| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
Zamanda sees that people are listening to the idiot, so well back from the fight she casts a spell and then steps up on a convenient soapbox and starts talking to the crowd, explaining how Trifaccia is no hero, and that he in fact hired the "troublemakers" ahead of time in every case so that he could show up and pretend to save everyone, and that he had been hiding behind that chimney the whole time, letting the bad guys destroy things, and the only reason he came out is because he was spotted, and that he must be part of some conspiracy against the city which is making everyone's lives harder, and why should people put up with antics like that?
She continues her rant against false heroes, saying that no one could take Blackjack's place, and that only a criminal like Trifaccia would try. ... Once she thinks she has a good following, she starts chanting "Down with Trifaccia" in between additional rants, reinforcing and expounding at length about how evil Trifaccia is to try to pull the wool over the eyes of the good people of Korvosa...
(Spell: Compelling Rant)
With no magic to compel anyone to listen, Bashiel stands at the edge of the fight, waiting to intervene should Trifaccia attempt to play dirty. When he sees the fellow turn invisible, he takes out and dons his mantis helm in order to have it available to see invisible foes.
|
| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
Ilsa can't help but gasp as the veteran swordsman strikes her in the chest. She has faced few, if any, as skilled. She holds a hand to her breast and it comes away wet with blood.
And yet--the corner of her mouth raises in a smirk when he disappears.
"Where are you running to, Trifaccia?" she taunts loudly. "Are you conceding defeat? I sense your resolve is slipping."
When he disappears, Ilsa knows exactly what he has done. Somehow, her eyes even track exactly where he has gone as if she is seeing with some preternatural sight.
"Come back when you want to finish this," she muses, looking awfully close to straight at him. "I'll be waiting right here."
She takes a pace away from him, trying to avoid his deadly blades, and casts a spell to produce a bank of thin, eerie mist.
Trifaccia growls as Zamanda performs her compelling rant.
A bank of fog suddenly feels the street as Ilsa casts her spell.
You notice the bank fog moves as some figure moves away from it. Then, rays of fire start to come up from somewhere in the west.
One of the rays strikes straight in Ilsa's chest, but the other two are confused by the displaced image surrounding her.
As the spell completes, Triffacia pops up, visible once again "Stop looking at me like that b!$&*! I cannot stand it!" you all notice a tingle of desperation in his voice suggesting his will to fight is quickly wearing down.
He closes his hand in a fist and starts to raise the arm, flames quickly raising from the ground and surrounding Ilsa in a circle of fire.
The opaque nature of the flames blocks Ilsa's stare, giving some relief to the suffered Trifaccia.
With his preparations complete, Kalem began to look around for a way out of his current location. If he was going to be stuck there for all eternity, then it would not be in the same spot. All he had to do was make his way out...
Kalem thinks he is ready, he looks up, and with his first step he only falls down as the ground breaks and he falls on a rocky path in a lower level. He looks around and starts walking, but many paths open in front of him. When he is desperate and almost to give up, he spots a halfling with curly hair, a freckled face, and a tattered red and green coat held together by buttons calling him from one of the paths "C'mon my friend, this way! There are battles to be held!"
The redheaded halfling makes another sign for Kalem to approach, and disappears coming into the branch where she was standing.
Kalem shrugged. A demon in disguise, no doubt. But one that would regret it's ruse soon once the inevitable sudden betrayal happened. The tiefling walked after the "halfling" his scythe at the ready, wondering how long his afterlife would last.
Kalem starts to follow the apparent halfling. The redheaded disappears here and there taking different branch tunnels on this hell of a maze.
Every now and then, the halfling looks back at Kalem and offers him a reckless smile.
On one of the turns he stumbles with the halfling who is standing atop a well with bubbling lava on its depths. The halfling looks at the tiefling with that cocky-reckless smile "We have arrived" she grasps the tiefling's arm, and Kalem feels a divine strength pulling him into the well.
Despite all his mighty force, it is night to fight the halfling, she is way stronger than Kalem, and so, she pushes him into the hole jumping with him to the depths.
Kalem splashes against the lava, it burns like hell.
A rift opens in the middle of the street and a stream of lava is ejected, with Kalem rolling out among it. As the rift closes you spot at the other side a halfling with curly hair, a freckled face, and a tattered red and green coat held together by buttons. With the same loud sound with which it appeared, the rift disappears in less than a second taking the halfling with it.
You recognize the halfling as Chaldira Zuzaristan, goddess of Battle, Luck and Mischief, known to charge into battles without much planning.
It is said those in Chaldira's favor experience exceptionally good luck and an extraordinary ability to avoid harm in reckless endeavors.
Kalem sees a bank of fog in the middle of the street, and a jet of flames blocking the passage to the west.
To the east, Zamanda and Laori are standing, while Bashiel is standing in the roof of a building. Many people are looking through the windows, but there is no trace of the thugs or Ilsa.
"Kalem!!!!" Laori runs towards the tiefling, helping him to stand up and pointing towards the flames "Ilsa is fighting against Trifaccia! He has promised to leave the city if she wins" she hugs the tiefling "I was worried, where have you been?"
Slowly, the streets of Korvosa start to become covered by cinders and streams of lava as Kalem's Vision of Hell comes back into effect.
| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
Kalem hugged Laori with feeling, in equal part relief and to see if she was real. ”The abyss.” He said. ”That bastard sent me to the abyss!” The fear and relief began to give way to anger, which he tried to push down. ”Did you see a halfling? Curly hair, freckles, and a tattered red and green coat hung together by buttons? She got me out of there. Took me to a portal that brought me back. But I don’t see her anywhere…”
|
|
Ilsa winces as the fire scorches her. Flame licks at her as she exits the circle of fire, back toward the safety of her eerie bank of light fog. Her cloak still smolders as she re-establishes her terrible gaze on the man, with the reds and oranges from the conflagration mirrored in her eyes.
But her voice sounds triumphant as she addresses Trifaccia.
"You have lost," she says to him with a gloating voice barely above a whisper. "And I don't appreciate your disrespectful language. Don't you think it would be better to treat me with respect, when from now on you're to refer to me as 'Master'?"
Ilsa feels her spell fails and does not work at all on Trifaccia as if it is not the proper type of creature.
"Me? To call you Master?" the masked figure breaks in a loud laugh
He swings his scimitar and runs towards Ilsa entering into the fog once more
Trifaccia charges with all that is left for him. Desperate to stop the terrifying stare of the mesmerist he slices directly at her eyes and manages to cut through!
With his spring attack ability, he then rears back without Ilsa being able to react. He disappears inside the circle of flames losing eye contact with the mesmerist once more! As he goes in, the flames do not seem to have any effect on him.
|
|
Ilsa's bravado and confidence both evaporate in a single moment as she realizes the man behind the mask is not human--or even humanoid. She grasps her eyes after the man's powerful strike--drawing away more blood but avoiding any permanent damage.
As he disappears back into the flames, Ilsa works to maintain her connection with his mind, but manages to do so.
She focuses a spell directly in the center of the flame, and fear emanates from her in a palpable wave.
| 2 people marked this as a favorite. |
Zamanda continues to maintain her spell, and the associated rant.
... What a buffoon, am I right? Raising his voice as though he were a whiny child, demanding your attention, when you all can see through him clear as day. I mean, you're Korvosans. We live in a city of intrigue and wonder. You aren't the gullible worms that he expects you to be. YOU know that he is a fraud and a cheat, and nothing even approaching a hero. He's not a native Korvosan, or even someone we've happily adopted into our community. He's an outsider, a nothing. Fighting against a true native who is just trying to defend the city. Pah. Can you believe the audacity of that foreign idiot, trying to come in here and dupe Korvosans? Trying to convince you that he is saving you from pretend revolutionaries that HE hired? He likely works for the same person that was spreading disease through the city, the same person who has been trying to undermine the city and destroy free trade, and grind hardworking citizen's faces in the mud. A madman, certainly, believing that he can take the place of true heroes like Blackjack and try to turn you all into compliant little sheep, listening to everything he says, but insulting you to the core with every word. Down with Trifaccia and everyone with a similar intent to harm hardworking Korvosan citizens! We won't stand for this sort of behavior, will we? Tell him how you feel! Show him how you feel! ... BOO, Trifaccia. Boo! Poor performance. Get off the stage and let someone with some talent stand up instead, you useless actor wannabe! Fake! Fraud! Utter moron. Don't try to own the minds of Korvosans. We can see through you! A buffoon as I said. Every word a lie, designed to dupe us all. ...
| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
Kalem looked on in confusion. "Why is Ilsa fighting alone?" He asked. "Shouldn't we go and help her? I could fly up there right now, you know. Put my scythe into the back of his head while he's distracted." Looking around in confusion he wondered if the rest of the group was somehow enthralled. Or in Zamanda's case, under some sort of magically induced madness, given how she wouldn't stop ranting and rambling.
| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
Ilsa focuses all her magic, and throws her terror through the fog and the flames.
The fire roars in the formed circle.
Nothing seems to happen.
From your position atop the building, you are able to see Trifaccia cowering, frightened to get out of the fire circle and face Ilsa or even look at her again.
Laori holds Kalem's face caring and smiling at him "What? You don't know her? She was the personification of Chaldira Zuzaristan Kalem! Goddess of Battle, Luck and Mischief, known to charge into battles without much planning!" she laughs, apparently happy to see Kalem is ok "It is said those in Chaldira's favor experience exceptionally good luck and an extraordinary ability to avoid harm in reckless endeavors"
Many images come back at Kalem. Suddenly he realizes why the halfling felt that familiar before. Images of Marcus death and the terror, depression and obsession that followed. The way Gaedren's orphans bullied him. His first steps in the streets. The halfling was there. He thought it was just an imaginary friend out of his loneliness and depression. But she was there when the orphans tried to drown him and he survived. She was there when the shack he was living in was burned by the orphans. And she was definitely there the day he met Nicolas. On every turn when his life was to hit a bottom line, she had been there.
| 3 people marked this as a favorite. |
Forgetting the hellscape vista he had conjured, the magical duel dominating the streets, even his own sense of balance, Kalem sunk to his knees with a stunned expression on his face. Kneeling at Laori's feet, he raised a shaky hand to his head while he stared through the ground and into the void. "What...?" He said, to nobody in particular. "How...?" He added. So many years of being alone. Of being miserable. Of detesting the world and everyone in it, even while he put on a smiling face. So many long years. And here was proof that it was all a lie. That he had never actually been alone. That there had always been someone watching over him. Before that moment he had never really thought about the Gods, assuming that they were so far above mere mortals that it was pointless to even think about them. Let alone worship them. But here was undeniable evidence that one had been present in his life for far longer than he had ever known. He also wondered, at that moment, about the source of his strength. He knew that he had infernal blood. The proof was right there in his skin and his eyes. But if she was there, then how much of that was true? It also occurred to him that if Chalidra was present in his life, then was she alone? The misfortune. The anger. The dark thoughts that would creep in. How much was him? How much of what he had done, or what had happened to him, had been natural occurrences and how much had been divine? He had surely enough gone to the abyss...or hell. He still didn't know the difference. But regardless, something there had been coming for him, and she had saved him from it.
There were so many questions to process. "Chalidra." He said, as if he was tasting the word. Battle? That was certainly something he was good at, and in truth enjoyed. Luck? As unfortunate as his life was, he lived where others did not due to luck. Mischief? Not exactly the word he would have used to describe himself. But as a semi-reformed con-artist who had lived on the tip of the tongue, he supposed that he fell into that as well. Especially as he never chose marks who looked like they couldn't afford it. And reckless endeavors? He couldn't think of a single endeavor that wasn't reckless.
Getting himself together he looked at Laori. "Is this how the Gods act?" Putting his hand over hers he continued "Is it real? Do I owe her now? How does any of this work?"
| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
The people at the windows listen Zamanda. One of them starts to roar and shout. Immediately thereafter tens of voices join protesting against Trifacia
Ilsa is surrounded by more images.
Whatever is going on inside the wall of fire, nothing emerges from it.
The flames keep roaring.
You see that Trifaccia suddenly turns invisible. If you have indeed activated the mask, you see him running out of the flames and away towards the southern streets frightened and jeered by the public.
"I do not know Kalem!" Laori answers still giggling enthusiastically "Gods' will is strange sometimes and their agendas are difficult to grasp for mere mortals. I guess you are already doing something that honors her if she helped you"
With the aid of the mantis helm, Bashiel monitors Trifaccia's position. When he sees the scoundrel fleeing the fight while invisible, he rises into the air and follows generally after him. He stays close enough to track him, but not so close as to give away Trifaccia's position to Ilsa...
Even though the integrity of the duel is already in question, he feels honor-bound not to break it further. On the other hand, it wouldn't do to let the group's quarry escape.
Ilsa drinks the potion, then heads into the fiery circle.
Inside, she does not find any trace of the masked man. She touches around trying to pin-point his position, but there is no trace. She is sure Trifaccia is not inside the flaming circle.
As she is still inside the circle when Trifaccia's round comes up, Ilsa is burned by the heat.
Following from your vantage point Trifaccia, you see him running forward a couple of streets to the south, then turning to the left, heading towards the piers.
The people outside keeps booing with Zamanda
| 2 people marked this as a favorite. |
Zamanda continues her rant.
... and a coward, it turns out! Making Ilsa go in after him... hiding away from you after trying to convince you he is a hero. Such audacity and villany. Booo, Trifaccia! Boooo! Get out of our city--we don't want you here! Hire people to do damage and harm others and then try to take credit for driving them away? The last thing we need around here is a fake hero. Go back to wherever you came from. Korvosa doesn't need anymore villains! ...
|
|
| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
Ilsa curses softly as she sees he is no longer there--or at least not visible to her.
Withdrawing from the flames, she raises her hands to the crowd.
"He is gone--he is no hero! He's a fraud!" she exclaims. "He's working with the thugs! He has a deal with them to drive them off and make it look like he's the force of order. But it's a lie!"
Still wary that he may be around, she draws her scroll of see invisibility.
Ilsa gets out of the flaming circle, which is getting familiarly painful.
She prepares a scroll to see the invisible and shouts back to the crowd.
There is a rumble all through the street, until finally most of the public starts to cheer up the great warrior that defeated the false Trifaccia!
Eventually the wall of fire disappears, leaving just the scorching marks of the burn in the ground, and a broken stone here and there due to the extreme heat.
But Trifaccia does not return, and so Ilsa is proclaimed winner of the duel by public acclamation!
With the sounds of the crowd cheering for the winner of the duel, Bashiel nods affirmatively. He rises up above the rooftops to beckon the rest of the team, then returns to following Trifaccia. For as much as the fellow made this out to be an honorable duel, Bashiel was skeptical that Trifaccia would honor the terms and leave the city.
Zamanda stops her spell, which continues for a short time after she stops speaking, and she joins in the cheering for Ilsa... but wonders where Trifaccia is. If they have to go through all of this again, it is going to be really annoying.
She goes over and starts looting the body of the woman she killed, but tries to make it look like respectfully preparing the body for transport to the morgue, so as not to offend the crowd.
She also wonders who was granting the group's wishes. Was Trifaccia some sort of genie?
You bind all the hints to deduce who, or better said, what, this Trifaccia is:
- not humanoid
- able to shapeshift to human or at least resemble one
- fire user
- immune to fire
- able to concede wishes
And come up to the conclusion he could be an efreeti or some other kind of fire genie. A much powerful and well trained one at the least.
You know efreetis are LE, and thus, he is most probably going to honor his promise of not returning to Korvosa, but guard a deep hate for Ilsa.
Zamanda takes the body of the fallen woman. Others are still on the ground, scorched by Laori's column of fire.
Slowly, the people start to leave the cheering and return to their everyday doings. At the least, they will have something to talk about for the next days, probably months, as they assisted to the undeniable defeat of Trifaccia, the Queen's conspirator to taint the image of the Rebellion, as Zamanda has well implanted in their vision of the event.
You follow Trifaccia up to the piers. There, he loses invisibility and takes a ferry to cross the river and abandon Korvosa.
Zamanda loots all the bodies while lining them up for the dead wagon.
|
|
Relishing her victory, at least a little, Ilsa waves at the crowd before they begin to disperse.
She circles up with her companions again, making sure to hug Kalem. "I'm glad you're back--where did you go? Also, where's Bashiel?"
She goes on to explain what she has found out about the man behind the mask. "All I can tell you, after probing his mind repeatedly, is that he's no man. Or even a humanoid, for that matter. I couldn't take control of his mind, even though I brutally punished him. He won't forget me, I'm sure, and I've left him with some mental scars that he can't heal without powerful magic."
After explaining what she knows, she says "I'd imagine we've done enough to stop him for now. I think our next step is to think about how to infiltrate the castle."
| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
In the dead bodies Zamanda finds four alchemical fire flasks, four masterwork rapiers, four potions of cure moderate wounds, four scrolls of cure light wounds, four +1 studded leader armors, gold pieces and other materials for value of 1500 gp.
After several minutes, Bashiel returns to the scene and alights upon the ground near the rest of the team. "You really did a number on him Ilsa. Trifaccia made it to the docks and took the first boat that he could out of town. He might make it back, I suppose, but I'd guess he won't be too eager to fight you a second time." He grins.
"As for Neolandus, we already caught up with him and got that map, remember? I think with Trifaccia dealt with, we should head back to see if there's any news. If not, we can start probing the defenses of the Queen's stronghold." He purses his lips "It'll be tough, but we've got to start somewhere."
|
|
Ilsa mirrors Bashiel's grin as he recounts the fight and Trifaccia running away.
"He was tough," she concedes. "It was a little closer than I had hoped. But I'm glad it worked out."
When the rest of the group is huddled up, she says "So, it sounds like we need to review our maps and scout out the castle entrances. I'm guessing that anywhere we enter will be well-guarded, but perhaps if we can find the least-guarded entrance we can keep them off-balance."
You head back to the Dead Warrens, saying the pass word to get through as usual. Inside you find Cressida has left, but d'Bear is tending to some of the injured.
You do report back about the destiny of Trifaccia "Those are good news. The Queen plots are melting in front of truth"
The Highpriestess updates you about the last movements of the rebels. You are offered lunch and a opportunity to rest.
In little more than an hour you are once more ready to act.
Cam someone restore my wisdom just in case I have to cast that spell again in the near future?
|
|
| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
Ilsa reaches out toward Zamanda with her mind.
"I can assault a mind, but I can also heal it," she says. "Close your eyes and try to relax."
Zamanda sits down and tries to relax.
| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
For a moment Kalem was about to offer a witty(?) barb along the lines of it being impossible to repair what was never there, but decided that it was a bad idea to distract someone performing psychic surgery. Given Zamanda's impassioned ranting in the streets, it was for everyone's benefit that the procedure went smoothly.
Once Zamanda is feeling better, Bashiel broaches the topic of how to approach the castle. "Is there a way we could all turn invisible, and then fly to one of the towers?" "I don't know much about dragons, but I'd assume any dragons would be somewhere with large enough openings to fly out, and the tops of the towers could be that."
"Maybe we also just need to do an initial scouting of it, just to see where the guards are concentrated. Even one person alone could do that while invisible."
"No dragon has been seen in Korvosa. At least on centuries" sentences d'Bear.
Reviewing Neolandus' maps, you also notice there is no large opening designed for a dragon to take off.
Whatever you decide though, it is thrown to the bin by the sudden turn of events. As soon as you emerge to the surface in order to scout, get more information, resupply or just rest, you find images of true panic in the streets.
People is running away from Castle Korvosa carrying whatever small belongings they had in their hands at the time. When you try to stop some citizens, they look at you with wide eyes full of fear "A dragon! A huge black dragon!" then continue running in the opposite direction.
By the size of it, you know it might be anything between an old black dragon and a wyrm black dragon.
Of course, you know some dragons are quite unique, and no dragon is equal to any other in essence.
Quickly you run towards the danger following the flow of panicking people. Soon enough, you find yourselves in the surroundings of the pyramid fortress. A huge black dragon is flapping its wings flying well away from spell reach. A gray maiden is riding the dragon in full armor.
You find it awkward the dragon is flying that high. At that distance it is difficult to find whatever they are trying to search for. It seems more as if they were trying to display themselves.
You do recognize the emblems in the maiden's armor, and specially the crest on the top of her helmet, as those of Ileosa's personal bodyguard: Sabina Merryn
You do also know Sabina was once the protege of the famed weaponmaster Vencarlo Orisini, but left the school under dubious circumstances after a bitter duel with her former teacher.
Since her departure, she found her way into the Korvosan Guard. Her skills led to a swift rise through the ranks, and her ferocity in battle and her gothic beauty quickly caught Ileosa’s eye. The queen requested Sabina be discharged from the Guard, then quickly reassigned her to her current role as royal bodyguard, handmaiden, and rumor says, eventually lover. Whatever Sabina’s actual relationship with Ileosa, she is rarely seen far from the queen’s side.
"Would be foolish to engage now. It's awkward for the dragon to fly that high. It wouldn't be able to find anything or anyone from that height. It looks to me like they're making a show of force. Which means-" The bloodrager continued "-that if we fight it now, not only do we split ourselves up fighting at such a height, but all the eyes of the city will be on us. Including every reinforcement that the Queen can throw at us."
(fail)
(pass)
(follow up fail)
I disagree. We should fight it now... we know where it is, and it is scaring the citizens. This is exactly what could turn the tide of the rebellion. Try not to kill the rider though... that's Sabina Merryn , Ileosa's personal bodyguard and one of the Gray Maiden leaders. We need to talk to her.
Zamanda whispers "I swear to slay my target" because if you can't use an oath on a dragon, then what good is an oath?
Then she casts gravity bow.
|
|
Ilsa holds up a hand to Zamanda.
"Wait--we just had a big battle, and our defenses are down. I'm more inclined to agree with Kalem. Perhaps if we prepare our defenses, and have a plan of where to run in the event things turn south, we might try it. Bashiel, what do you think?" she asks, hoping the paladin can provide some wisdom.
| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
With the dragon up in the distance, Bashiel coughs. "Well uh, that was convenient."
"Sabina Merrin? I think Mirya mentioned her once or twice. In fact... way back when, when we were awarded a medal for protecting the city, she was there. Strange to see her on a dragon now." After a moment to think, Bashiel adds his 'wisdom' to the situation "Like Kalem says, this is definitely a show of force. Out in the open like this, the dragon has all the advantages. With those wings it could probably outfly us by quite the margin while spraying us with... whatever this particular one breathes."
"Still, it's exposed right now. Maybe we can follow where it goes. Track it to a more enclosed location so we can fight it on our own terms. Or at least identify what area of the castle is big enough to serve as a dragon's roost."
| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
Zamanda pauses when Ishta tells her to wait, but says
I'm waiting, but I'm not going to let it get away. We took the dragon in Scarwall down without a plan... and taking down the dragon now, when it is threatening the people... that's exactly what we need to get people on our side. Dragon corpse in public, and showing everyone who is riding it... the queen's bodyguard. This has way more impact on what Cressida is planning than being safer about it. Unless... I mean, do you think we can't take it?
| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
As the others talked Kalem listened and then sighed. "Chalidra watches over me." He said, as he took out his scythe. The bloodrager rolled his shoulders, cracked his neck, and then knelt down. One hand was placed on the ground, the other held his scythe out to the side. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and with a reckless endeavor in mind opened his eyes once more. They glowed with the inner light which showed that he was channeling the power within him. A pair of demonic wings formed on his back as he launched himself into the air, heading straight for the dragon.
He shot up with incredible speed, his wings pushing him forward like a lance of fire. Flames erupted from his scythe as he went straight for the dragon, his eyes locked upon it. This wasn't the first dragon that they had fought, and as such he had no fear of the beast. If Zamanda wanted to make a scene, then a scene he would make. Chalidra was with him, he was sure. All he had to do was not think about anything besides the dragon's neck...he felt the impact of his warscythe hitting scale and continued to push up, straining to keep a hold onto his weapon. What mattered was momentum, and having enough strength to make the most use of it. All he had to do was keep going and to keep a hold on the weapon. He knew that if he could just endure for those few moments, then the city would have a headless dragon to talk about.
As the group discusses Laori inadvertendly heals up the party.
Very fair arguments are put forward. Care. A show to the city. Arguments go back and forth in a tense moment as the square gets emptied by the people running.
Yet any attempts to reason are put back as the party suddenly hears shouts from the air. It is Kalem, wings extended, charging in against a dangerous foe with little care for his own safety. Chaldira Zuzaristan smiles at her sit, witnessing the reckless charge without much planning from his protege.
Despite Bashiel's brilliant armor, the distance is far away that the group gains a surprise assault on the dragon and knight.
On his flight, Kalem cuts 60 feet from the 300 feet distance to the dragon.
Ilsa casts displacement.
Laori casts air walk on herself.
Zamanda makes an oath she will slay the dragon.
The charge…wasn’t that. The dragon was too far away. So Kalem continued to fly…
Suprise round:
Zamanda casts Gravity Bow
Round one:
Zamanda shoots at the dragon.
(oath, rapid shot, distance penalty)
(gravity bow, acid, cold, oath)