Vasorn, the World Under Dragonfire

*The mind flayers dash deeper into the cave, and you can easily keep up with your own swift pace, the beholder dashing silently behind. You hear some faint yells behind you, but they don't seem to be getting closer. As you draw nearer and slip through some small passages, eventually the group of slaves and the duergar woman come into view. She halts the Sekyen out of earshot and listens to what she has to say, then converses shortly with her. She jerks her head to the slaves, and two limping old dwarves come out of the crowd. The two mind flayers go to them, speak to them briefly, and lay a hand on their head. Then they lead the two out of side passage and do not return.*

*The beholder has floated up, keeping six eyes on you, and the other four on your backtrail. The duergar woman looks you over carefully, and comes to within conversational distance, though not striking distance.*

"This day has been full of surprises. Tell me scale-kin, why do you kill dragons when you could live among them in luxury and safety?" she asks, her voice grating and low.
 

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Isida Kep'Tukari said:
"This day has been full of surprises. Tell me scale-kin, why do you kill dragons when you could live among them in luxury and safety?" she asks, her voice grating and low.
*Zass'sk looks calmly at the duergar woman.*

"Luxury? Safety? I once thought like that."

*The lizardman pauses as painful memories are brought back to his mind.*

"But I was a fool. Luxury at what price? Noone is safe from dragonkind. My tribe had been peaceful nature-dwellers for countless generations. They killed our elders just because they used nature-magic. They said it was the law. What about the tradition of the lizardkin? We were only keepers and observers of nature's cycles, no threat to anyone as powerful as dragons. But they had to make an example, killing elders was not enough, the whole tribe had to be punished."

Zass'sk's voice lowers to a silent hiss. "I will not respect such law. I will not serve the murderers of my tribe."
 

"There's one among us like you, who lived amongst them and was betrayed. I find they make the best Cagebreakers. I can help you scale-kin, but know you won't be led to our places of safety, that you won't be using our resources, until we can be sure of you. We've been tricked in the past by those claiming to be sincere and then stabbing us in the back. So, you will help us escape, and fight if need be. Grathax, if you would be so kind, could you keep one of your formidable eyes on this one until we reach a place of hiding?" the woman says.

*The beholder, Grathax you assume, gives a hollow chuckle and floats forward a bit.*

"Be nice now, scale-kin, I killed two of your kind not two days ago for working with the dragons, and their blood was very sweet..." it croons to you.

*The mind flayers return after several minutes and have an odd, flushed quality to their skin. More than one of the slaves turn slightly green, looking at them, and quickly avert their eyes. The duergar woman starts chivvying them along, occasionally going back to hide tracks.*
 

Isida Kep'Tukari said:
*The beholder, Grathax you assume, gives a hollow chuckle and floats forward a bit.*

"Be nice now, scale-kin, I killed two of your kind not two days ago for working with the dragons, and their blood was very sweet..." it croons to you.
*Zass'sk feels a touch of fear and disgust looking at the mighty beholder, but on the outside he remains calm.*

"Do as you must, many-eyes, but know, that Zass'sk is as good as his word."
 

Alyshia Ra'nier, Wizard/Rogue/Arcane Trickster

“Thank you, stranger,” Zykovian replied, “I doubt I would have been successful without your aid.”

"It was my pleasure," she said with a smile. She hoped that they did not meet much more resistance like that, though. She had burned through some of her more effective combat spells. She checked to make sure no one was trying to sneak up the hallway they had just come from, before approaching the group. As she went, she added, "Come on down, Spike. I don't think the dragon will be trying to chew on anything any longer."

When she reached the group, she nodded in greeting to those she might know, and introducing herself to those whom she did not.
 

"Finally, someone worth to fight."

Entering rage, he will now aim for the half-dragon itself.

OCC: Full attack
+22/+17/+12 (+1 Adamantium Greataxe: 1d12 +16, 19/x3)
AC: 19
He is wearing his buckler, and the penalty to attack is already added to his attack bonus.
 

"Do as you must, many-eyes, but know, that Zass'sk is as good as his word."
"I'm sure you are little one, but we've been deceived before in the past. Surely you do not begrudge us our caution," the beholder says with a smirk.

*You hustle along after the slaves for several minutes, and finally the duergar woman pulls out of wand and begins to make several of the slaves invisible. These she (you assume by the gestures) hands over to the mind flayers, and they break off down a different passage. She is left with the healtiest-looking slaves, and takes off at a faster pace down a larger passage.*

"I caught a hint of something on the wind, and we need a distraction. They're coming, get ready," she hisses, as they reach a cavern honeycombed with small openings. She boosts the slaves into the openings, and several of them give exclaimations as they begin to bring the crossbows hidden there to the forefront. "Stay hidden until we need your help," she snarls at them, and they obediently pull back into the depths of their hiding places. The female mind flayer returns, coming from the exiting corridor, and takes her place behind one of the several boulders that litter this broad cavern. The beholder floats up to the ceiling in order to get the best view.

"I saw them, a young dragon and about a half-dozen dragonkin, heavily armed. It's a retrieval team," the mindflayer hisses, pulling out a long crystal.

"Get ready to make good on your promises, scale-kin," the duergar woman says, using her magic to shimmer out of view, "This is going to get ugly."

*The roars of the enraged dragon suddenly fill the corridor, and you can hear several of the slaves whimper in fear.*

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*Alyshia, Spike floats down from the ceiling, grumbling quietly.*

"Well that was messy enough, wasn't it? Are we going to rob the dragons blind now? That would really tweak their noses," Spike says, landing precisely on top of Alyshia's head.

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*Gortag, you slash your axe once into the half-dragon, ripping hard across his belly, but your other two slashes miss entirely as the wily half-dragon slips aside.*

"You think you can hurt Torvex, slave? That was a mere scratch to me! You will die on my blades today and by days end that pretty armor will be on one more deserving of it!" he taunts, his sword flicking in and out of your guard in surprisingly painful thrusts to your ribs, thigh, and shoulder. The two dragonkin slash at you twice each, but each are only able to strike once, as your armor takes the brunt of their second attacks. But the first ones do carry a sting to them.

*At the other end of the hall, one of the dragonkin slashes his axe again into Ishmael, ripping open his chest and dropping the elegant elf. Renea, in lion form, gives a roar and charges the other one, ripping and biting with her claws and teeth, nearly eviscerating the second one. But it manages to stay upright, and retaliates two more heavy axe blows that open up identical wounds on the lion's shoulders.*

[OOC - Gortag got a 39, 18 (natural 1), and 14 for his attacks, hitting once for 27 points of damage. Dragonkin #1 got a 26 and a 16 to attack, hitting once for 10 points of damage. Dragonkin #2 got a 30 and a 12 to attack, hitting once for 11 points of damage. The half-dragon got a 36, 24, and 23 on his two-bladed sword attacks, hitting three times for a total of 46 points of damage. His bite only hit a 10 and missed.

Ishmael crits once with a natural twenty and a 22 to confirm, and rolled a 1 for his second attack. He does 12 points of damage to the 3rd dragonkin. Renea (as a dire lion) charges and does a full pounce attack, hitting 31 and 23 with two claws and 22 with her bite. She does not successfully grapple. She does a total of 31 points of damage to the 4th dragonkin.

Ishmael had 51 hit points, and had lost 10 during the fight in the corridor. He then lost 34 more when the two dragonkin attacked him, and then was hit once more (1st attack was a 14 and missed, second attack was a 22 and hit) for 13 points of damage and is now at -3. Renea gets hit twice (AC is 15, gets hit with a 23 and a 25) for a total of 27 points of damage. Renea is now at 37/60 hit points.]
 

Zykovian, Half Sapphire Dragon Fighter/Rogue: 57/101 hps, 0pps

Zykovian gathered what he knew of Kelvarix’s equipment, then turned to the hoard entrance. ’Ribs still hurt somewhat from the pounding,’ Zykovian thought, ’Another little claw or two would go a long way to helping . . . especially now.'

Zykovian saw Antiphia and tried to remember what he knew of her . . . ’Would be become violent at the death of her former master, or would she be thankful and escape,’ Zykovian thought.

He prepared for both options as he nodded toward her. He hadn’t heard anything from Grim so he was playing this one by ear.

“Antiphia, may the blessing of long life be upon you,” Zykovian said by way of greeting. “If you wish to be among your own again, free from your master, now is the time to step forth and help. We can get you away from here to safety . . . and freedom, if you wish it.”

OOC: Down 2 Real and 42 Subdual
 
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Isida Kep'Tukari said:
"I saw them, a young dragon and about a half-dozen dragonkin, heavily armed. It's a retrieval team," the mindflayer hisses, pulling out a long crystal.

"Get ready to make good on your promises, scale-kin," the duergar woman says, using her magic to shimmer out of view, "This is going to get ugly."

*The roars of the enraged dragon suddenly fill the corridor, and you can hear several of the slaves whimper in fear.*
"It will be my pleasure," Zass'sk replies to the duergar.

*The lizardman moves behind a boulder and wields The Whispertree, his trusted tonfa. He closes his eyes and concentrates briefly, and when his eyes are open once again the wound inflicted by the amethyst dragon's bite is gone.*

(OOC: Used Wholeness of Body to heal 12 damage, 6 points remain for the day. Zass'sk is back to full health again.)
 

*Antiphia looks out around the edge of the doorway, her face a mask of fear. She wears a rather skimpy slave's outfit made of steel and silver, and a great deal of silver jewelry. Kelvarix decorated her as he would anything else in his hoard. However, the source of her fear becomes apparent immediatly. The woman is quite pregnant, most likely with a half-dragon baby. She would be both slow to run and carrying a potential traitor in her womb.*

"I want-" she starts, and then has to take a deep breath, her voice breaking with fear and sorrow, "I want to get away from here, please, free me." You have a feeling she means that very sincerely; she wants freedom, one way or another.

*Looking past the girl you can see a shallow drift of coins that form a bed for her dragon master, along with a great deal of precious art objects, probably some of the magical. A table set up along one side is covered with sheets of precious metals, baskets of cut and uncut gems, and various tools needed to make and embellish precious objects. No doubt Antiphia is a skilled artisan... in many areas.*

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*Zass'sk, your wounds close as the first four dragonkin come into view. They wear scale armor enameled to look like amethyst dragon scales; a mark of high favor. They are bearing elaborate crossbows that seem to be holding five bolts at once. They are repeating crossbows, expensive weapons only used by the elite, and all bear greatswords that seem to be made of purple crystal. Small colored stones whip around their heads as they sniff the air.*

*The dragon is not yet in view; apparently it is using the dragonkith as bait to draw out the resistance. The other resistance fighters are scattered around behind boulders in the thirty-foot wide chamber. The four dragonkin are in a loose cluster, about ten feet away from each other, and about twenty feet away from where the chamber begins.*

[OOC - Initiative
Zass'sk - 18
Sekyen - 14
Dessa - 13
Retrievers - 10]
 

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