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Angela gives a sligh and pinches her nose as she watches Hadza bring his giant hammer down in a painfully obvious overhead swing. "If you are that easy to read, you are never going to hit anything mobile. Shorter, faster swings are much better." The halfling then takes her mongspear and tries to infuriate the wrymling enough to let Hadza's easily read movements have a chance.
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"Stupid, stupid kobolds!" Kahwen shouts as the creatures rush his gnome companion. It seems like he's going to have to backtrack to help Nigel rather than finally getting to fight the dragon.
"Huzzah!" he declares as Haska's well placed bomb takes out one of the kobolds.
"You can handle one kobold, right Friend Nigel? Ok, great!" he asks then answers before Nigel can.
"Excellent directing, Friend Angela," he says as he rushes past her.
He slips past Dark, as well, performing a hands free cartwheel over top of him to avoid exposing himself to an attack from the dragon.
He lands in a familiar place across from Hadza. Understandably, the dragon is focused on the giant man with the giant hammer, so it is easy enough for him to strike at a weak spot.
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Dark's sword strikes true against the dragon but is not enough to take down the ferocious beast! Kahwen doesn't have as much luck as the dragon notices him and avoids his strike!
Nigel hesitates to make a move when confronted by the Kobold! Unfortunately for him, the Kobold reacts and continues to prod the gnome with his spear but finds himself distracted and in distraught when he looks around to find himself to be the last standing Kobold against the pathfinders!
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Nigel watches as another eagles vanishes. I think I am helping at least! He takes a step back from the kobold who missed him and makes a fourth eagle of the day. I am starting to feel drained.
He looks at Kahwen and apologizes. I am sorry but I think taking some heat off of Hadza might help a bit more than taking out this punk.
Things seem to be repeating themselves as the 3rd eagle appears this flight and smites the dragon and attacks with all its might!
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Once more, Nigel summons another eagle into the fray facing the perils of the dragon. Withered down by the eagles, the dragon seems to be exhausted, and no longer holds a loud roar to intimidate the pathfinders.
In a last effort to take you out, the dragon releases an icy cold breath, but immediately falls unconscious from the exhaustion of the battle.
The last kobold starts to panic! And runs aimlessly around the chamber.
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With the dragons defeated and their kobolds fleeing, the Pathfinders assemble in the deep cave. With her phantom Anok in tow, Medda approaches the frozen column and brushes away the outer layer of frost. Frozen within the column is a dwarven woman in steel armor, her body torn as if by immense claws. With her hand pressed against the ice, Medda pleads. “Ivvora, I have found you. Now what? Vildeis said to find you and that you would help me, but how can we help you in this state?”
“You look to me when you should look to the evil that stalks our homeland. It is not I who needs help,” declares a voice that is both sweet as music and powerful as a thunderstorm. The frost melts away from the column, revealing dozens of clear facets that dribble melt water as if from open wounds. The image of a wounded angelic figure reflects in each facet, simultaneously warming the chamber and judging all that the angel sees. “As you can see, I serve Vildeis more directly than before.” The images look to Anok. “I see you took your oath seriously, Anok. I was wrong to have doubted your conviction. How are our people?”
The red phantom’s hue turns rosier as he looks to Medda and responds, “You would be proud.”
With a nod, the angel addresses everyone at once. “Then why do you seek me?”[b/]
[b]“Eshimka has returned,” Medda announces. “We fought off the horror once, but it shall return at the next solstice.”
The angel’s eyes flare with righteous fire. “Then you will need a weapon to defeat it, as I had. Vildeis granted me the blade that I gave your people, but only after I thought I had given everything to vanquish my greatest foe. Even now I can sense evil has returned to that land, far to the south in a forest where the Whispering Tyrant’s legions once ruled. Show our patron Vildeis the same dedication that I did, and I shall ask that she equip you in the same way.” With that, the angelic images fade from the melting column.
Medda addresses the gathered Pathfinders. “I believe I know the forests Ivvora mentioned. You have already done so much, Pathfinders, but I invite you to help more. After I give Ivvora the burial she deserves, I will set forth with all who are able and willing for the Fangwood.”