World of Low'verok

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Gaoi, you begin casting you spell, lighting your candle, and summoning forth the creature you desire.*

*Damien, Rokelsh, and Syrrian continue their assault on the dragonic apparition, as the true Skord's thrashings grow weaker as it continues to lie in his pond, Whitefire clamped to his throat.*

*Rokelsh's sword slashes through the middle of the thing, and something like thick water splatters on the ground like blood. Syrrian's longsword carves out another wound on its left side, while Damien's mace hammers on its right. Noddy, overlooked until now, has snuck over to the falled form of the dragon, and with cruel precision, slices his dagger through the wound that Rokelsh had given it, drawing a renewed gout of blood.*

*From the cave mouth, Elexia and a massive, black-scaled handsome half-orc woman with wings and horns pound toward you. The half-orc woman seems surprised by what is happening.*

*The apparition slashes out in all directions, as if determined to take its attackers with it. Its transparent claws gouge into Damien's side, and its phantom fangs gash Rokelsh's leg wide open.*

OOC: Rokelsh, 8 points of damage, Damien, 5 points of damage.

 

[Guest 11456]

Gaoi Gustwig : Air Genasi Wizard 2

*Gaoi, you begin casting you spell, lighting your candle, and summoning forth the creature you desire.*

As Gaoi finishes his summoning a celestial giant fire beetle appears next to the apparition and is ready to attack.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

"Please mylady If you can stop this before anyone further is harmed!" Elexia yells over the sound of battle. She clutches her staff to her and calls forth a healing spell casting it at range on Rokelsh.
ooc: she has the reach spell feat. and she will dump Enthrall to cast cure moderate wounds. (2d8+3)

 

[Jemal]

"Damien!" Rokelsh shouts in concern for his comrade, ignoring his own wound as he grips his sword in both hands and brings it to bear on the aparition with all his might.
(OOC: Power attack for 3, so +6 to hit, 2d6+11 damage)

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Gaoi's fire beetle appears next to Skord and bites the dragon apparition hard with its pinchers. Damien grimices at his own wounds but tries to swing again at the ghostly form, missing. Rokelsh's sword delves deep into the apparition, which finally vanishes with a strangled scream. Noddy slashes again with his dagger and Whitefire continues to clamp her jaws on the dragon's throat.*

*Elexia runs toward the group, shouting to the half-orc woman to end this. The woman looks at the dragon, and starts to slow. You can all see wounds on the dragon that were not there before, though they look like the ones you gave the apparition. The dragon is stilling his struggles, his mighty chest slowing, his eyes glazing. With a final shudder, Skord lies still.*

*The woman walks over to his massive head, next to one of his golden, cat-pupiled eyes and places her clawed hand near it. Elexia and Noddy can see that her eyes and the dragon's are identical.*

"I'm sorry, Ancestor," she says softly.

*Whitefire, still in crocodile form slowly unclamps her jaws from Skord's throat and slides onto dry land.*

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Elexia sighs and walks over to the dragons body. "Has he passed?" She is shaking. It's rare to see the White Mother so rattled but she sees her friends wounded and the dragon even in it current condition fightens her.

White the rest are doing thier thing she will break out her scrolls of Cure light Wounds and heal the worst wounded. (4 scrolls)

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"He has," says the orc woman, and sighs heavily. "I need to thank you for freeing my from my prison. And for letting my ancestor to go his final rest. He had been having dreams about me, as I am related to him. The dreams... visions really, drove him to madness and despair. I went unknowingly to him, and he imprisoned me as a kind of perverse prize. But his visions did not stop, and I am not sure what caused them. He lashed out at everyone... I am sorry for those who have suffered because of him."

*Elexia, Damien and Rokelsh are both somewhat hurt.*

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Elexia smiles weakly and says. "Your welcome. We are here to help the village of lizardfolk and see if we could heal Skord. Death is a type of healing as well. I wish it had not come to this."
She will heal the others first leaving herself for last.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Damien and Rokelsh both look much better for the wear after the healing, and you have a single scroll to heal yourself as well. Whitefire shifts back into her normal form and uses her own magic to heal her wounds.*

*The half-dragonc orcish woman heads over to the group, pausing once to let a raven land upon her shoulder. She keeps glancing over at Skord's body, but finally fixes her gaze on you all.*

"I am Kulgore Dragoneye, heir of the Dragoneye noble house, and I thank you for releasing my from my prison," she says, her voice rumbling.

*Gaoi, you remember hearing rumors, old rumors, about how one of the Dragoneye daughters had been captured in an orc raid. She was returned a month later, and less than eight months after that she had an orcish child. It was assumed the child was taken into exile or something of the sort, but apparently this wasn't the case. Sorcerous blood runs thick in the Dragoneye family, and you know that some sorcerers can tap into their draconic heritage. It is apparent that Kulgore has done so.*

[OOC - Rokelsh you're healed a total of 17, Elexia you heal yourself for 9]

 

[Guest 11456]

Gaoi Gustwig : Air Genasi Wizard 2

"I am Kulgore Dragoneye, heir of the Dragoneye noble house, and I thank you for releasing my from my prison," she says, her voice rumbling.

*Gaoi, you remember hearing rumors, old rumors, about how one of the Dragoneye daughters had been captured in an orc raid. She was returned a month later, and less than eight months after that she had an orcish child. It was assumed the child was taken into exile or something of the sort, but apparently this wasn't the case. Sorcerous blood runs thick in the Dragoneye family, and you know that some sorcerers can tap into their draconic heritage. It is apparent that Kulgore has done so.*

"Hmmmm! I remember hearing of the Dragoneye family. So you are a Dragoneye? I am pleased to meet you ma'am."

He bows as he speaks the last sentence.