Both Pietro's and Halsere's spells miss by a hair!
Thyra will draw her axe out and attempt to cut the wight down, trying to use her goading strike to keep the Wight off her allies.
"I'm yer enemy!"
Lashing out in anger at the futilitiy of the situation, that she couldn't save this dwarf from such torment, she'll chop at the wight one last time.
However, it appears the silent tears of frustration clouded her vision.
In an emotional frenzy, Thyra pulverizes the wight!
Spidre sits down and reconsiders his life choices.
Thyra also slumps to the ground, "I'm tired guys, tired o' this senseless evil."
She'll pick up her waterskin, its half-drained deflated lump reflecting so much of how Thyra feels inside. Taking a quick drink she'll cap it and stow it in her bag.
"Time ta rest, let's hope we don't get attack"
Resting here in the lair of the undead is risky beyond measure - I say we make our way out and back to the tower and rest there - we have a map of sorts to make our way back.
"I don't know if Thyra and Spidre need longer rests, but personally I'm fit for a bit more exploration."
Spidre stands once more, noting his renewed vigor and lack of persistent or serious wounds. He draws his swords and motions for the others to... do something, but the something is not entirely clear. He is, after all, making broad gestures with swords.
Climbing up from where she was sitting, relying on her Axe a bit to provide leverage, she is a rather heavy-set dwarf to be rising quickly. "Yah, yah, I'm ready, time we kill this sum'of b%&%* once and for all, no more needless deaths."
Axe and shield at the ready, she is primed to continue.
Resting here in the lair of the undead is risky beyond measure - I say we make our way out and back to the tower and rest there - we have a map of sorts to make our way back.
You spend an hour or so recovering from the horrors of this room, then resume your exploration. As it turns out, there wasn't much more to the northern branch of this level, and in minutes you've cleared the area. Two branches remain...
You begin exploring the west branch, and discover it to be quite simple in layout: basically just a long, wide hallway that feels like maybe it's angled slightly downward (in the direction you're going). The air starts feeling colder and somewhat damp, reminiscent of a natural cavern.
The passageway terminates in a broad archway, opening into a vast room, its sides beyond the reach of your lights. Those of you with darkvision can make out the sides of the room, which are about 50ft to the left and right of you, and you have to walk a few dozen feet into the room before you can start to make out the far wall. It appears to house a massive door of some sort, some 30ft wide and reaching 40ft in height. You can't see the ceiling. In both corners of the back wall, something faintly glimmers, catching the light of your torches/spells ever so slightly.
Just as you take this all in, you hear something heavy shifting behind you. You turn to look, and see something massive perched atop the archway under which you entered the room. A reptilian quadruped, some 10 feet high at the shoulder, stands menacingly before you, its scales gleaming with a pearly iridescence. It has a long neck and tail, and broad wings that it stretches above itself as it lets out a mighty roar!
Oh good, a dragon. From the cold air and whitish scales, you'd guess this is an ice dragon, so expect cold damage and effects that slow you down and so forth. Might be a good idea to hit it with fire, too.
Spidre throws an elemental orb at the creature that burns with red light.
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Spidre hurls a ball of fire at the beast, and it roars in pain!
The white reptilian creature stomps his feet, and in an instant, thick ice spreads across the surfaces of the room, coating the walls, and even forming a barrier across the archway where you came in. Massive icicles form instantaneously from the ceiling, their bases disappearing into the darkness above you.
Halter follows Spidre's lead and throws a bolt of fire into the creature.
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Halsere burns the creature badly!
The scaly beast swoops down from its perch and hits the ground in front of you with a loud THUD. It takes a deep breath, then belches out a blast of icy wind across the party!
Thyra will size up the reptillian beast before her, in awe she seemed to hesitate as it unleashed its breath weapon taking the full brunt of the blow.
However, now determined to vanquish this foe she'll run forward, "Time ta die ya big frosty lizard!"
However it seems like the frosty breath weapon slowed her enough that she finds it hard to swing with the same precision or ferocity as normal. However her backcut was a bit more well placed.
She'll use her Second Wind to catch her breath and prepare herself for what will likely be an onslaught.
Pietro tries to aid his allies in hitting the monster with a guiding bolt.
Thyra's first attack just barely misses, but the second finds its mark! Then Pietro finds his mojo again and sends a magic bolt straight to the beast's face!
"A dragon! Make us proud, Thyra. Engin dreki getur staðið upp til Dwarven stáli!"
Sending magical support to bolster Thyra's attacks, Mirrel then casts bane on the dragon. He then moves away from the rest of the group, heading towards the wall of the chamber.
Halsere drops in the round the dragon breathes.
Death save +1 HP!
And stands back up and throws a firebolt in the round following.
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Eat flaming death!!
Mirrel's spell takes hold!
Spidre moves in and makes a flurry of attacks, moving even faster than normal.
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Spidre unleashes a furious assault, slashing the dragon three times with his scimitar! However, it's less effective than anticipated.
The dragon rears back on its haunches, then slams its forelegs into the ground so hard the ice on the walls cracks, and you hear creaking noises above you. You look up just in time to see massive icicles falling from the ceiling!
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Pietro dives to one side, narrowly evading a massive stalactite of ice, which shatters on the ground where he stood. Spidre, however, reacts too slowly and is floored by the impact of a (thankfully somewhat smaller) mass of ice.
Halsere launches another blast of fire at the dragon, but flinches from the nearby icy explosions and misses the mark!
The dragon pounces on the fallen Spidre, taking advantage of his vulnerability!
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You hear flesh rip as the dragon's massive teeth dig into Spidre's prone form!
Thrya rushes to Spidre's said, covering him while he lays prone on the ground.
"Hang in there Spidre, I'll hold this dragon off" Her rallying words attempt to bolster Spidre's spirit.
Mirrel continues concentrating on his spell, bolstering his magical assault with a string of insults and taunts as to the weakness of dragons in general and this draconic bloodline in particular.
As he does so, he shouts some more encouragement to Thyra.
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Thyra assaults the dragon, giving it another slash!
Mirrel assaults the dragon's mind!
Pietro blasts it with radiance!
Spidre stands!
Then, realizing he still has plenty of time to cut the dragon, proceeds to do so.
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And immediately feels better.
Spidre stands and gives the dragon a good thrashing a small cut!
The dragon then roars, and frost rises impossibly quickly from the floor, climbing your very legs and threatening to freeze you in place!
Mirrel dances a quick bardic jig to keep the ice from getting a hold of him, but everyone else is quickly coated in ice!
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Halsere attempts to break free...
Halsere struggles, but the ice doesn't even crack!
Seeing only Mirrel still active and threatening, the dragon tries to bite him!
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Pietro breaks out with a mighty roar, then spares a quick prayer of healing to Mirrel, and runs to take cover behind Spidre's entombed body.
Spidre doesn't even try to get out. Instead he enjoys the temporary reprieve whilst mentally daring the dragon to come at him.
Thyra will struggle against these bonds, not one to be held back even by Ice.
And with a roar and vicious crack, Thyra joins Pietro in bursting out of the Ice. Looking around and seeing Halsere still encased in ice, she'll run over, taking cover behind his ice block. "Ai'll get ya outta there Halsere, just don't freeze ya'r balls off, hah! A dragon, can ya believe it!"
She'll move with incredible speed, pushing her body to the limits to try and break Halsere out this turn, and a with a mighty punch, it'd appear she breaks Halsere out as well.
Staggering under the dragon's attack, Mirrel nonethtless manages to maintain concentration on his spell. Muttering a quick prayer, he stares up at the beast once more mocking it's ineffectiveness.
"Is that the best you can manage? Cooped up here bowing and scraping to your vampire lord...how pathetic!"
The dragon winces from Mirrel's spell!
A wave of cold spreads across the room, and a fresh batch of stalactite-sized icicles form on the ceiling!
Halter urgently throws a bolt of fire at the dragon!
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Halsere's desperate spell catches the dragon in the face, flaring brightly, and the scaled monstrosity collapses to the floor!