"Waaaaaagh!" Clousuk shouts as the flames wash over him, singeing his scales.
"Make the stupid worms pay!" he manages to spit out, his eyes full of anger. Hopping onto the dead tatzlwyrm in front of him, he imbues his blade with arcane energy and then thrusts it at the next opponent.
Sugua sees the fire coming and raises his blade to absorb as much of the heat as possible into it, he laughs in glee as the flames scorch his form.
" Haha! ui batobot shio wux tepoha? Origato udoka charis wux arent lae plythu lae dout peons! Nomeno ui hefoc maulkir, vur wux re wer pluvt! "
Too focused on the battle at hand to join in on the wondrous gloating the others seem to be enjoying, Gonzo steps up beside Vlad and reaches his hand outward, igniting the ground underneath the remaining tatzlwyrms.
The fire washes over Khargol, his proximity to the unusual wyrm making it impossible for him to avoid it in time. He roars in pain as the flames sear his flesh, though it seems only to inspire his rage to new heights, as well.
He takes a quick step backward toward Donovan, then turns his attention to the remaining normal tatzlwyrm, stabbing viciously at it with the longspear that is somehow still intact, almost untouched, in his hands.
The Tatzlwyrm steps up and bites at Gonzo.
"Vlad! Try to get that one off Gonzo! Donovan shouts as he shifts up behind Khargol and reaches out with his holy symbol to touch Sugua with a whisper of healing power.
Vladimir slashes at the wyrm grappling Gonzo.
(inspire, bless)
(inspire)
Sugua, feeling a bit better with the healing funneling through his form grins and give a nod to Donovan. " Well we slaughtered the Chattel time for the prime MEAT! "
Sugua rushes in past the fire-spewing wyrm and tries to cut off her escape raising his blade of fire up and swinging it down.
" Vinxa ihk wer ixen weakling! "
"Gah! Why must you fowl creatures always grab hold of me!?"
Seeing how the party is taking down these creatures with relative speed Alphonse is a tad worried about Gonzo's health but feels that he will come out the other side of this alive "Dont worry Gonzo we will have you out in no time, with a set of new scars to brag about!" And with that Alphonse channels his magics once agian and sends more force missiles zipping around his allies strait at the wyrm that holds Gonzo in its jaws
Durielle rushes to where Gonzo is currently attempting to fend off the dragonkin that has him in its clutches. Knowing she would never be strong enough to pull him free, she instead does what she can and touches a time in which the mage is not as wounded as he is now.
Sugua slashes the wyrm injuring it, Khargol's attack earlier missed barely.
The Wyrm recoils from Sugua's blow and steps back, unleashing a stream of color, but not before taking a bite at him.
In addition, Vladimir and Alphonse injure the wyrm grappling Gonzo badly, but it does not fall.
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Sugua sees the spellcasting serpent release a burst of colors and uses his blade to cover his eyes.
Clousuk steps around the tatlzwyrm to get into a flanking position with Vladimir.
"Surround the worm! Stab the worm!" the angered Clousuk shouts, stabbing at the fake dragon with an arcane strike.
"DIE already, beast!" Khargol growls as he turns his spear against the one grappling with Gonzo, trying to free the spellcaster so he can, in turn, assist Sugua against the larger one that he is fighting; as injured as it seems to be, one good strike should be enough to bring it down.
Sugua grins as the spell seems to wash over him and accomplish.. nothing.
" Keep your eyes on me now! Me and my blade want to become real close with your insides! "
He pulls the Blade upward and brings it around in a diagonal arch upwards along the creature's soft underbelly the flames dying from his sword soon after.
With only one wyrm remaining, following Khargol's strike on the wyrm that had grappled Gonzo, Vladimir moves into a flanking position with Sugua.
(bless, inspire, flank) - Potential Crit
(bless, inspire, flank)
Sugua laughs as the queen goes down after a few blows from blades.
" Ha! She wasnt that big of a problem! Now to finish the job.. "
Sugua proceeds to chop the heads off of the beasts so that Donovan can get to healing with little issue.
" That sure was fun! Can say I killed a fire-breathing dragon.. Hope there are more like this.. Let's see if they have anything of worth. "
"Well...technically, these creatures are not true dragons, but more like some...primeval relative, branched off the family tree a long time ago. It might be more accurate to call them dragonkin, but...as the humans like to say,'Whatever floats your boat.', I suppose." Khargol responds, though the tone in his voice hints at least a little at just giving the other half-orc a ribbing..or at least, what Khargol sees as one.
"Regardless, healing would seem to be the order of the day. Beast gave some of us some nasty burns." he continues, gesturing both to himself and Clousuk.
seeing the last creature go down, Alphonse agrees with Sugua's notion to put down these dragon like creatures and he voices his opinion "Dont mind me while i put down the rest of these creatures, no use leaving them in pain to bleed out as that seems needlessly cruel. these are like dragons, i wonder if they have any use for alchemy or armor, their hide didnt seem all that tough but i could be mistaken. Is there anything of note in this cave? i hear dragons have a very strong magpie complex and to top it off what are we to do with these eggs? are they worth anything? could we raise these creatures as pets? so many questions."
Alphonse takes his time to spear any of the wyrms that seem to be still breathing, taking the time to carefully aim for where he assume theeee vital organs to be so as to ensure the creatures suffer as little as possible
Once the slaughter is concluded, Donovan moves to a position from which he can affect the group with his healing powers.
"Clousuk says Clousuk, scaly worms merely pale shadows of great dragons," Clousuk says without a hint of irony, spitting on the ground beside the felled queen. He seems to be taking his burn wounds in stride, though he nods at Khargol's words. They melt away entirely when Donovan channels his god's power.
Sugua shrugs, " Ah it doesnt matter, spoke Lizard, Breath fire, has Scales, could kill you. Talks like a Duck, Walks like a duck screams like a wimp HAHA! In the end, the victor gets to choose. "
His wounds healed up no worse for wear. He shoulder's his sword
" So we in for more fun today or..? "
"Perhaps. Although, given these creatures's relation to dragons, we should search their lair carefully first. Who knows, we may find something of value or use."
"Seems a good plan. Make a thorough search of the cave, then I say we continue on. After the healing, I'm ready for more exploring."
"I second the notion of further exploration of this cavern." Gonzo dusts off his shoulder pad and checks his clothing for rips and holes, "I'll have to patch these up when we return to Oleg's, but I can at least tidy myself up, " He says to himself waving his hands around his body as it shines and the splotches of dirt and stains slowly vanish.
"Anybody else? "
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Sugua quirks a brow at the three, his teeth wide " I did say that already, I would hope you know that is standard fare. Not exactly much further in there. Lizards this small likely dont have a big hoard. "
Sugua is of course covered in blood, " Nah I'm good on the cleanin' "
The cave does not hold too many valuables, however; you do find two chain shirts that are damaged, in addition to a scimitar that detects as magical.
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Durielle examines the damaged armor the others located. The more she looks at them, the more she can see the way they once were. She sees a time when they were rent open by vicious claws as their owners were dead or dying, and the tatzlwyrms began to eat the flesh beneath.
Now further.
A spear thrust from an angry goblin hits, but the point gets tangled in the chain and barely allows more than a nick to the warrior it protects.
Further.
Examined now by a potential buyer, his voice filled with the haggling edge while he argues. A thick woman matches that edge with a surly vehemence on quality.
No! Further!
The metal rings are hot as they are constructed. The links are forged one after another, cooled, hardened, and then threaded by the thick woman's children. It was as if Durielle could see it completed, the blacksmith holding it up and admiring the final form.
The oracle reaches out her hand and touches that memory of the material. She pulls it to her, pulls it to where she exists in time. The memory surges forward and collides with the present day.
Durielle's nose begins to bleed slightly, but now she holds an undamaged chain shirt. Wiping her nose, she reaches for the other damaged armor.
Donovan picks his way through the group, making sure that nobody else is injured after the fight. He spares a momentary glance at the items uncovered, pursing his lips slightly for a moment before he pauses at Durielle, though it takes only a second for him to realize that her new bloody trail is a result of her own exertions rather than any injury that he can treat.
"This will at least make this area safer for travelers," he opines. "Any chance that some of them were not in the lair at this time? Out hunting?"
" Meh, safer is relative, there are still bears and not around. And till we fix the bandit issue, they can just wander into here for cover. I know I would. Now for the lizards, I think we just killed a nest.. doesnt mean there aren't more "
Sugua scratches his chin with a finger once more as his white eyes observe Durielle's efforts, the end result creating serviceable armor. He grins and lets out a roaring laugh. "HAHA! That's a mighty fine trick there Durielle-Elf, but don't exert yourself too much can't have you dying from a nosebleed. Hey, Donovan.. can't you do something like that? "
" Meh, safer is relative, there are still bears and not around. And till we fix the bandit issue, they can just wander into here for cover. I know I would. Now for the lizards, I think we just killed a nest.. doesnt mean there aren't more "
Sugua scratches his chin with a finger once more as his white eyes observe Durielle's efforts, the end result creating serviceable armor. He grins and lets out a roaring laugh. "HAHA! That's a mighty fine trick there Durielle-Elf, but don't exert yourself too much can't have you dying from a nosebleed. Hey, Donovan.. can't you do something like that? "
"I can, but it seems Durielle has already finished the job."
"I suppose it's possible that some of them were out hunting, but it seems unlikely. With as many as were in here guarding their queen, I'd find it hard to believe there are even more of them roaming about. They clearly live here and would instinctively know the dangers of traveling alone or unprepared."
"On top of that, tatzlwyrms are ambush hunters. They wouldn't attack unless they got the drop on their prey or were clearly threatened. Unless we come across a second group of them at least that big, it's more likely that they'd just leave us alone."
Sugua shrugs pointing to the second set, " She did one and is gunna do the other. If you don't care enough I suppose its fine. "
The brutish half-orc yawns, and wrinkles his nose, " They sound like cowards.. smart cowards. That makes for a boring fight then. Well, lets go finish this area out and head to the next. " Sugua begins to pace back out to the cave opening.
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