GM Tyranius Giantslayer (Inactive)

Game Master Tyranius

The man's eyes go wide and he holds a finger to his lips. Keep it down. He points a shaking finger to the ceiling. It is above us.

"Why didn't you come sooner....

"We came when we did. No use whining about it." Rog mutters as he places a healing hex on both of the surviving humans.

Healing Hex: 2d8 + 10 ⇒ (4, 3) + 10 = 17
Healing Hex: 2d8 + 10 ⇒ (4, 8) + 10 = 22

When the man points upward Rogzul looks up, and has Kashag do the same, relying on his companion to assist his senses, trying to find the dragon.

Perception: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (5) + 19 = 24

It is above us.

Wren looks up, then hastily slithers closer to the captives. "What color is it? Describe it?" Wren hisses as if their lives depend on it. He may even wish he hadn't dropped the torc.

1d20 + 15 ⇒ (5) + 15 = 20 Know (Arcana)

"What dragon?" Jorgan looks at Wren. "I think somethin' really is wrong with you, elf! We were told by those villagers that someone was taken away by a dragon. Now, I was expecting to find this fella in the dragon's lair or horde or whatever but we've stumbled upon him without waking the dragon! So far, so good, I'd say."

Then the man mentions that the dragon is above and Jorgan frowns, his face losing a bit of color. [b]"Aye. So there's nothing more to it; we need to kill this dragon, right? Then the place will truly be ours.

Before going further, Jorgan will cast greater magic fang on Spirit.

And if Wren determines the type of damage it does, Jorgan uses his last two 1st level spells to cast resist energy on himself and Spirit.

"Why didnae we come earlier?" Kraygan lets out a breath. "Better question would be 'how did ye get here' because there's a giant army just outside this cathedral. We had ta find a way 'round 'em. Killed a dozen or so on the way too."

Still, Kraygan is bothered by their tardiness. If they had not wandered all over the mountain range they might have gotten here in time to save more villagers. Turning his thoughts away from the tragedy, he looks up.

"If it's a fire breathin dragon up there, we should prob'ly get those geodes out."

The man shudders. It was enormous though it was dark out when we was attacked. Hard to tell the color. Coulda been black or red.

The other man clears his throat as he holds himself up on his elbows. Damn thing had red scales Bart. And trust me it breathes plenty of fire. Damn near burned down half the village.

Bart sits on the edge, feeling much better with Rogzul's healing. Dragon flew us in with its claws. We didn't wander in here on purpose. promise you that.

Wren nods, thinking of the torc that had been mocked in his direction. His hands go to his dragonfoe amulet, trusting in its power and then travel down to his haversack to retrieve and use his pearl of recall (magic missile).

"It appears we are not yet done here," Wren says grimly. "Is it up there now?"

Torgan flexes his muscles as he climbs back on top of Malt. The yak moos in kind, happy that his best friend has retaken his perch. "To the roof! Let's slice that dragon's firebelly out and start up this forge!" proclaims Torgan, extremely happy that they have found the last piece for the ceremony.

A few fleeting thoughts pass through Kraygan's head the group moves to charge upstairs. Though healed the group is weary. Though experienced at slaying giants they have not yet faced a true dragon. Though tough they are not incombustible.

"Heh. This should be fun." Hefting his lance, he grabs a scroll from his bags and hands it to Wren.

"Magic up me lance, would ye?"

Scroll with 2 magic weapon spells on it.

Once that is done he unslings the giant Drakebane Horn from over his shoulder and holds it ready in his other hand as he ascends.

Wren casts magic weapon on Kray's lance, then follows that up with an extended Heroism.

"Try not to die, dwarf," Wren says as he pats Kray on the back with the Heroism.

Wren will cast Haste just before the group ascends, getting all manner of yak & goat, dwarf & orc.

So Jorgan will use resist fire then. And what the heck, I'll throw strongjaw on Spirit as well.

Jorgan holds up his spear and nods to the others. "Quite the battle it'll be, I'm guessing." He turns to the captured men. "Don't worry though. This place will soon be under the leadership of the dwarves and you'll be welcome to recuperate here as long as you need and then we'll get you back to your village to start your repairs, if that's what you want."

"A warning, dwarves. I have very little healing left." Rog says even as he casts Stoneskin on himself and recalls a spell with his pearl of power CMW. "I know it's difficult not to be reckless, but try to use your heads a little bit."

He smiles as he speaks, almost good naturedly, the idea of fighting a dragon has his blood flowing and his heart racing and many of his spirits are already talking of the praise he would receive as a dragon slayer.

The group ascends the stairs to the final level of the impressive tower. Cold mountain winds howls wickedly through the shattered stonework of this chamber. Almost half of the towers floor and outer wall has crumbled away, exposing the inner chambers to vertiginous heights and the battering elements.

The highest level of the cathedral's central spire stands over 600 feet above the ground. It has suffered extensive damage over the years, leaving the chamber open to the elements. A fall from this height would likely result in death.

Hovering off the ground just outside of the spire is an impressively large red dragon. A crown of cruel horns surrounds the head of this mighty dragon. Thick scales of molten rock cover the length of its long sinuous body.

I see you have dealt with Urathash. Though you would loud enough to wake the entire Valley. The dragon hisses. And the smell of your delicious pets gave away your presence days ago. Small roils of fire leap forth from the dragons nostrils while the cold winds carry the smell of sulfur in the air as the dwarves bears blow behind them in the frigid air.

Active Party Buffs
Haste

Round 1
Torgan (75/90)(Malt 67/67; Wormrot; sickened -1 con)
Kraygan (100/100)(Haggis 83/83)
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Jahlvoraz (flying 20 feet above floor)
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Jorgan (92/94; Resist Fire 20)(Spirit 90/90; Resist Fire 20)
Rogzul (73/74)
Wren (61/61; 1 con dam)

Sense Motove: 1d20 ⇒ 5

Kraygan looks at the flying dragon and adds another thing to his list of things they should have considered. Dragons fly. Dwarves, not so much. At least not without a catapult. Seeing none in the immediate vicinity Kraygan does the only thing he can think of - he takes a deep breath and begins to raise the horn to his lips.

Since Torgan goes first I'll see if he has any other insights here before actually blowing it.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

"Something is controlling the dragon!" yells Torgan from the back of the furry Malt. "Elf, can you get rid of that? Perhaps the dragon will join our side and destroy the rest of the giants..." he says hopefully as he moves Malt up to the wall and away from the group.

Interrupted by Torgan's revelation Kraygan fumbles the Drakesbane Horn, and instead of a blasting note, it produces a sputtering Janderhoff cheer.

Deferring.

Not sure Wren can really respond as he hasn't acted in combat yet (i.e. flat footed). If so, save this for Wren's turn.

Wren looks at Torgan with a crazed eye, which he then casts at the dragon.

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 Sense Motive

"What am I? Some sort of magician? I can't fix that dragon!" Wren retorts to Torgan, then looks at Kraygan.

"You're usually so happy to toot your own horn, be it the top one or the bottom one. Is there is a reason why you wait now?" Wren says to Kray.

Looking back and forth in confusion, Kraygan huffs in annoyance.

"Balls..."

Deciding things can't get worse he blows the horn.

DC 22 Will save: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

So the sympathy spell's is weirdly named. But from what I gather it's intent is the ability to gather a specific creature type into one area. As there are plenty of ways to kill or drive away creatures there are very few ways to force encounters. (i.e. place traps and call creatures into them. or stop them from wanting to run away.

Also remember that the squares with rubble are difficult terrain.

As the horn bellows over the open air the dragon's tail twitches as it looks to calm down a bit. The dragon seems more content with being in the room. The horn reverberates throughout the wide open air.

Torgan darts Malt towards the wall just in time as the dragon leaps forward into the room. It's mighty wings beat to the call of Kraygan's horn as it hovers just above the rubble. Swoosh.....swoosh....swoosh. It is almost mesmerizing and terrifying at the same moment as the dragon releases a torrent of flames against the back wall. The flames wash over everyone but Torgan and Malt.

Fire Breath: 6d10 ⇒ (10, 1, 3, 3, 9, 1) = 27
DC 19 reflex for half

Jorgan and Spirit seem to be able to weather the majority of the flames as they seem to be quite resistant to it's effects. The blue and red flames wash over the group as screams of pain cut off Kraygan's horn.

Active Party Buffs
Haste

Round 2
Torgan (75/90)(Malt 67/67; Wormrot; sickened -1 con)
Kraygan (73/100)(Haggis 56/83)
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Jahlvoraz (flying 5 feet above floor)
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Round 1
Jorgan (85/94; Resist Fire 20)(Spirit 83/90; Resist Fire 20)
Rogzul (46/74)
Wren (34/61; 1 con dam)

Ref: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19
Ref: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
No damage to either of us!

"I don't know, brother. Maybe somebody's controlling it, but it certain just tried to cook us alive. I'm going after it!" Jorgan pulls out a potion and reaches up to let Spirit drink it, after which the giant ram starts to rise from the ground, flying Fly: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8 clumsily towards the dragon.

Round 1, Init 8

1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 7 + 1 = 14 Reflex (+haste)

Wren burns and chars, finding no way to escape the fiery blast despite his hasted actions.

He casts his recalled Magic Missile and retreats down the stairs to avoid future flame-halitosis.

5d4 + 5 ⇒ (2, 4, 1, 1, 1) + 5 = 14 force damage
1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 10 + 2 = 23 SR
1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 10 + 2 = 24 SR (dragonfoe amulet option)

Haste (2/10): +1 to your mom, and your mom's attacks, and +1 to your mom's AC and reflex. Also, your mom was probably a dwarf.

Kraygan Reflex + Heroism + Haste: 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 6 + 2 + 1 = 19
Haggis Reflex + Haste (evasion): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Kraygan weathers the flames better then he expected, though Haggis takes them full on.

"Jorgan, steer left and give me a line ta charge! Torgan, to its flank! Everyone else, charge!"

Cavalier's Challenge: Kraygan +5 damage, everyone else +2 to hit
+1 Lance - PA + Charge + GH + Heroism + Haste: 1d20 + 16 - 3 + 4 + 1 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 16 - 3 + 4 + 1 + 2 + 1 = 31
Spirited Charge Damage: 3d8 + 66 ⇒ (2, 5, 5) + 66 = 78

GM: Haggis failed his reflex save and is carrying one or two of those fire geodes. Would the flames ignite them?

Reflex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Rog roars as he takes the brunt of the fire breath, the smell of singed hair floats into his nostrils from the wiry fur that grows the length of his body.

Throwing a healing hex on himself, the half orc draws his spear and circles around to the other side of the dragon, momentarily relying on his spear to help him thwart more attacks while he decides what to do next.

Healing Hex: 2d8 + 10 ⇒ (4, 7) + 10 = 21

I forgot Haggis' attack.
Haggis Gore - PA + Charge + Haste + Banner: 1d20 + 15 - 2 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 15 - 2 + 2 + 1 + 1 = 32
Damage: 2d6 + 18 ⇒ (5, 6) + 18 = 29

Do you have Evasion also Jorgan?

@Wren- No need for SR on this one.

Jorgan pours a potion downs the rams throat. Which really was easier said than done as most of the potion spills all over Spirit's fur and smoking floor. Spirit slowly floats off of the ground as the ram wobbles uneasily in the air.

Rogzul heals himself as he circles around the dragon, spear in hand. Wren releases a flurry of force missiles at the dragon. One by one they slam into the dragon's chest, cracking a set of his scales and sending a few falling to the floor below.

@Kraygan- I don't think you had a clear lane to charge from where you were at.

Active Party Buffs
Haste

Round 2
Torgan (75/90)(Malt 67/67; Wormrot; sickened -1 con)
Kraygan (86/100)(Haggis 56/83)- pending
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Jahlvoraz (-14; flying 5 feet above floor)
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Round 1
Jorgan (89/94; Resist Fire 20)(Spirit 90/90; Resist Fire 20)
Rogzul (67/74)
Wren (34/61; 1 con dam)

Couldn't Kraygan go under Jorgan and Spirit since they are flying?

Torgan sighs a bit in relief as he realizes that his choice of movement saved himself and Malt from a potential barbecue. "Oi! Dragon! Over here!" he bellows as he leaps onto Malt's large shoulders, brandishing Agrimmosh at the creature as Malt charges in to gore the creature.

Gore @ Dragon | Haste/Flanking/Sickened/PA/FF: 1d20 + 15 + 1 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 15 + 1 + 2 - 2 = 24
Damage: 3d6 + 12 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (6, 5, 5) + 12 + 6 - 2 = 32

Hasted Gore @ Dragon | Haste/Flanking/Sickened/PA: 1d20 + 15 + 1 + 2 - 2 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 15 + 1 + 2 - 2 - 2 = 30
Damage: 3d6 + 12 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (6, 1, 4) + 12 + 6 - 2 = 27

Gore @ Dragon | Haste/Flanking/Sickened/PA: 1d20 + 15 + 1 + 2 - 2 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 15 + 1 + 2 - 2 - 2 = 23
Damage: 3d6 + 12 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (4, 6, 4) + 12 + 6 - 2 = 30

As Malt lashes out, Torgan quickly draws his maulaxes. As he draws them, he realizes that these once familiar weapons feel odd in his hand. Without time to reminisce, the dwarf chucks both at the dragon before launching three quick rocks from his sling.

Maulaxe @ Dragon | Haste/TWF: 1d20 + 13 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 13 + 1 - 2 = 22
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Maulaxe @ Dragon | Haste/TWF: 1d20 + 13 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 13 + 1 - 2 = 30
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Hasted Sling @ Dragon | Haste/TWF: 1d20 + 13 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 13 + 1 - 2 = 15
Damage: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Sling @ Dragon | Haste/TWF: 1d20 + 13 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 13 + 1 - 2 = 28
Damage: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Sling @ Dragon | Haste/TWF: 1d20 + 13 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 13 + 1 - 2 = 32
Damage: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Sling Confirmation @ Dragon | Haste/TWF: 1d20 + 13 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 13 + 1 - 2 = 15
Damage: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

To keep things moving: If charging isn't an option then Kraygan should still be able to get to melee with normal movement and make his and Haggis' attacks (without the bonus damage from Spirited Charge for Kraygan).

Lance damage: 1d8 + 22 ⇒ (8) + 22 = 30
Or..
Unarmed Nonlethal damage: 1d6 + 17 ⇒ (4) + 17 = 21

Not quite sure how high Jorgan is flying. With the dragon only being 5 feet off the floor, due to the ceiling, I don't see why Jorgan would be high enough to allow a massive dwarf riding yak underneath. Correct me if I am wrong though.

Malt slams into the dragon's backside multiple times, though his horns are only able to penetrate the thick scales once as they crack a few more.

Torgan hurls both of his axes and one is able to penetrate the dragon's magical defenses. The second maulaxe seems to be deflected by some sort of a magical barrier. Quickly grabbing his sling Torgan begins to chuck a few small stone at Jahlvoraz's head. Two of the stones smash into the dragon's right eye as it turns it's glare to Torgan.

Seeing the dragon turn away Kraygan moves in with Haggis and juts his lance out at the dragon's open neck. The lance punctures through the young dragon's neck as Kraygan uses Haggis to push it in a bit more.

Jahlvoraz moves with a wild fury as it bites at Torgan. The dragons wings fly with a fury as it lands on the ground slowly backing away and swinging its tail at Kraygan to keep the dwarf back.

Bite vs Torgan AC 26: 1d20 + 17 - 3 ⇒ (12) + 17 - 3 = 26
Damage: 2d6 + 10 + 6 ⇒ (6, 2) + 10 + 6 = 24

Claw 1 vs Kraygan AC 22: 1d20 + 17 - 3 ⇒ (8) + 17 - 3 = 22
Damage: 1d8 + 7 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 7 + 6 = 16

Claw 2 vs Kraygan AC 22: 1d20 + 17 - 3 ⇒ (7) + 17 - 3 = 21
Wings 1 vs Kraygan AC 22: 1d20 + 12 - 3 ⇒ (10) + 12 - 3 = 19
Wings 2 vs Kraygan AC 22: 1d20 + 12 - 3 ⇒ (12) + 12 - 3 = 21
Tail Slap vs Kraygan AC 22: 1d20 + 12 - 3 ⇒ (16) + 12 - 3 = 25
Damage: 1d8 + 10 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 10 + 6 = 17

Jahlvoraz bites into Torgan's arm as the wings and tail batter away at Kraygan and his deadly lance.

Active Party Buffs
Haste

Round 3
Torgan (51/90)(Malt 67/67; Wormrot; sickened -1 con)
Kraygan (53/100)(Haggis 56/83)
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Jahlvoraz (-128; flying 5 feet above floor)
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Round 2
Jorgan (89/94; Resist Fire 20)(Spirit 90/90; Resist Fire 20)
Rogzul (67/74)
Wren (34/61; 1 con dam)

"If ye want ta start the forge I suggest we take him alive!" Kraygan calls out as he slams his fist into the dragon's tail and wings.

Hasted Brawler's Flurry for Nonlethal Damage
Dropping Power Attack and engaging Combat Expertise for +3 AC
Cavalier's Challenge: Kraygan +5 damage, everyone else +2 to hit
+1 Unarmed Strike - CE - Flurry + Flanking + GH + Heroism + Haste: 1d20 + 16 - 3 - 2 + 1 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 16 - 3 - 2 + 1 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 32
Damage: 1d6 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16
+1 Unarmed Strike - CE - Flurry + Flanking + GH + Heroism + Haste: 1d20 + 16 - 3 - 2 + 1 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 16 - 3 - 2 + 1 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 25
Damage: 1d6 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14
Haste Attack: 1d20 + 16 - 3 - 2 + 1 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 16 - 3 - 2 + 1 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 36
Damage: 1d6 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15
Iterative: 1d20 + 11 - 3 - 2 + 1 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 11 - 3 - 2 + 1 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15

If the dragon survives this round Kraygan will use his Ride skill (auto success at his skill) to drop down to take cover (+4 AC). With haste and Combat Expertise this should boost him to AC 30.

Torgan feels the teeth rend his flesh as he cries out. "TRY THAT AGAIN!" he yells as he pulls out Agrimmosh and Brinya's Love. The flaming dwarf seems to have directed his ire towards the face of the beast as he urges Malt even closer.

Gore @ Dragon | Haste/Flanking/Sickened/PA/FF: 1d20 + 15 + 1 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 15 + 1 + 2 - 2 = 27
Damage | Sickened/PA: 3d6 + 12 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (4, 2, 2) + 12 + 6 - 2 = 24

Hasted Gore @ Dragon | Haste/Flanking/Sickened/PA/FF: 1d20 + 15 + 1 + 2 - 2 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 15 + 1 + 2 - 2 - 2 = 33
Damage | Sickened/PA: 3d6 + 12 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (5, 4, 4) + 12 + 6 - 2 = 29

Gore @ Dragon | Haste/Flanking/Sickened/PA/FF: 1d20 + 10 + 1 + 2 - 2 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 10 + 1 + 2 - 2 - 2 = 16
Damage | Sickened/PA: 3d6 + 12 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (5, 6, 4) + 12 + 6 - 2 = 31

Malt rages around, bucking and stomping as he thrusts his horns into the belly of the beast, as Torgan, stands staunchly on the beast's hindquarters. With a flurry, he swings around his dagger and hammer, trying to crush and stab the beast's head.

Agrimmosh @ Dragon | Haste/Flanking/TWF: 1d20 + 17 + 1 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 17 + 1 + 2 - 2 = 28
Damage: 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (3, 6) + 7 = 16

Hasted Agrimmosh @ Dragon | Haste/Flanking/TWF: 1d20 + 17 + 1 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 17 + 1 + 2 - 2 = 33
Damage: 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (5, 6) + 7 = 18

Brinya's Love @ Dragon | Haste/Flanking/TWF: 1d20 + 16 + 1 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 16 + 1 + 2 - 2 = 26
Damage: 1d4 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Agrimmosh @ Dragon | Haste/Flanking/TWF: 1d20 + 12 + 1 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (5) + 12 + 1 + 2 - 2 = 18
Damage: 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (1, 6) + 7 = 14

Brinya's Love @ Dragon | Haste/Flanking/TWF: 1d20 + 11 + 1 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 11 + 1 + 2 - 2 = 31
Damage: 1d4 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Brinya's Love Confirmation @ Dragon | Haste/Flanking/TWF: 1d20 + 11 + 1 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 11 + 1 + 2 - 2 = 28
Damage: 1d4 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Jorgan doesn't have evasion but he made the save for half damage, which doesn't break through his 20 fire resistance.

Jorgan is only flying high enough to be level with the dragon. I didn't realize he was only five feet off the floor, I thought he was higher. Oh well, he can't get away now! Besides, it's stylish.

Jorgan urges Spirit to fly a bit closer as the pair attack the dragon. "We've got him surrounded! How do we take him alive though? I guess I"ll try."

Jorgan tries to smack the dragon with his spear rather than stab, but Spirit's horns are still just as sharp.

Heartspit: 1d20 + 9 + 1 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 9 + 1 + 2 - 4 = 23
nonlethal damage: 2d6 + 11 ⇒ (4, 5) + 11 = 20

gore: 1d20 + 12 + 1 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 12 + 1 + 2 + 2 = 30
magic damage: 3d8 + 18 + 2 ⇒ (1, 3, 7) + 18 + 2 = 31

Taking advantage of his flanking position and his longer reach, Rog takes a single step forward and launches an attack against the dragon, more worried about bringing it down than keeping it alive.

Power Attack: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (17) + 16 = 33
Damage: 2d6 + 14 ⇒ (3, 3) + 14 = 20

Power Attack: 1d20 + 16 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 16 - 2 = 21
Damage: 2d6 + 14 ⇒ (6, 1) + 14 = 21

Power Attack: 1d20 + 11 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 11 - 2 = 12
Damage: 2d6 + 14 ⇒ (2, 5) + 14 = 21

@Jorgan- Facepalm! Math is hard.

Jahlvoraz looks unsure as he shakes his head. The dragon looks ready to flee but seems bound to the confines of the room instead. It shakes uncontrollably as its mental will holds the dragon in place from fleeing, well against its better intellect and judgement.

The combined efforts of the group prevail as they descend upon the younger, weaker dragon and quickly bring about its demise between spear, axe, stone and magic alike. The horn seemed to do well in its job of calling the dragon further into the room and causing it to remain within.

Like most dragons, Jahlvoraz’s greed has driven him to accumulate a sizable hoard of treasure, which he has displayed in the northeast corner of this level’s sole surviving room.

The pile contains:

• a suit of dwarven plate,
  
• a Large spined shield,
  
• a +1 light pick,
  
• a +2 shortbow,
  
• a potion of delay poison,
  
• a potion of displacement,
  
• a potion of haste,
  
• a scroll of blade barrier,
  
• a scroll of charm monster,
  
• a scroll of hold monster,
  
• a scroll of summon monster V,
  
• a scroll of wall of force,
  
• a noble’s outfit,
  
• a copper amulet with garnet setting (worth 80 gp),
  
• a brightly painted clay ceremonial mask with bronze feathers and glittering blue sapphire eyes (worth 545 gp),
  
• a set of three lapis lazuli carvings of leucrottas (worth 50 gp each),
  
• a black pearl (worth 500 gp),
  
• 3500 gp (700 gp ea)
  
• A bow carved entirely of polished Darkwood inset with rubies. Flickering flames seem to dance across the bowstring itself.
  
  DC 25 Spellcraft:

  This is Firestorm. Refer to the Campaign tab for more information.

Wren takes a deep breath, readying himself to charge up the stairs to face the dragon again.

One. Two. THREE!! Wren charges up the stairs, skidding in air with his bow raised and deadly arrow keenly aimed for a gap in the dragon's scales.

Instead of launching a devastating volley of pointed doom, he sees dwarf and half-human clobber, stab, slobber, and pulverize the dragon. He slowly lowers the bow and watches as the dragon falls into its horde, dead as a dead yak.

"Hmm. Good thing we didn't let the crystals be charged by this beast. That would have risked lighting the forge below, something we cannot allow to happen lest it fall into the hands the giants," Wren says, putting away his arrow and bow.

He moves about the room, seeking other foes or passages. When he is satisfied as to their safety, he will begin the important work of looting and finding any magics nearby.

He offers the magics around, only holding off and keeping the scrolls of hold monster and wall of force...but then he takes his time with the strangely powerful bow.

1d20 + 18 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 18 + 2 = 27 Spellcraft - Firestorm

He holds it up for others to look at.

"This is interesting. Very interesting. It's powerful. It's power will scale as my...uh...as the weilder's power increases. Maybe...maybe I should hold onto this item..."

"Well, I guess we kin add Dragonslayer to our accomplishments now. Har!" Kraygan boots the vanquished red monster and grins at his companions through a flame-singed beard.

At Wren's comment, he checks the geodes in Haggis' saddlebags to see if any change has come to them.

@GM: ?

Looking at the Geodes Kraygan doesn't notice any physical change to them. It seems that the fire needed to directly touch the geodes themselves and not so much the residual heat as they were safely tucked away in the bag.

"Well, looks like the forge stays cold." Kraygan shrugs, then notices something among the pile of treasure. "Is that Dwarven plate?!"

Leaping off Haggis, he hustles over to the armor, nearly bowling over Wren in his haste, and begins inspecting it. "Uskroth, yer time may be up."

Jorgan waves his hand at Wren. "Keep the bow. And I think a lot of those scrolls might interest you too."

Jorgan frowns. "I was thinking it'd be tricky to get those things breathed on. I guess I should have just held them since that dragon's breath couldn't do anything to me anyways. I was hoping we might just knock him out and then tied him up, but that didn't work. But hindsight and all; how are we gonna relight that forge now?"

Torgan and Wren's eyes glaze over as they have another Prophetic vision (Link)

Torgan's eyes roll back into his head and his rather large noggin lolls to the side for a moment and he tumbles from Malt's back.

Thud!

After a few moments, he comes to and appears to be in a bit of pain. "Aye... that was a brutal one." he remarks as he processes what he saw. He glances over to Wren and sees the man coming out of a trance as well.

"Well... I wouldn't say that Kray." the fiery dwarf says with a grin. "We could use a simple torch to light the forge as long as we have its fire glands or blood."

As he says this, Torgan stands up, groaning with the effort, and unsheathes Brinya's Love. He shoves the blade into the soft tissue under the mouth and wrenches the blade down the throat, slicing open the creature like a Tauntaun.

Blood and gore splatter across the floor as Torgan roughly searches for the fire glands, his hands coated in the dragon's blood.

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Also, that is a super cool bow! Gratz Wren!

Wren's eyes flick to the dragon and the ichor and blood that ooze.

Wren thinks of something like reliving a past thought and understanding it very well, then stores it away. He doesn't really want to remember exactly what he remembers for the fears that he has expressed.

"Keep the bow. And I think a lot of those scrolls might interest you too."

Wren nods, taking the bow in hand and taking a few test pulls.

"You all don't mind if I keep this then? Sure, sure. I'll keep it. Might be useful."

* * *When we rest...

Wren will copy the scrolls of Wall of Force & Hold Monster into his spellbook. Wren owes 1000 gp in spell copy costs.

1d20 + 18 ⇒ (17) + 18 = 35 Spellcraft
1d20 + 18 ⇒ (19) + 18 = 37 Spellcraft

Also, that is a super cool bow! Gratz Wren!

Damn dwarf ninjas.

Wren watches as Torgan goes to the body of the dragon and does things he wishes the dwarf would not. He makes no effort to stop the dwarf, but also does not help.

Ah piddlespot. This is a bad idea.

"Perhaps you wish to ignite the forge with your brand-new bow, Prophet?" Torgan asks jovially.

"Dammit, are you two having seizures again? I think we oughtta have a doctor look at your heads. Something isn't right."

Jorgan watches with some small amount of horror as his brother starts opening up the dragon. "Blood of the fire gland? Well, I guess that's convenient. At least we don't need to reanimate that thing. That surely wouldn't be fun."

After Torgan has finished his butchering, Jorgan asks, "Well, are we gonna relight the forge or what? And we need to tell those fellows downstairs that all is safe. I think we should also toss the body from the tower, along with the bodies of the giants. Let the others know there are new owners here now."

With the dwarves completely intent on relighting the mystical forge Torgan brings all of the necessary components to Etena. The elder giant instructs in on what he needs to do to relight the forge.

First Torgan grabs the sacred clay and slowly lines the furnace. Little by little the sticky clay gets packed in. Next the dwarves place the fire geodes within, to which Torgan pulls out the large dragon glands and firmly slits the membrane. A gel like secretion pours from the glands onto the rocks.

Etena moves to the wall and grabs a torch and hurls it into the forge. After a few moments the dragon secretion begins to ignite and causes the geodes to glow with a dull red flame. Using the tablet Etena slowly begins to chant the Blessing of Rosag over the embers. The dwarves pick up on the words quite quickly and join in.

As the ritual reaches its conclusion, a mighty blast of fire catapults from the center of the sacred forge, sending a bright shower of sparks all throughout the cathedral. Black smoke begins to pour from the chimneys within the cathedral's spires, and the slag pit around the dais turns bright yellow once again as it churns molten slag. A pair of ancient shard slags, living oozes with magic-infused iron, slowly move within the slag.

With the forge relit Etena seems relieved and beyond elated. Thank you for giving my life purpose once again. He grainy voice carries over the sound of the forge. You have fulfilled my destiny. She looks down into the pit as a small tear falls down her face.

With Urathash and Jahlvoraz defeated and the forge relit the group has but one worry left. The giant encampment just outside the doors. As all actions have consequences this one seems to work in Trunau's favor. Fortunately it takes about a week for the lesser giants to notice and question Urathash's absence. Once Urathash's lieutenants realize the stone giant recruiter is gone, they begin to scramble to claim the inquisitors seat of power. Still none of the hill giants, ogres, or trolls have Urathash's discipline or intelligence and the giants quickly divide themselves once more along tribal and racial lines. The horde gathered in this valley soon falls into chaos right outside the doors as the giants fight among themselves and the entire valley becomes a warzone. For days the cathedral's walls shake as more than one stone strikes its surface, but ultimately it holds strong against the mountain face.

With no strong hand to organize the warring tribes under the Storm Tyrant's banner, the giants eventually tire of the fighting and disperse back to their home territories in roving bands that pose significantly less threats.

Over the next few days, with the forge now relit Etena explains to the group about its inner workings and Minderhal. The forge does not create something from nothing. Minderhal is He who Makes and Unmakes. She demonstrates by placing a blade into the forges fires. Within moments it is melted back down into raw materials that might be forged into something new.

Basically anything you wish to 'sell' can be melted in the forge and turned into raw materials (Gold, just to make things simple) worth half the cost. Just as if you were to sell it in a city. With the materials (Gold) you can then place back in the forge and use the Craft Magic Arms and Armor / Craft Wondrous Item feats to craft new equipment. This was about the only way I could think of using this without breaking the game with unlimited free materials. Basically you can treat this forge as a vendor of sorts, but just using the feats it temporarily gives you if this makes sense. That way you are not making 1 millions pearls of power to sell off for gold.

"This is a bad idea. We should not do this.'

Wren does not actively aid in the relighting process (unless scowls and glares are motivating, then he's the elven incarnation of Eye of the Tiger). He worries too much about the giants outside and how this small team of ragtag misfits could hold their prize against such a horde.

When keeps his eyes on the giantess, expecting betrayal in the process and sure he will need his new bow in the process.

He frowns when that moment never comes.

He frowns even harder when his fingers itch, despite himself, to explore the magics of the forge, testing and trying out permutations of magic. He scans the packs of the dwarves for magics that might be cast in and dreams of what he might create.

More later. There is much thinking to think and plotting to plan.

"I don't know what you're so worried about, Wren. We took out the giants, all the evil ones at least, and the dragon. We restored order to the valley and took control of this fortress and the Forge. Now Trunau is that much safer thanks to us."

Jorgan climbs down from Spirit and pats the giant ram's leg. "Now, what we really need is a nice leather coat for Spirit here, maybe even some chain. Something to protect him."

First thing I'd really like is to get some armor for Spirit. I'll look into exactly what I want and how much it will cost later. Something light and adding +1-2 to armor is pretty cheap at our level.

"I don't know what you're so worried about, Wren. We took out the giants, all the evil ones at least, and the dragon. We restored order to the valley and took control of this fortress and the Forge. Now Trunau is that much safer thanks to us."

Rog nods in agreement along with Jorgan grinning widely as the dwarf continues to list their accomplishments.

"The dwarf is right. We cleared this place against the odds and the giants have not only murdered plenty of their own, but are beginning to wander back home. We are dragonslayers, elf! Dragonslayers!" He thumps his spear against the ground.

"But where do we go from here? The valley is clear but the Storm Tyrant has not been seen. We can't sit here with the forge forever."

"But where do we go from here? The valley is clear but the Storm Tyrant has not been seen. We can't sit here with the forge forever."

Wren looks at Rogzul, formulating an answer.

"Where do we go from here?"
"Where do we go from here, Squats?"

Wren looks down sadly looking at the smoking forge.

"The battle's done,
And we kinda won.
So we sound our victory cheer." Wren looks at the drunks dwarves.

"Where do we go from here?"
"Why is the path unclear,
When we know home is near.
Understand we'll go hand in hand,
But we'll walk alone in fear.
Tell me where do we go from here?"

Wren shakes his head.

"Did we win? And what have we done?"