Looking up into the sky for a few moments as if seeking some kind of inspiration he sighs heavily and silently he curses .
Though he was almost out of spells and weary beyond words he knew he could not stay behind but he also knew that once his few spells were gone he was of little use to the party.
I do not wish to accompany him Corrleon but I will accompany him.
If Corum and the others are going then so must I.
Can someone find me a damn cross bow? At least I can give them some kind of help once my remaining spells are spent he says somewhat testily
Greyston hauls himself up wiping off the snow clinging to his clothes. "Let's just get this done." He searches for his flask and takes a long sip the bitterness of it warming him up and dulling his senses as he again throws himself headlong into a fight.
"Maybe we can bring a modicum of peace to Triax. That's worth something, right?"
Corum snaps his fingers as he suddenly has an idea "Ellie, go get the but. You can control it. Damned weird bloody magic thing it is but it can do some serious damage."
Elleross smiles kindly at Corum as he becomes animated, the sudden idea to use the hut Was a good one but unfortunately he had no idea how difficult it was.
a grand idea Corum but unfortunately I have no means to control the hut. It is quite beyond my understanding I am sorry to say.
We have no way to utilise the power of the hut, I am afraid we are on our own
Tired, low on resources and plenty of enemy left, sounds like every longer-term conflict I've ever signed on for!
Sapphire laughs briefly
Not even a question Corum, my sword and your axe.
She nods at Corrleon
We swore we'd help end the conflict, nothing else left to talk about, lead on!
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Bescaylie and Exfrixes, the pair who originally brought you to Spurhorn land beside the group. They are followed by another pair of Dragonkin hailed forth by Commander Pharamol.
We're going to do this fast! the Commander says, a gleaming broadsword held in one mailed fist. Malisender will regret coming here for the short time she still draws breath.
He kicks his companion into flight and, carried by the other Dragonkin you too are soon in the air, rising high above the bloody and smoking Spurhorn. You cling on, none of you particularly experienced riders, especially not of flying creatures but you get a sense that you would not be allowed to fall, even if you came under fire. Corrleon is more comfortable than the rest and is able to hold on with his knees while he restrings his bow.
Before long you are over the enemy camp but the tents are all but empty now, hundreds of troops are scattered, gathering up any equipment they can carry as they prepare to flee the battle.
In amongst them, a whiteish-gold dragonkin stands gesticulating with her arms, roaring at soldiers as they run past, doing her best to rally them. Some listen, especially as they see your squadron closing in and snatch up weapons in response.
Commander, we should hold them off! Bescaylie shouts above the wind.
Yes! he agrees. We'll keep her bodyguards at bay while you engage. Make her suffer, make her rue this day! he pulls up alongside Corum's mount and hands him something. Drive this into her black heart and tell her it is from the Mandate!
The group pulls up and quickly drops you off in the clearing. Malisender spots you and pulls a wicked looking scimitar from a sheathe.
You companions take off again just as quickly, engaging the soldiers that have rallied around.
As they fly toward their foe the Commander offers Corum the arrow. He nods. "Yeah. Just after I take her head with this." He brandished his sword.
They land and Corum immediately begins to close the distance between him and the General, letting his rage descend as he strides forward.
Corrleon sighs inwardly at Pharamol's fiery words, the reasons for his departure so many years before clarified once more. There has been enough suffering for one day, hasn't there? How quickly the strong can turn cruel.
As Corrleon dismounts, his draw is lightning fast but he holds his shot, instead calling out to the opposing general. "Malisinder! Your siege is broken and your army scatters! Surrender, please! Or it will be your blood mingling with the rivers that have already been spilt this day!"
HP: 84/84
Cold Resist: 10
AC: 19 (17 T / 12 FF)
CMD: 21
F/R/W: +12/+9/+12
Lay on Hands remaining: 0/11
Smite Evil remaining: 0/3
Divine Bond remaining: 0/1
Stormlure remaining: 0/1
Hunter's Cloak minutes remaining: 6/10
Ongoing Effects
Favored Terrain (cold): +4 bonus on initiative, Knowledge (geo), Perception, Stealth, & Survival
Favored Terrain (urban): +2 bonus on initiative, Knowledge (geo), Perception, Stealth, & Survival
Aspect of the Falcon: +3 competence perception, +1 to hit, crits = 19-20/x3
Wintry conditions: -4 to hit
On the flight over Greyston holds on for his life, the flight not helping with his stomach. jumping off the mount he wobbles as he adjusts to solid ground. I'm not doing that again. He thinks to himself as he takes out a potion and drinks it while moving forward in the deep snow.
The flight was not a comfortable one as he fought to stay astride the dragon kin and as they descend on the enemy camp he is grateful to climb down onto the ground.
Imago , speculo, reflexionum
Drawing on what little magic he has left he splits his image into multiple duplicates of himself, should he be attacked it may buy him some time.
Grasping his crossbow he moves after the others
As he moves forward Corum begins to circle to the right, as Sapphire circles to the left. Instinctively they both seek to catch the General between them like hammer and anvil.
Lucrezzia steps forward and hexes the Dragonkin. All while keeping covered by the tent and totem pole adjacent to the tent's entrance.
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Sapphire follows Corum's lead and begins moving to a flanking position on the other side of the camp, hoping to catch the general in a pincer movement.
Surrender? So that I can spend the rest of my days rotting in those ice prisons beneath Spurhorn? I'd rather die...
She launches her muscular form forward and up, propelled on powerful wings toward the gathered heroes. Taking a deep breath she unleashes a blast of terrible cold that chills you to your bones.
Fail
Fail
Having moved to a flanking position, Sapphire's blade erupts in to the familiar red-gold flame. Then and in the blink of an eye her magic carries her across the ground, her sword snaking out stabbing at the general's form again and again...
Greater invisibility, displacement, Force hook charge, storm step, blur x2, shield x2
Corrleon, inured to the icy winds of Triaxus' wilds, brushes off a portion of Malesinder's opening volley. He shakes his head sadly, fitting an arrow to his bowstring. His voice his heavy and grave as he draws back hit first shot, "So be it, Malesinder. So be it."
HP: 53/84
Cold Resist: 10
AC: 19 (17 T / 12 FF)
CMD: 21
F/R/W: +12/+9/+12
Lay on Hands remaining: 0/11
Smite Evil remaining: 0/3
Divine Bond remaining: 0/1
Stormlure remaining: 0/1
Hunter's Cloak minutes remaining: 6/10
Ongoing Effects
Favored Terrain (cold): +4 bonus on initiative, Knowledge (geo), Perception, Stealth, & Survival
Favored Terrain (urban): +2 bonus on initiative, Knowledge (geo), Perception, Stealth, & Survival
Aspect of the Falcon: +3 competence perception, +1 to hit, crits = 19-20/x3
Wintry conditions: -4 to hit
Lucrezzia follows Malesinder in and casts Fortune on Sapphire, hugging the closest tent for cover.
Grayston rushes around the tent and is in a perfect spot to bomb the Dragon. "I've had enough! You won't be leaving here alive." He shouts out as he lobs a bomb at the dragon's chest.
As the general surges into the air Elleross is none too surprised she decided not to surrender.
With only moments to react he sees the dragon kind intent and as the cone of freezing energy rushes toward him he barks out a word of power and holds his hands outward as if pushing against something.
Impetu sphaera!
Suddenly an invisible barrier springs up all around him and the freezing breath weapon slams into it and is harmlessly deflected.
Even in the midst if his rage Corum realises he needs to change tactic. He can't reach the General while she flies so he sheath his sword and reaches behind him for his bow. He quickly strings it and nocks an arrow.
Corum fires off a couple of shots.
Checking his satchel Greyston notices only two bombs left, he looks up at the dragon taking a step back then grabs them both bomb and hurling them at it.
With his bombs flying Greyston turns to Sapphire. "Keep it up!"
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Sapphire ignores the pain in her shoulder and shours a word of power
Greater invisibility, displacement, Force hook charge, storm step, blur x2, shield x2, shocking grasp
Corrleon, face still drawn tight with the grave weight of the conflict, draws his bow yet again. "Yrax may have elevated you for your fury, Malesinder, but you are a fool, in the end. You, and your siege, are broken." He punctuates this last with a carefully drawn arrow and a sad shake of his head.
HP: 53/84
Cold Resist: 10
AC: 19 (17 T / 12 FF)
CMD: 21
F/R/W: +14/+11/+14
Lay on Hands remaining: 0/11
Smite Evil remaining: 0/3
Divine Bond remaining: 0/1
Stormlure remaining: 0/1
Hunter's Cloak minutes remaining: 6/10
Ongoing Effects
Favored Terrain (cold): +4 bonus on initiative, Knowledge (geo), Perception, Stealth, & Survival
Favored Terrain (urban): +2 bonus on initiative, Knowledge (geo), Perception, Stealth, & Survival
Aspect of the Falcon: +3 competence perception, +1 to hit, crits = 19-20/x3
Deadly Aim: -3/+6
Elleross watches the fight rage in the air above and knows he can do very little to help.
Glancing down at the crossbow in his hand he draws a bolt and fits it into place.
I wish you were here firing bolts at this thing Dell, I don't think I will match up to your skills he says to himself as he raises the bow and with a curt gesture and a word of power he dismisses the protective force field around him.
Lucrezzia concentrates first on Corum, giving him a bit of luck, too. Then she chants to reinforce the hex on Sapphire.
Cut deeply by Sapphire's Black Blade and pierced by one of Corrleon's arrows, the General responds the only way she can - with fury.
Hit
Miss
Hit
Hit
Miss
Miss
Hit
Hit
Sapphire's defensive magic negates most of the General's attacks but she is still cut and bitten quite badly.
Gritting her teeth at the onslaught of blows and trusting her magic to keep her safe, Sapphire summons lightning again.
Greater invisibility, displacement, Force hook charge, storm step, blur x2, shield x2, shocking grasp x2
Corum nocks the barrow gifted to him by the Commander and let's fly.
Bit of luck
It slams into the general's chest and he follows it up with a second arrow.
Damage
Dragon bane
Attack 2
Dam