Strahd's "RttToEE" CLOSED

[stonegod]

The asks for a scale and tooth or claw from the dragon---one to be used as a mirror, the other for a potential new dagger. But he was not particularly interested in scaling the whole thing.

Seeing the wizard's feathered ruffled, the Kid looks at the less battle tested elf. "You saw how that thing got my shoulder." He points to the wound recently healed by Miltiades. "That might have killed you. Best not to be so close. In addition, I'm trained to move about the field of battle---let me distract it while Korbryn gets close. We don't need to lose anyone else."

The Kid then helps pile up all their gear on their mounts before heading back to town.

 

[s@squ@tch]

Lenuran of Lortmills

The gnome looks somewhat shellshocked, as he was brought to deaths door and back within mere moments.

Looking on with some disinterest at the dwarf skinning the blue wyrm's corpse, his eyes lose their focus and his mind beings to wander.

"This was supposed to be something of a fact finding mission, Lenuran, and all you've found is battle and death. Where will this end?"

He continues to ponder his future for what seems like minutes, but finds himself snapped back to reality by the clerics call to arms -- was there something else coming from the south hallway?

After it is deemed that the encounter is truly over, Lenuran mentions aloud,"Well done my friends. You all were able to take that dragon down incredibly quick this time around -- well done."

"On the morrow, I need to go shopping for a ranged instrument of some kind, either a bow or crossbow, so that I can help out in the heat of battle -- I might be able to score a lucky hit once in a while, instead of sit back and spin yarns and such."

"But I still cannot wait to warm my old bones in front of Ostler's enormous hearth and peruse this here journal and other notes that we've gathered from this vile place."

 

[Rhun]

"The wyrm may 'ave still been a 'urting from our first run-in." The dwarf shrugs as he continues his work. "Either way, we got 'im this time. Foul, treacherous beast."

 

[Voadam]

Miltiades shakes his head, feeling a little addled at the implications of what they've found and what the gnome has done to himself. He looks at his shaking hand, still chilled from the unnatural cold. With an act of will he steadies it. He turns to regard the gnome. "For tonight I ask that you refrain from reading these unholy tomes, Lenuran. We are still evaluating the effects of the Dark Power on you and tracts of madness will not aid you if you face trials of your soul. I will read them over tonight, but you need to focus on discovering the change that has been wrought upon you by taking the dark blessing. We will confer once I have read through them."

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

While Korbryn skins the dragon, Thandis goes to fetch the horses, only to return ten minutes later from the thick canopy with blood and tears, the horses, those that some of you raised from childhood and handled them for years were butchered to death by the dragon's breath, fangs and claws.

Korbryn skinning skill is not something for him to be proud of, butchering and skinning skill found to be hard, fortunately for him, he haven't destroyed it all, a nice piece of back scales will be sufficient for boots and maybe even a new scabbard.

 

[DEFCON 1]

"The horses were killed?!? Aw!!!" Ithiken takes a few strides over and kicks the side of the dragon corpse in frustration. "You deserved to be killed, you big dumb lizard! Damned to the hells! Now we have to walk the whole way?!?"

He glances over at the dwarf who now has large slabs of dragon scales but no way to transport them. "Good luck with those, Korbryn. Hope your back holds up." The elf sighs in annoyance again, then walks out of the building and into the moathouse courtyard, starting his long journey home.

 

[Rhun]

Korbryn raises an eyebrow at Ithiken's words. "Me back? I could carry ye elf, as well as that dragon hide." The dwarf flexes his heavily muscled arms as if to prove his point. "I'm not fer trustin' them horses, anyway. Likely ta throw ye, they be."

 

[s@squ@tch]

Lenuran of Lortmills

Miltiades shakes his head, feeling a little addled at the implications of what they've found and what the gnome has done to himself. He looks at his shaking hand, still chilled from the unnatural cold. With an act of will he steadies it. He turns to regard the gnome. "For tonight I ask that you refrain from reading these unholy tomes, Lenuran. We are still evaluating the effects of the Dark Power on you and tracts of madness will not aid you if you face trials of your soul. I will read them over tonight, but you need to focus on discovering the change that has been wrought upon you by taking the dark blessing. We will confer once I have read through them."

He looks rather skeptically at the priest,"Methinks you are being a bit paranoid Miltiades, out of everything that transpired in the dark recesses of that pit, I can honestly say the only thing that has endured upon me is perhaps a bit more wisdom."

"So, if by not perusing the papers and other works of writing this evening will purge these thoughts from your mind, then so be it."

"Although I would like to read them before we set forth to the site of the original Temple."

 

[stonegod]

The Kid kicks the dragon's corpse. Skirmish was his oldest friend, and now... gone.

He says little as the others blather on, and sullenly waits until they can go back.

 

[Rhun]

Korbryn finishes his work with the dragon's body, rolling the scaled hide into a roll that he binds with twine and then throws overs his shoulder. "Ah, I be lookin' forward t' a nice, cool mug o' ale. Shall we?"