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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Whizbang Dustyboots" data-source="post: 3875344" data-attributes="member: 11760">Katadid blinks as the dark shape moves across the light. It only takes him a fraction of a second to assemble the silhouette into a full creature, one he'd previously spotted on the shoulder of an alumnus visiting Redhurst when he was a student."Oh, dear," he says, the color draining from his face. "DRAGON! PSEUDODRAGON! SCORPION TAIL! POISON! BAD! BAD!""Rodger, no! don't summon your powerful hawk!" Tock screams, beginning a magical song of summoning."Dishonesty is also among the bearded one's faults, madam!" Renraw shouts over his shoulder. "I summoned no hawk. Now good day!"The wizard turns tail and runs for the exit."'Slow of thought?'" Ragglus mutters.Looking back over his shoulder, Renraw recognizes the pseudodragon for what it is as it flies at him, although his masters back at St. Feldin's never described them as being quite so dark-scaled or looking quite so vicious.A cry rips through the air and a celestial hawk flies at the pseudodragon even as a blur of color explodes from Katadid's hand. With a snarl, the dragon resists the effect of the other wizard's spell.Ragglus' tiny bow fires true, though, and the pseudodragon roars with anger as the tiny arrow embeds itself into the dragon's scaly flank."No one strikes Blackspine and lives!"Its eyes bright with light reflected from an unearthly source, the celestial hawk screeches and attempts to smite the dark-scaled pseudodragon, but misses, buffeted away by the dragon's leathery wing. The bird screams in outrage, whirling for another attack before it vanishes in a moment's time."Die, intruder!" Faster than Renraw's wide eyes can follow, the pseudodragon's stinger-tipped tail lashes around, stabbing the wizard in the chest before pulling free once more.The wizard is about to respond -- probably by begging for his life -- when he finds himself wondering what sort of poison would be in a pseudodragon's stinger. Surely they covered this at St. Feldin's. Why, he can picture the class perfectly ...The rest of the Gentlemen Delvers see Renraw's face go slack, and he collapses to the ground, asleep.Blackspine turns towards the others and roars."Oh," Katadid backs up quickly behind Ragglus and hopes the hawk can manage to distract the pseudodragon well enough. Ragglus switches to his shield and spear as quickly as he can, anticipating that they'll be next.Tock begins to sing:"The one to slay that dragonGets a tasty flagon.Then the loot we'll all be draggin'and that bailiff I'll be shaggin'.The mead bought by the rest,For proof that he's the best.Distract it if you can,So I can heal our cannon man.And if Renraw is dead,WE WILL PAINT THIS CAVERN REDWith the blood of that foul beastWatch out, bitch, we're pissed!"The hawk darts at the pseudodragon again in the chamber, a giant roc in comparison to its summoner. But the pseudodragon protects itself by beating its wings furiously to keep the talons away, and when Blackspine looks again, the hawk has vanished back to where it came.The pseudodragon begins an incantation as Tock sings and Ragglus prepares for melee combat."A spell? They shouldn't ... they can't," There's a flicker of recognition on Kat's face. And then terror. "SPREAD OUT, NOW! OTHERWISE HE'LL BURN US ALL!A spindle of energy streaks from Katadid's fingertip, wounding the chanting Blackspine. More importantly, the spell has the desired effect: the dragon's spell is interrupted and wasted. Blackspine roars in frustration."AT LEAST 16 FEET APART! DON'T GIVE HIM ANY GROUPS TO TARGET! HIT FROM A DISTANCE!" Katadid yells out the instructions on the run as he moves further away while reaching for a scroll.</blockquote>

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