The Goliath once again swings his maul at the wildman before him.
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Illuvin stands at the ready with an insult laced with magic waiting for the next adversary to try to strike.
Sohar pleads with the group, desperately blocking their blows one after the other, but it isn't enough and a few projectiles sneak by him, downing the wyrmling with a pitiful soft cry.
Molok's three attacks on Green reveal a new mastery in his technique, like a stone rain from a high mountaintop the barbarian is pummeled to the floor.
Round 1:
Thumps, Urth, Elain, Pindleton, Melgrom, Urth, Sohar, Molok, Illuvin, Jax <--UP
Enemies
Jax releases a barrage of magic missiles against the only brother of the North not completely fascinated...
The berserker goes crazy, punching himself in the face several times before grasping his axe backwards and leaping straight into Molok...but a comedic voice from somewhere interrupts him...
...the barbarian's nose bleeds, but he fights through the pain in his head in a wild death rage.
advantage cancelled by VM
...his axe plows through Molok's defenses...
The lone berserker continues to fight for honor. The other barbarians are still charmed and incapacitated by Illuvin's spell...
Round 2:
Thumps, Urth, Elain, Pindleton, Melgrom, Urth, Sohar, Molok, Illuvin, Jax <--UP
Enemies
Seeing the final conscious berserker surrounded and almost down the tell tale glow marking the vulnerable points on the Wyrmling subsiding, Melgrom chants under his breath while looking at the last of the uthgardt who can fight at the moment, who suddenly begins to glow to his sight in place such as the eyes, heart and other such place were it would cause maximum damage.
Seeing the rest of the uthgardt still in the thrall of the spell, Melgrom reaches into his spell pouch pulling out a fist full of sharp thorns before throwing them at the feat of the largest of the barbarians while chanting under his breath, the moment thorns hit the ground they grow rapidly and wildly spreading all around before dulling in colure to match the ground.
"Care of the ground at their feet, let them come to us unless you desire to have a piercing of two."
Melgrom done with his spell casting then proceeds to take aim at a place highlighted by the mark and fire.
The berserker's reckless assault left him exposed, and Melgrom takes him down before he can chop more heads. A thorny bramble emerges at the feet of the charmed warparty, but luckily seems to do no damage and they remain under the spell for the time being...
Do we attack them now?
If so
I just realized i can check the map to see if i can get flanking, so if it changes my dice my two attack rolls were 15 and 4, with two ones for damage
Noticing Sohar's actions in the midst of the chaos, Pindleton aims towards the other barbarians but holds his shot. "Do we have some way to restrain them so that we can figure out what's going on? Anyone know who they are??"
Seeing Sohar's efforts and acknowledging Pindleton's question Thumps shrugs, "I am sure we can come up with rope. Though these Utgart are from the Greatworm Tribe. Killed many from the village of Rivermoot last summer. They travel with a White Dragon. . . .better dead now than after it is a legendary terror striking fear throughout the marches."
Sohar's summoned energies quickly bind the slashes and gashes that mar the once serene white scales, and soon (coughing and squawking) the wyrmling awakes, cowering in fear.
Thumps displays a bit of a devious side when binding the barbarians. Not just tying thier hands but runing the rope between their legs and over their shoulders before binding them together.
The barbarians are surprisingly agreeable when tied up, still staring off into the distance, dumbfounded at Illuvin's magicks. As the last one is bound however, they slowly snap to, confounded at their predicament. *grunt grunt* One of them goes completely crazy, kicking and flailing despite the pain, working himself into a rage...
...but Thumps' bindings hold strong, and with the warlord's order he settles down...but not before spitting directly upon Thumps.
Elain says What were you doing trying to break into here, and why do you travel with a white dragon and grabs the beserker who did that by the shirt, spitting directly on him
"Elain, always trying to do things the hard way. You could learn to use a little finesse I think." Illuvin strides towards the warlord strumming a few notes on his lute as he goes while weaving a little magic into it. "I know you're bound right now but that doesn't mean we can't still be friends!"
"As my watery friend says, why don't you tell us why you all are here."
She looks at him and nods, but keeps her hold on the beserker Water is akin to ice, so what way would I do things and releases him if it looks like the warlord falls under the spell, and goes over and starts whispering to the dragon You are not so bad, you're just a baby. Now do you want to be a good child and be nice to us
seeing things under control, Melgrom lets his heavy xbow drop to his chest while reaching over his back for his axe while moving toward the white wyrming with determination in his eye before glancing at Sohar.
"Outta the way lad, the drake dies, I ain't letting another monstrosity loose on the world."
She says Mel, we burst in here and laid slaughter, now we try to pick up the peices through the chaos, let us try to tame the wyrmling
Melgrom turns to scowl at Elain.
"Do you know anything about white dragons perchance lass, how the hunt and kill, how they see anything thats not a dragon as food, or maby did you also not hear what happened in the silver marshs cause if not I can certainly can give you a long list of the atrocity's that were committed."
To that she simply points at Harshnaag
"They were ticked into the war as much as I hate them for it, the white dragons took pleasure in their participation!"
Molok moves forward to examine the space that the barbarians were recently in.
Melgrom sighs with his shoulders slumping.
"Lad, at this point it would be a mercy to it, any goodly dragon will try to kill it on sight, anyone in the silver marsh's will want it dead, and even its own kind will see it as tainted by its contact with the so called lesser races, your heart is in the right place lad but all the thing will know is a life of hatred and despair, and can you even garentee it won't grow to be a vile as others of its kind, do you want to be the one who potentially unless's another Aruathator on the world?"
"Scum. You want us talk to those who walk with giant kin?! Die, and die again..."...
...he suddenly changes his tone, a hint of genuine sadness "Understand ...one of our member was taken by ice spiders, we've tracked them here."
At this, Harshnag interjects "Impossible. The temple would not tolerate vermin. Your tracking skills have led you astray, and now many of your 'member' are fallen."
Molok, you find a little sacred bundle accompanying the woman with the bone in her hair. Those familiar with Uthgardt would know of these perhaps, akin to spell component pouches but guarded by ancestor spirits. Typically consisting of small miniatures of totem animals and other objects too holy for others to see.
Hearing the mention of Ice spiders Melgrom checks the ceiling for traces of them.
GM anything with my history Check before we behead this dragon, and gives sohar a nod of thanks, feeling a bit foolish for rushing into action
Melgrom, no sign of them here. The walls and ceilings, though ancient, are quite clean.
Elain, you do indeed recall the enmity that supposedly exists between giants and dragons as evident in history. It sniffs at your fingers, unsure, and keeping an eye on the warlord.
Turning his head to the Uthgardt warlord just shakes his head.
"You must have a blood fool of a tracker then, theirs no signs of any critters coming in here, just were did you last see these tracks?"
Turning back to Sohar and Elain Melgrom just shakes his head.
"You's be making a mighty mistake, think about this clearly.......I will leave the decision to yous, if nether of yous can bring yourself to do it I will, I might come of as a hard ass, but even I ain't fond of killing younglings, but this be a white dragon and I don't want to take no chance, my kin has suffered enough at the hands of them, and so did the people of Nesmé to want another running about."
Urth watches the new guys argue about the barbarians. He shakes his head slowly when he hears that the barbarians were just pursuing one of their own. A noble cause.
He's got nothing good to say right now while waiting for Harshnag to sort this mess out. After all, it's the giant's place.
She saysDragons and giants have an enmity, something you can relate too. We have a chance to have a member on both sides, an ice giant and an ice dragon. And it is a youngling when we may have a chance to give it a good future. I will not disagree that dragons are evil, and if it were older than this I would have no qualms about summoning the fury of Torm on the creature, but there is hope for us all. It is one hit away from death, and should it decide to turn on us in the heat of combat than I will have as much of a problem as you do about putting a divine smite in its arse.
And she gently pats the dragon on its head saying You're a good dragon aren't you Waffles?
Melgrom just shakes in head in disgust.
"Your bloody bleeding hearted fools, whatever happens, let it be known will be on your heads."
Melgrom then turns off and heads to the uthgardt.
"So what are we to do with yous, the critters didn't come this way and I don't particularly want to cause yous more harm, especially since it is a noble cause, so the way I see it is we let you loose, you show me when you last saw these tracks and I'll point yous in the right direction, anyone have any arguments? "
Thumps listens, "Harshnag is well known to have defied the reputation of his people his action are sung from 10 Towns to Amn. Me I have heard no takes of like-minded white dragons. Perhaps Harshnag has the best insight on this."
Molok stays clear of the bundle and turns back to the others.
"Sohar, what now?"
Harshnag steps up, looks over the massive granite door for a moment before pushing it open rather easily. He looks down on Thumps "The White dragons of the North are like children with wooden swords, striving to prove to their fathers they can be just as murderous. KoChav has my highest respect, should he wish to spare it...but the wyrmling may not enter the temple. Who knows what wrath of the giant gods that would bring upon us..."
To Mel, the tribesmen look at each other and shake their heads NO, apparently having no arguments. They explain however that the tracks are likely completely gone now, they have bivouacked here for a few days trying to open the door.
Within, a thick frost clings to every surface of this 100-foot-high vaulted chamber. Seven enormous statues dominate the room. The largest of them is an 80-foot-tall robed giant, his arms outstretched and his face hidden beneath a stony cowl, facing a glowing archway in the east wall. Kneeling in rows to each side of this statue are six statues half its size, each impressive in its own right and depicting a paragon of a type of giant: hill, stone, frost, fire, cloud, and storm. These smaller statues face the bigger one in the room’s center. In their outstretched arms, five of the giants hold weapons — gifts for their All-Father. Only the frost giant statue is unarmed.
The archway is 40 feet wide and 40 feet tall. Six different runes are carved into it, each one inlaid with mithral, and a glowing mist fills the arch. Niches in the walls on either side of it contain empty, ice-covered sconces made of iron.
"I am afraid your companion is most likly lost then lads, I suggest you take your dead and return home, tho we will keep an eye out for any signs of the critters and your companion, and I vow on the honor my clan, if I find any signs of them, I will retrieve them if they still live otherwise return their body to your tribe so they can be buried in your customs, to this I swear, but for now yous have to leave this place, it is sacred ground and you's do not belong here, I want yehs to swear on the name of your tribe not to return here."
Urth walks past the mess and enters the hall surveying the statues and anything else.
"Harshnag, you may have to put a giant-sized weapon in the hands of the frost giant statue as a dedication to the All-Father." Urth suggests.