times but in the end it was worth sinking the final blow. Good job Frog 
I must say that was a great session. I was hit several times but in the end it was worth sinking the final blow.
Good job Frog
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