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Post by HorizonsDream on Sept 25, 2020 23:33:14 GMT -8
"This orb thing is supposed to glow," Eliana says. "Which probably means it is the power source. I remember wires being connected to it."
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Post by Daos on Sept 26, 2020 14:42:28 GMT -8
The dragon dives ever closer to the tower.
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Dragon attempts to recharge his breath weapon (1d6): 2, fail. He dives 80 feet toward the party and is now 90 feet away. diT|va7V1d6 1d6
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Post by Igordragonian on Sept 26, 2020 15:30:26 GMT -8
'Glow you say?' Zakkoth lean, and placing his hand over the orb, trying to understand hoping his exprience will tell how to charge it.
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Post by Daos on Sept 27, 2020 12:20:13 GMT -8
Zakkoth cannot tell much about it. It almost looks like magic, but it isn't. Meanwhile, the dragon sucks in a breath as lightning begins cackling all over its body.
"Take cover!" warns Perceval.
As everyone scatters, arrows, crossbow bolts and even ballistae bolts fire at the dragon from all over the parapets, but they just bounce harmlessly off the dragon's hide, not even concerning it.
Iro jumps up next to the gnomish weapon and waves his one arm in the air. "Over here, you big, stupid blue lizard!" he cries. "I'm the one you want!" This gets the dragon's attention, and it launches the lightning bolt right at the old Kagonesti. There's a flash of light on impact, and old Iro vanishes entirely, leaving behind a large blackened scar on the tower where he once stood. Strangely enough, the weapon itself is also hit marginally; Iro took the brunt of it, but some of the electricity hit the weapon, and it seems to have had some kind of effect. The weapon is now softly humming, the glass orb is cackling with electricity, and the power source now glows. As does a large red button next to it, which seems to now stand out from the rest of the buttons, levers and switches on the device.
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Dragon attempts to recharge his breath weapon (1d6): 6, pass. It then breathes lightning at Iro for (12d10): 62 lightning damage. Garald attempts to save vs. DEX [DC 19] (1d20+2): 11+2 = 13, fail. Iro takes full damage and dies. BYm6IGdb1d612d101d20 1d6·12d10·1d20
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Post by HorizonsDream on Sept 27, 2020 15:30:32 GMT -8
Eliana simply cannot believe all that has happened in just a few mintues. They have lost two people, and it is quite possible they will lose more if this weapon doesn't work. She takes a deep breath, then runs towards the weapon. "Hey!" She yells at the dragon. "Take this!" And she pushes the button, hoping the weapon doesn't explode in her face.
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Post by Daos on Sept 27, 2020 18:25:17 GMT -8
As soon as Eliana slaps the button, the device starts to make a strange warbling noise. At her shouts, the dragon pauses in mid-breath, ready to blast its lightning again, and looks at her in first confusion, then recognition. Eliana herself feels an odd feeling come over her, something she can't really describe. Almost like two people who have not seen each other in years, but suddenly lock eyes across a room. There's a strange connection there, almost like she somehow knew the dragon. Or the dragon knew her? But none of that makes any sense.
"Khellendros?" the dragon asks, mystified.
Before she can answer, before she can even think how to answer, the warbling of the machine comes to a crescendo. The glass orb cackles with electricity. Then suddenly, a strange green beam of light discharges from the weapon's tip, flying straight ahead. The weapon is only vaguely pointed in the dragon's direction, but the creature is large enough that the beam still hits it on the left side of its flank. The beam hisses and sizzles upon making contact with the dragon, and it roars in pain and outrage.
Having had enough of this, the dragon takes to the air. It doesn't just fly up, but away from Greenest altogether, until there is no further sign of it. The soldiers all along the parapet cheer at the sight of the fleeing wyrm.
The device looks pretty spent. The glass orb has broken, several gears were thrown loose, and now smoke is emerging from a number of spots all over it. It no longer hums or makes any sound at all, aside from the occasional dying spark leaping off of its mangled form.
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The gnomish device blasts the dragon with (12d10): 75 plasma damage. The dragon flees. 06Y|d4KK12d10 12d10
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Post by HorizonsDream on Sept 27, 2020 18:49:50 GMT -8
Eliana drops to her knees, as she was waiting for the device to explode in her face, but as it didn't, it gives her time to try to puzzle out what the srafon said to her. The drafon spoke to her, right? ~No. It was your imagination, Eliana,~ she thinks to herself. ~But didn't I recognized him? He recognized me, but didn't call me Khellendros?~
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Post by Zero Prime on Sept 27, 2020 20:01:59 GMT -8
Caelin Valaerys, pariah of TarkhisisHP: 16 of 18 | AC: 15 | Perception: 15 | Insight: 17 | Inspiration: 0 Conditions: None.Caelin watched as the dragon folded it's wings behind it's great bulk and plummeted towards the keep, he was yelling something. Not that he remembered the words, he only knew because of the pain of his raw throat, his jaw agape, his arm reaching towards the old Kagonesti. Suddenly his world was nothing but the thunderous roar of diving dragon, it exploded into light, the air, itself, burning, as a bolt of lightning, of raw, unimaginable fury, shattered the stone he was standing on. When sight returned to him, the stone, upon which the druid had stood, had been shattered, his form naught but ash that, even now, stained Caelin's face. From behind him, there was a hum, he turned, Eliana was manning the gnomish device, the globe within it crackling with captured energy. In shock, he turned, looked towards their adversary, the dragon seemed stunned, staring at the device ... at it's wielder? Another discharge of energy, it shook the ramparts, Caelin threw himself to the stone, worried the dragon had now turned it's attention towards him. A roar shook the very heavens, but in it was pain? Rage? Realizing he was not, in fact, dead, like Iro and Garald, he looked up, saw a lance of blue-white energy lance across the dragon's bulk, it banked, and banked away towards the horizon. Caelin struggled to his feet, noted something in the rubble, reached down and discovered it was Iro's quarterstaff, charred, cracked, but serviceable, perhaps. Numbly he grabbed it, leaning heavily on it as he stumbled towards Eliana and the gnomish device. He nodded, coughed, "Rest? I think we need rest now, m'lady." And as he spoke, he extended a hand to their savior.
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Post by HorizonsDream on Sept 27, 2020 21:23:31 GMT -8
Ooc: Wow, it is so obvious that I reply on my phone.
IC: "Huh?" Eliana says dumbly as she looks at Caelin's hand, and then slowly up to Caelin himself. She knew that he was speaking words, but there were too many words going through her head that it wasn't quite registering what he was saying. She does recognizes the gesture though, so she takes his offered hand.
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Post by Daos on Sept 28, 2020 16:41:42 GMT -8
Caelin, Perceval, Conard, Eliana, Brina and Zakkoth descend down the tower, back to the parapets to retrieve Eliana's dropped backpack. Governor Nighthill and Escobert meet them there. "You did it!" Escobert proclaims. "The dragon has quit the battle. Although, judging from all the smoke coming from the tower, the device won't be of any further use. But hopefully the dragon doesn't know that."
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Post by HorizonsDream on Sept 28, 2020 17:59:19 GMT -8
"I think it might have actually hit him, even just a little bit," Eliana says. "So I don't think he will be back."
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Post by Zero Prime on Sept 29, 2020 2:48:37 GMT -8
Caelin Valaerys, pariah of TarkhisisHP: 16 of 18 | AC: 15 | Perception: 15 | Insight: 17 | Inspiration: 0 Conditions: None.Caelin looked from Eliana to Nighthill and back again. "I sodding well hope he's gone," a pause, as he adjusted his stance, leaning heavily on Iro's staff, "because I feel like I could sleep for a week." Another inhale, he could feel the exhaustion setting in, "What about the raiders? If they saw their dragon ally fly off, are they retreating as well?"
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Post by Daos on Sept 29, 2020 14:58:32 GMT -8
"Are any of you injured?" Escobert asks. "Here, I was able to secure these from the town priest, after you rescued him. The governor has asked they be bequeathed to you for driving the dragon away." He hands over four healing potions to the group.
In answer to Caelin's question, the dwarf answers, "Not just yet, but I imagine it likely broke their spirit, so it's only a matter of..." He doesn't finish the sentence, as they all hear some kind of commotion outside of the gates. "Excuse me," he mutters absently, and then hurries back to the governor's side to look down at what is going on out there.
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The party receives 4 Potions of Healing. Maybe one for Caelin, one for Eliana, one for Zakkoth and one for Brina? Or however you guys want to divvy them up.
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Post by HorizonsDream on Sept 29, 2020 20:41:09 GMT -8
Eliana accepts the healing potions on the behalf of the party. She keeps one for herself, and passes the rest out to the remaining group (Daos' suggestion). While she seems about ready to slink off to get the rest she so deserves, she lets out a small sigh when Nighthill is interrupted. "What is going on now?" She asks.
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Post by Zero Prime on Sept 30, 2020 1:43:45 GMT -8
Caelin Valaerys, pariah of TarkhisisHP: 16 of 18 | AC: 15 | Perception: 15 | Insight: 17 | Inspiration: 0 Conditions: None.Seeing Eliana moving towards Nighthill, Caelin sighed, steeled himself, and moved towards the Lord of the Keep and his allies. "Please tell me it's good news, for the first time tonight."
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