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seeing that the dragon isn't moving Gli'lix moves to E2 and uses Easy Target, stealth - (1d20+6) to see if i can sneak attack him
Attack: (1d20+7) vs. AC
Hit: (2d10+4) damage, and the target is slowed and grants combat advantage to you (save ends both).
Miss: Half damage, and the target grants combat advantage to you until the end of your next turn.
if sneak (2d6+4)
Never come between a Dwarf and his Ale
Gli'lix rushes forward attempting to take the Dragon by surprise but fails to do so. The Bugbear thrusts forward with his massive rapier, the point of the blade managed to slip through the dragons armored scales. The Dragon roars with pain, lifting its front legs off the ground as it beats its wings.
Mon rushes forward an instant later, letting his flail fly into the Dragon but the Dragons reaction from the Bugbear's attack causes the flail to miss by mere inches.
She-Who-Walks runs around the flailing Mon and raises her spear as the Dragon's front comes crashing back down. The spear manages to draw blood but only just so. She shouts a challenge at the Dragon, causing it's attentions to be turned to the wingless harpy.
S'theliss rushes through the lightning pillars as lightning arcs between them, narrowly missing the lizardfolk. S'theliss finds himself in the middle of an electrical maelstorm as lightning arcs to and fro. Gritting his teeth S'theliss rushes to stand between two pillars in order to bury his blades deep into the Dragons side, causing it to roar in pain. Lightning strikes S'theliss then, causing the lizardfolk some pain, but nothing compared to what the Dragon is enduring.
Gorthunk comes to stand behind S'theliss and raising his holy symbol he sends an arc of radiance at the dragon, attempting to sear it with the holy light. Unfortunately the dragon twists to one side, causing the arc of radiance to miss.
The Dragon, having waiting before taking his own action, moves to attack Mon. Immediately She-Who-Walks lifts her spear, the divine power of her challenge issuing forth from her weapon to sear the Dragon with divine light. Though this injures the Dragon and distracts it from its target it still manages to bring both sets of its front claws crashing into the Hobgoblin. It brings its jaws down in an attempt to crush the remaining life from Mon but the radiance of She's challenge causes it to miss.
Then, in a sudden surge of action the dragon brings its head back, cold energy coalescing around its maw for an instant before it lowers its head and breathes pure elemental cold upon the party. The whole party is suddenly overcome with bone-chilling cold as the very air around them becomes hoarfrost.
As the Hobgoblin blunders in front of the running S'theliss, the lizardfolk darts to the side and runs through the pillars, swinging both swords above his head and bringing them down in a heavy slash on the dragon.
Moving to G4 - pain, I imagine.
Using Jaws of the Wolf: (1d20+7) vs. AC.
And: (1d20+7) vs. AC. (off-hand)
Mon feels his flesh rend in the dragon's claws, pain he has never felt before in his life. Then the utmost cold almost sends him to his feet.
I will not be defeated!
As the chill spreads throughout his body, he summons the resilience of his race to shake off the effects. Once he thinks he is out of it's grip, the chill settles in.
Battle fury edged in on She's vision like a red haze. The harpy warrior withdrew her spear. The spearhead had barely scratched the dragon, but the long shank of metal was smeared with dark blood. A feral hunger surged in the harpy's chest. It bleeds. The dragon trumpeted its wrath and then breathed. She gritted her teeth as the cold blast shrieked around her, burning a deep ache into her bones.
She places a clawed hand over her heart and braces herself for the shock of healing. The power cascades over her body, driving the chill from her bones. She bares her teeth in a snarl and shrieks a challenge at the dragon again.
This time she brings her spear to bear on the scaled beast and stabs ferociously at its underbelly.
Minor: Lay on Hands, self (heal 6), current HP 16
Minor: Divine Challenge
Standard: Shielding Smite (Shield) 14
Damage: 21, Shield Mon (Mon at +3 to AC)
The dragon was at -4 to its attacks and STILL hit... oh boy...
Last edited by ES Sparky : 08-14-2008 at 09:02 PM.
Not sensing any pain from the dragon, Graese makes to move but is hit by a blast of cold. Frost layering his scales, he makes a pained effort to avoid the dragons breath. Making it no further, he unleashes an arcane missile at the dragon.
Move to A6
- Attack (1d20) (edit: should be +4, but I don't think that will make a difference...)
Attacking the dragon again Gli'lix tries to over power him and bloody the beast
Effect: If you have combat advantage against a target, you
deal +1d6 damage on the next attack you make against
that target. You must apply this bonus before the end of
your next turn.
Attack: (1d20+9) vs. AC
Hit: (2d10+8) damage.
Predatory Eye: (1d6)
Attack: (1d20+9) vs. AC
Hit: (1d10+4) damage.
i just realized i should have taken a different at will instead of sly flourish. but it gives me something to look forward to for next level : )
Never come between a Dwarf and his Ale
S'theliss slashes at the dragon one more time then flees, running to the right and coming back up behind the Dragon, both swords drawn.
Using the same encoutner power as last turn - Evasive Strike and moving to H3 and using an action point to use Twin Strike. My Minor Action is still Hunter's Quarry. This should give me 4 hit points, but sadly the bonus won't extent to the saving throw for being pushed off the edge.
Gli'lix shakes off the effect of the cold as if it hardly mattered as he moves forward. The massive Bugbear is a frenzy of action as his rapier strikes to and fro, each strike coating it anew in the blood of the Dragon. The Dragon roars in pain at the efforts of the Bugbear and turns it's attention to him over all others.
Mon takes a moment to recover from the devastating attacks inflicted upon him earlier before sending his flail crashing forward where it once again misses though the force of it's impact with the ground fills the air with stone dust.
She moves forward to once again allow her spear to taste the cold blood of the Dragon but the massive beast twists and the spear head meets only air. Mon finds himself divinely protected as a feeling of bloody calm overcomes him.
Graese conjures a missile of pure force and with his mighty will he sends it flying towards the Dragon. However, the Dragon is indeed a foe worthy of the Troglodyte and sensing its approach it ducks low, using Graese's own allies to shield itself as the missile flies overhead.
S'theliss brings his swords down once again upon the Dragon and once more they are dipped in the thick blood of the beast. He manages to not get hit by the arcing lightning as he takes a step back before rushing eastwards, once more passing through the arcing lightning and once more being struck but S'theliss manages to shrug off the damage as he comes to flank the Dragon and once more he sinks his blades into the Dragon's backside. The Dragon stumbles slightly from the blow and from it's appearance and its behavior you instinctively know that the creature is bloodied.
Immediately it rears back and unleashes a icy blast upon those before it even as it twists its head to gain a better look at the flanking lizardfolk. Gli'lix, Gorthunk, and Graese are overcome by the chilling breath and the three heroes fall to the ground, unconscious and dying. It is up to those who are still aware and still standing to end this threat.
The Dragon then turns to the Lizardfolk and sends claws and teeth crashing into the creature who had dared bloody it. In a flurry of claws and teeth the Lizardfolk too falls, bleeding and dying on the floor of this strange room. Seeing it's own state the Dragon roars in frustration as it turns to She-Who-Walks and it stops, and suddenly the room grows cold as the Dragons presence fills it, making all those who gaze upon it quiver in fear. The Dragon turns and jumps out of the room, spreading its wings to fly away as the party is left to recover.
S'theliss desperately fights for life, his limp, convulsing body torn to ribbons by the dragon's claws. One bloodstained sword, still clutched tight in his spasming hand, clatters against the stone floor.
Don't die on me, man!
Last edited by Myshlaevsky : 08-15-2008 at 07:36 PM.
The might of the dragon fills the room. Fills She-Who-Walk's mind and heart, crowding out her rage. The harpy cowers, her wing stumps quivering, the broken and tattered feathers shaking. The dragon leaps off of the precipice and its presence fades, flowing from the room like smoke on the wind.
She looks with disdain at the inert forms around her and thinks for a moment of leaving them to die as befits the weak. But I cannot leave unless I have the banner. And weak or not... they may help me get it. They can at least die in my stead. Until then... A dire expression twists the sharply beautiful face ...this is my new murder.
The harpy takes a deep breath an moves to the the lizard... thing. She stoops and wordlessly begins to administer a rough chafing of the reptilian's limbs.
Heal check to stabilize: 6
Doh! I'll try again as soon as I can. When can I, DF?
Last edited by ES Sparky : 08-15-2008 at 08:44 PM.
Mon trembles at the power the dragon just exhibited. Almost all of us. In such a short time. After a few seconds pass and the dragon glides away, Mon snaps out of his fright and views the scene.
Harpy, I'm not so good with administering aid. I'll just lend you a hand. Mon deposits his sword and shield in their grips and helps She find make-do supplies from everyone's gear.
Not so, Jokes. She can only use Lay-on-Hands 3 times a day. And she's used it once already. Eldmor, maybe we should focus on Gorthunk, since he's a cleric and all... if we're allowed to meta-game like that.
She glares at One-Who-Shouts as he interferes with her not-so-gentle ministrations to the lizardman. A low, strange warble comes from deep in her throat... definitely a warning.
Keeping a keen eye on those who are still, or have just now, regained their feet, She moves around finishing the rounds, slapping life into chilled limbs and faces... or snouts.
When all are back on their feet, She takes up a watch with her back to a wall near the opening into the cavern. She alternates between suspicious glares at the humanoids and glances into the gloom of the cavern, her ears and eyes straining for a glimpse of the white dragon.
Now that everyone's stable, Heal checks to trigger Second Wind, took two tries on Gorthunk.
S'Theliss and Gorthunk: 18, 4, 12
Last edited by ES Sparky : 08-16-2008 at 11:28 PM.
A distant roar announces that the Dragon is still present in the distance as the party begins to stir in the wake of the battle. Dust is thick in the air, as the massive beast and Mon's own flail have done much to shatter the stone blocks that make up the floor.
The crackling of lightning still echoes about the chamber, drawing your attention once more to the ring of pillars surrounding a small pile of items no doubt left by other Claws, though why one would place them in such a perilous place is a thought that passes through each of your minds.
It would seem that for now you are safe but you do not think the Dragon will wait too long before it makes another move against you. The archway at the other end of the room draws your attention as well and your choice is once again evident.
Either wait for the Dragon to make another attempt on your lives or move forward, deeper into the undercroft.
Corpses: Crack open a cold one today!