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Message: <blockquote data-quote="arwink" data-source="post: 491522" data-attributes="member: 2292">Wednesday, August 16th, 518 AF, continued Utreshimon, the dragon, hovers in the air above the courtyard.  It looks down on the gnats that oppose it, trying to force their way into its new lair.  The axe-wielding dwarf is picking itself up at the bottom the stairs, keeping a wary eye on the hovering dragon as it pulls a crystal vial from a belt pouch.  As the dwarf drinks the liquid, several of the wounds Utreshimon inflicted heal.The second dwarf, armed with a crossbow, fires a bold from its vantage point near the outside wall.  The bolt clatters accross Utreshimon's scales.  The dwarf is also screaming at the elven wizard, telling him to cast spells before it's too late.  The wizard is pale and frightened, huddled against the stone as he casts. The rapid beat of the dragons wings stirs up the debris scattered among the flagstone, raising a cloud of dust that blocks the dragons sight of his prey.  His keen senses can still sense them in the cloud below, and he hears the wizard complete a spell and smells a sudden crackle of flame.  Utreshimon gives a breif laugh of amusement at the wizards feeble spell, until the rolling ball of flame lept out of the mist and scorched a scaled flank.  It's a minor wound, but the unexpectedness of the attack stuns the dragon.  He roars in suprise and breathes another bolt of lightening into the mist, listening to cries of horror from those below.Of the four adventurers, only Yip is free from the blinding effects of the dust.  He can see Taranos' bolts rising out of the mist, the strange sight of Warwind's ball of flame leaping out in futile attempts to strike the dragon, and hear the rumbling curses of Durhon when the dwarf realises the dragon isn't going to return to melee combat.  None of Yips companions can see the dragon, and the kobold can tell they are doomed if the dragon remains in the air, whipping up the cloud of dust.  Yip grits his teeth, his tail twiching in aggitation.  He can think of only one chance, and even then it seems a longshot.  He pulls a bola free from his belt and starts whirling it above his head.  Traditionally his order is trianed in the weapon to help stop fleeing theives, and Yip has seen the masters achieve some truly miraculous things with the weapon, but after four years in the war he's had little chance to use the weapon in combat and he's never brought down anything larger than a fleeing gazzel.  THe mighty limbs of the dragon would shred the weapon in seconds - his only chance is to entangle the franticly beating wings.  Muttering a short prayer to St Cuthbert, he lets loose with the weapon.  The spinning weights carry it towards the flying creature with unerring accuracy, and Yip cannot contain his cry of triumph as Utreshimon's wings are tangled together, bringing the flying dragon crashing to the ruined courtyard below...</blockquote>

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