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Session 56, Part Four - Tyrant's Vengeance
And so Gupta, Quratulain and Uru were joined in their attack on Venkio by Sevitar Anrathi – and from above by Ascodel, Andrei and Amielle.
Ascodel descended in a flash of lightning and struck at the tyrant, barely dodging its claws.
Uru quickly realised that his sharp shuriken and poisons wouldn’t do much to harm Venkio. Where were the fleshy weak points on a skeletal dragon? So he called upon his affinity with the spirits of the city and darted eastwards, through the walls, heading for the throne room to head off the necromancer. Sevitar Anrathi circled round the dragon too, slipping physically into the shadows, in pursuit of his nemesis, San. But Venkio sensed him and reached out with spectral ‘chains’, enslaving Sevitar to his tyrannical will.
Andrei dive-bombed Venkio, and hit its hind quarters so forcefully that the dragon’s back legs gave out and it scrabbled for purchase on the marble floor of the entrance hall.
Quratulain drew her new dragonslayer sword and struck the dragon a mighty blow. The dragon roared in fury: this was the very same weapon that had originally slain it, hence its presence in the royal treasury, and Venkio recognised its sting! Despite having no guts, no throat, no innards at all, the dragon belched a gout of acid that struck Quratulain full force and burned chunks out of the marble pillars too. This was hideous stuff, but the dragonslayer helped prevent much of the worst damage, although Quratulain could see that it was corroding her metal shell terribly. Just then Sevitar Anrathi loomed out of the shadows and struck at her with his greatsword. “I will defend you, master,” he intoned. Quratulain parried the strike, then lashed out again at Venkio, not with the dragonslayer this time, but with her armblade, a weapon capable of prying open a foe’s defences and leaving them exposed to greater harm.
Venkio roared in anger at her defiance and belched forth a second gout of acid, though this one was not aimed at its foes. This directed blast ate a wider hole where the artillery shells had already created one – wide enough for a dragon to fit through. And so Venkio flexed his wings and – although they were mere fingers of bone – took to the air, scrabbling through the hole he had created and launching into the sky in a clumsy arc. Having finished with the lantern, Korrigan watched it go, trying to figure out if Venkio had been dealt with. He could not be sure.
Moments later, Rumdoom arrived on his clockwork carriage and looked around, disappointedly. “What’s all this about a dragon?” he asked.
By now, Uru had reached the throne room, his path through man-made structures cleared by the spirits of the city. But his way was now blocked by the immense back of a gargantuan creature. Squamous and muscular, it lay on its side, gripped by sudden paroxysms, bellowing in helpless agony. It was an ancient red dragon – a live one – and its thrashing was sufficient to take out walls and pillars, and to threaten the collapse of the entire throne room.
End of Session
And so Gupta, Quratulain and Uru were joined in their attack on Venkio by Sevitar Anrathi – and from above by Ascodel, Andrei and Amielle.
Ascodel descended in a flash of lightning and struck at the tyrant, barely dodging its claws.
Uru quickly realised that his sharp shuriken and poisons wouldn’t do much to harm Venkio. Where were the fleshy weak points on a skeletal dragon? So he called upon his affinity with the spirits of the city and darted eastwards, through the walls, heading for the throne room to head off the necromancer. Sevitar Anrathi circled round the dragon too, slipping physically into the shadows, in pursuit of his nemesis, San. But Venkio sensed him and reached out with spectral ‘chains’, enslaving Sevitar to his tyrannical will.
Andrei dive-bombed Venkio, and hit its hind quarters so forcefully that the dragon’s back legs gave out and it scrabbled for purchase on the marble floor of the entrance hall.
Quratulain drew her new dragonslayer sword and struck the dragon a mighty blow. The dragon roared in fury: this was the very same weapon that had originally slain it, hence its presence in the royal treasury, and Venkio recognised its sting! Despite having no guts, no throat, no innards at all, the dragon belched a gout of acid that struck Quratulain full force and burned chunks out of the marble pillars too. This was hideous stuff, but the dragonslayer helped prevent much of the worst damage, although Quratulain could see that it was corroding her metal shell terribly. Just then Sevitar Anrathi loomed out of the shadows and struck at her with his greatsword. “I will defend you, master,” he intoned. Quratulain parried the strike, then lashed out again at Venkio, not with the dragonslayer this time, but with her armblade, a weapon capable of prying open a foe’s defences and leaving them exposed to greater harm.
Venkio roared in anger at her defiance and belched forth a second gout of acid, though this one was not aimed at its foes. This directed blast ate a wider hole where the artillery shells had already created one – wide enough for a dragon to fit through. And so Venkio flexed his wings and – although they were mere fingers of bone – took to the air, scrabbling through the hole he had created and launching into the sky in a clumsy arc. Having finished with the lantern, Korrigan watched it go, trying to figure out if Venkio had been dealt with. He could not be sure.
Moments later, Rumdoom arrived on his clockwork carriage and looked around, disappointedly. “What’s all this about a dragon?” he asked.
By now, Uru had reached the throne room, his path through man-made structures cleared by the spirits of the city. But his way was now blocked by the immense back of a gargantuan creature. Squamous and muscular, it lay on its side, gripped by sudden paroxysms, bellowing in helpless agony. It was an ancient red dragon – a live one – and its thrashing was sufficient to take out walls and pillars, and to threaten the collapse of the entire throne room.
End of Session
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