Both hydras and the frost drake perish under your furious assault. Sigrun continues to smash at the siege tower, and with nothing left to either move or defend it, it rapidly becomes too damaged to move. Most of the troops inside are still suffering the effects of Percy's stinking cloud and are unable to defend themselves. They fall quickly.
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With the collapse of the siege tower, the Drakelands army is broken. Spurhorn's defenders break the siege and drive back the enemy. Demoralized and lacking their previous numerical advantage, the Drakelands warriors are confused and disorganized. In a brilliant tactical move, the five of you and a squad of Dragon Legion cavalry launch a counterstrike that takes out the enemy general. While you prove victorious, you also uncover information that the Drakelands warlord Yrax had sent only a small portion of his forces. The main body of his troops are massing at his fortress Ivoryglass in preparation for a full-scale invasion of the Skyfire Mandate. You've won the day (and earned the two-headed eagle), but to secure total victory, Yrax must die. While his army is much too numerous to defeat, a surgical strike will likely cause a civil war to break out among his forces, allowing the Dragon Legion to take over. By doing this, Triaxus will finally be unified under a single banner, ushering in an era of peace and prosperity. All that stands in your way is one dragon tyrant.
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Loot
+1 full plate x4
+2 copper dragonhide banded mail
+1 heavy steel shield x4
+1 bastard sword x3
+1 dragon-bane thawing longspear
amulet of natural armor +1
belt of fallen heroes
bracers of armor +3
cloak of resistance +2
hide of the dragonrider
ring of protection +1
adamantine warhammer
heavy mace
MW light crossbow
bolt x20
javelin x12
Potion - cure serious wounds
Scroll - dimension door
Scroll - whispering wind
elixer of dragon breath (green) x4
javelin of lightning
lesser strand of prayer beads
necklace of fireballs (type II)
page of spell knowledge (draconic reservoir)
restless lockpicks
truefrost elixer x4
war paint of the terrible visage x8
8343 gp
Behr Teeth
A behr's teeth can be used as an optional material component to increase the energy damage inflicted by a spell with the electricity descriptor by one die type (to a maximum of 1d12). If the spell is 3rd-level or less, it also increases the caster level by +1.
Behr Scales
A behr's scales can be used to make armor that is naturally resistant to electricity. When incorporated into a suit of armor or a shield, behr scales reduce the crafting cost of the energy resistance (electricity) special ability by 1000gp.
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Rimeblade
Price: 16,955gp | CL 8 | Aura: moderate evocation
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This +1 frost scimitar has been forged from a single piece of razor-sharp super-hardened ice. It automatically resizes itself to match the size of its wielder, and if it is damaged, the wielder can cause it to melt away and reform with full hit points as a full-round action.
Once per day, a rimeblade can be transformed into a beam of ice-cold flame. While in this form, attacks are melee touch attacks that deal 1d8+3 cold damage. The wielder's Strength modifier doesn't apply to damage. In addition, a creature that takes damage is covered in clinging frost and is entangled for 1rd. The rimeblade remains in this form for one minute before returning to normal.
In addition, once per day, a rimeblade's wielder can cause the blade to glow with a pale blue radiance as a swift action before an attack. On a successful hit, the rimeblade deals an additional 4d6pts of cold damage and causes the target to be staggered for 1rd. If the attack is a critical hit, the target is instead staggered for 1min. This effect ends after a single attack regardless of whether it is successful or not.
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You've fought your way through a large portion of Ivoryglass, defeating everything in your path. You're probably getting close to Yrax. Checking the next door, you find a large room. Training dummies, ropes, weights, and other martial exercise equipment fill the room, the floor of which is covered in padded woven mats. A weapon rack stands against the northwest wall, and iron manacles hang from the walls.
A furry humanoid clad in purple body wraps is in the middle of performing an elaborate blade kata when you enter. Noticing you, she ceases her movements and gazes curiously at you. Putting aside her weapon, she shows her hands are empty before cautiously approaching.
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He watched silently the kata, before slowly removing his helm as she approached.He frowned as she spoke glancing to Percy. She was the one with the magic to understand what she had said. He pat the side of Mule's neck taking in the grounds.
Percy casts Communal Share Language and touches the party to show the spell is harmless before holding her hand out to the purple lady.
Percy then asks her to repeat herself.
We are citizens from another planet that have very neatly disrupted the political ecosystem of this planet in shockingly short order. We would appreciate the Warlord's cooperation in our efforts to get off this miserable planet. All we need is his head. Before you choke on your own indignation, I'd like to point out that we just butchered most of your fortress without trouble. All we really want is to go home. Can you help us make that happen?
<"I see. This puts me in a difficult position, I must confess. As consort to the Warlord, I am expected to either report your presence or engage you in combat to defend his property. However, while it's the traditional expectation, such orders have not been officially given to me. You see the dilemma? I've not had a good fight for a very long time, as I've been unable to find any worthy opponent in this fortress. But as aliens from another world, you're much too interesting to simply slaughter to fulfill what's expected of me. Do you have any suggestions?">
Slaughter. So overrated. I can see your problem, however. If I were you I'd feel the same way.
What I didn't hear in that expectation was for you to mindlessly throw your life away like some of your minions back there did. What if you were to challenge one of us to an honest duel? That might be a refreshing change of pace. Then you could recognize our dangerously overpowering superiority and join us for challenge unlike any your kind has ever faced: a war on our world!
Cesseer smiled. <"That sounds delightful, actually. I've been cooped up in this castle for far too long. Would you prefer blunted weapons, unarmed strikes only, or something else. I don't know how they conduct duels on your world, but I assure you that I can handle any fair ruleset."> Her expression indicates she believes she's doing you a favor.
And as far as Percy is concerned she can go ahead and keep believing that.
Silence, I believe this is your wheelhouse? She says as she gives attention over to the caturai.
He was glad he could finally understand the words the strange warrior spoke. Percy's suggestion was a sound one, in fact it was more than sound. His tail began to lash just slightly back and forth in anticipated excitement. Slowly he dismounted Mule and stood there patiently watching the proceedings with interest. Once he was well spoken too he offered the consort a most dignified bow.
"The true measure of a warrior isnt to be met with pretend weapons. We go until one surrenders, or is no longer able to continue."
He began ears twitching once, then a second time before laying back and still.
Cesseer gives Silence a feral grin. <"Spoken like a true warrior. There is a fighting pit in the next room that is ideally suited for such gladiatorial bouts. Your companions can watch from above while you and I compete. You have my word that no one will interfere.">
Wide stone stairs lead up to an elevated walkway overlooking a sunken fighting pit in this circular chamber. The floor of the pit is covered with sand, and a single passage exits the pit to the northwest beneath an iron portcullis.
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He nodded and bowed turning once more to his friends and most importantly Mule. With a soft pat on his neck he removed his naginata and took a deep breath his tail lashing in excitement. He followed the strange furred woman to her fighting arena taking place opposite her and the exit. He knelt for a moment reaching down and taking a small handful of the sand letting its texure interact with his paws before.
Hefting the Nagita he once more bowed and called out.
"By the honor of our fathers I am prepared."
Cesseer retrieves her unusual weapon and sheaths it behind her back before entering the arena. Standing unarmed 15ft away from you, she gives you a nod.
He charged forward torwards the strange furred female dropping the naginata and almost appearing unarmed until he closed the art of Iaijutsu forefront in his mind. His father had made him spend hours drawing the katana in a practiced rapid motion slashing hard high overhead towards his foe. Immeadiately after the strike he kept the blade held ready in front of him his tail lashing wildly as kept his stance wide.
Your opponent attempts to knock your blade away as it comes down, but she miscalculated the speed of your attack. You land a solid blow. Recovering quickly, she draws her weapon in a blindingly-fast motion and strikes at you in one fluid motion.
He spun with her strike trying to take the force of it and reduce it slightly with the movement, His blade flashed down low and across first, then into a vicious backhand. He spun the blade about in his wrist once more bringing it down from on high.
Cesseer deflected your first two attacks with her blade before meeting the third with a powerful counterstrike to a pressure point.
He took a step back with a very feral grin. She was good, it would be a shame if he had to kill her but he put that thought quickly out of mind, once more slicing low then high, his third attack a quick thrust.
Your first strike was dodged - almost as if she'd anticipated your attack. Cesseer took advantage of your surprise to counterattack with her blade before your third blow managed to strike her.
Your opponent looks fairly wounded but clearly still has a lot of fight left as she launches into a rapid series of precise kicks interspersed with swings from her weapon.
He was caught very off guard by suddenly how quickly she moved.He shook his head slightly and spat out a bit of blood onto the sand. With a snarl he flicked his blade across the sand pit in front of him and then crossed that line planting his feet. With carefully measured strokes he struck at her again and then again and a third time.
Your third strike connects, leaving her bloody. By your reckoning, she's approximately as injured as you are, meaning this duel remains a test of endurance. Trying to create some distance, she cartwheels away from you, lashing out with one heel as she flips away.
Overconfidence. He had never really thought that was one of his flaws.... yet it seemed that perhaps here it was. This consort of whomever she said it was knew her way about the battlefield. He spun his katana about in his hand and stood there poised to strike the moment she came back in range, he had been too offensive and perhaps had given her the advantage.
Cesseer gives you a long appraising stare before looking at your watching companions. After several more seconds, she nods decisively to herself. <"You possess a great deal of skill. If we continue, perhaps you will defeat me, or perhaps I will defeat you. However, in the case of the latter, I do not think I could also defeat your allies when they inevitably seek revenge. Therefore, I will make you an offer I have never before given to an opponent: let us call this match a draw.">
Percy claps slowly, her individual claps echoing off the walls. I was expecting something much more one-sided!
"Yea, good work Whiskers."
Sigrun smiles. "A good showing on both sides."
He tensed for a moment his tail lashing. Duels were not done till draws... not back in his homeland. His lips bared back in a snarl and then just stopped. He wasnt in his homeland, he wasnt even on the same planet. He wanted to see Greta again as well. Tea... Whom would take care of Mule. Slowly he lowered his blade bowing low and then slowly sheathing it.
"I must admit to overestimating my skill. You are a true master of this arena."
He offered bowing one more time.
"I can certainly accept a draw from a worthy opponent such as you."
He added barely able to add a smile.
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Cess ever returns your bow and sheaths get weapon. <"I've not faced a more worthy opponent in many years. You have brought pride to your ancestors, warrior from the stars. And I have done my duty: defended the warlord. I will not hinder you further.">
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Excellent! Percy claps her hands together. Let's go!
"Yea. Let's get goin'."
Walking up to Silence, Sigrun claps him on the shoulder with a grin. "Well done."
Percy approaches Silence once they are out of sight or when he deems appropriate for his honor and channels a large amount of positive energy into him. It burns like his blood is on fire, but it's a good burn as his wounds close without even the hint of a scar.
The smooth walls of this pentagonal chamber curve gently inward to form a lofty domed roof above the icy floor. A raised platform sits 15ft above the floor at the western end of the room, with a large metal door set into the rear wall.
As you enter the chamber, a shimmering display of multicolored lights erupts in front of you. From his lair above you, a bored-sounding Yrax asks, <"Are you the foolish travelers who have pledged to kill me?"> The light reflecting off his gleaming black scales is almost hypnotic.
"Da."