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Sugrun charges toward the dragon, her fury causing her to drastically misjudge her swing at the dragon, missing her attack.
Looping Mule around almost in flanking range he struck hard with his sword.
Your latest attacks have left Yrax extremely bloody, but the dragon warlord still has some fight left in him. With a roar of fury, he lashes out at everyone around him with his powerful tail before taking flight and landing directly on top of Percy and Hobbes in an attempt to crush them.
Your Turns
Not having to chase the dragon anymore Neverhome slaves in a flurry at the scaled beast.
Percy stands tall in the face of her foe, arms flaming and eyes bright. Even as the dragon's tail falls she raises a fist in defiance and her flames roar to match her act! The tail slams down directly on top of her. When it rises again Percy's arms are smoking like a burning log doused in water, her fist still raised in defiance. The ice around her has melted into a glassy pool of half melted ice tinged pink in the same spiral pattern of the holy symbol of her god that she carries in her eye.
Hobbes dodges out of the way of the massive tail entirely, just in time to see Percy get crushed almost to death. "Not again..." He says his voice almost fading out. Frantically he searches his pack and finds a potion! He pours it down Gorgeous' throat. He then whistles for Hila. "Get her out of here!"
Percy's wounds stop bleeding, but she is still severely wounded.
Hila rushes over, picking up the fallen gnome with her jaws, very carefully as to not cause a tragic mishap.
Taking a step forward, Sigrun joins her lover in a frenzy of violent attacks at the dragon.
With a hiss of frustration matching his warhorses noises of annoyance he leaned low and guided Mule forward with his knees flanking the scaled and doomed warlord. His katana flashed as he struck, Mule rearing up and kicking out as well.
Yrax's mighty jaws snap at Hobbes as the halfling works to keep Percy alive. Distracted by the near tragedy, most of your attacks narrowly miss, but Neverhome scores a nasty cut on the dragon's flank. Severely wounded and surrounded by foes, the warlord begins to cast a defensive spell ...
... and suddenly convulses as negative energy erupts out of a previously-unnoticed sigil on his tail. Dazed by the unexpected injury, Yrax is left open for a killing blow.
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Despite the pain from the dragon's teeth, he raises his bow and fires an arrow right into it's maw. "This is for Gorgeous!"
Loot
amulet of blue dragon's breath
bronze griffon figurine of wondrous power
decanter of endless water
dragonbone divination sticks
drinking horn of bottomless valor
gloom blade
manual of war
restorative ointment x2
ring of x-ray vision
suzerain scepter
Oil - magic vestment
Potion - cure serious wounds
Potion - good hope
Potion - lesser restoration x2
Potion - remove blindness/deafness
Scroll - contagion
Scroll - false life x2
Scroll - gentle repose
Scroll - hallucinatory terrain
Scroll - lesser geas
46,140 gp, 4 cp
Other
Dragon Scales
Dragon Talon x4
Dragon Teeth x 30
Dragon Tongue
Yrax's Skull
850 pound chunk of adamantine
"That's what you get!" Hobbes yells out. As his adrenaline fades he drops his bow, drawing his wand to wake up Percy.
"Hey Gorgeous. Time to get up now. We got him."
Percy's eyes are the third thing to respond to the healing and not being nearly dead anymore. The first is her mind. It feels like floating to the surface of a lake. She feels weightless, blind, deaf, ultimately relaxed. Then came the first breath and OH IMBREX THE PAIN! It feels like every bone down the middle of her is broken and then been fed through a grinder! Her lungs are mush! She can't breathe! Reflexively, positive energy explodes out of her!
Bones knit, her collapsed chest pops back out and she gasps a painful draw of air. Another reflexive explosion of energy radiates out!
Percy's eyes finally open. Owww. I have never been more thankful for that connection to the Positive Plane... She looks to the dragon and the arrow in his forehead.
Awww. For me? You shouldn't have. she says with a wink. Then she grows serious. Thank you, Hobbes. Thank you all. That was close, wasn't it?
"Way too close.... but suitably glorious!" Sig says with a wild grin as her wounds close.
"Too close Percy." Hobbes says before giving her a nice long kiss.
Percy returns the kids with interest. Her flames spark and crackle until she remembers that they aren't alone. Then she gently disentangles herself and clears her throat.
Hobbes helps Percy to her feet as he too realizes that the whole part is staring. "Uh, yea. So where is that thing we were suppose ta get?"
The bear pelt is in Yrax's treasure room, half buried under a large mound of gold coins. Once you have it in your possession, it should be a simple task to combine it with the double-headed eagle you've been previously given.
Finally. Percy sighs. Let's go get off this gods-forsaken planet.
"Yes yes, we should go, good to have you still upright Perciliscious yes yes."
He began still covered a bit in dragon goo from his reclamation of its scales and all. Good armor could be made from this certainly.
"starting to really dislike dragons as well... yes yes"
He added.
Percy smiles and hugs each of the team in turn. Again I owe my life to you all. Thanks for not letting it eat me.
After brewing the stew, breaking the chicken egg, and adding the ingredients, you active the Dancing Hut's transportation ritual once more. As before, the structure swirls and morphs into a completely new configuration, leaving the frigid world of Triaxus far behind. When your vision clears, you find yourselves in a cluttered, one-room log hut filled floor-to-ceiling with golden birdcages. While a few are empty, the majority hold the mummified remains of stunted, bearded men. In the center of the room, a familiar cauldron bubbles and smokes. The single window reveals a curious sight outside: a bone fence fallen into disrepair and covered in thorny vines, and the carcass of a rusted metal wagon. Beyond stand the tall dark trees of an ancient forest. You see three possible exits: a single door of rough-hewn planks, a rickety ladder leading to a trap door in the ceiling, and a cold fireplace that looks large enough to crawl into.
A few of the tiny caged men remain alive, although they take no notice of you. They listlessly chew on tiny bird bones and mutter softly in an unknown tongue.
"От далекого мира до далекого мира, наконец, мы возвращаемся домой."
"Многие хижины для многих сказок, но все начинаются здесь. Валисия и ее маленькая кукла. Голодные дети и дом пряников. Маленький Отик. Отказавшийся сын, чтобы претендовать на свое право первородства."
"Панихишки бабушки, все схваченные. Какие маленькие птицы клюнули их?"
"Many huts for many tales, but all begin here. Valisia and her little doll. Hungry children and a house of gingerbread. Little Otik. The forsaken son, come to claim his birthright."
"Grandmother's breadcrumbs, all snatched up. What little birds pecked them up?"
"Little ones... Fey..." Neverhome murmurs as he looks over their new surroundings.
"Benevolent little ones, they clean and tidy while you are away if they like you. Pranks, if you are mean. Should we free them?" he asked, uncertain since he did not know what they were chanting.
Hobbes looks the little fey over. "Yea, let 'em out kid. They're harmless."
Percy agrees. They may even be nice to have around as long as we don't do anything offensive.
Even after their cages are opened, the domovoi take no notice of you and continue sitting listlessly and muttering.
Potential Loot
Golden Birdcage x3
manacles of cooperation
Neverhome reaches in and gently begins removing the Domovoi from their cages.
And Percy immediately stars removing the language barrier.
Taking the scales from the dragons the felinerai immeadiately goes into the making of heavy wooden/scaled shields.
A feline has to have hobbies after all. well besides you know staring into crystal balls at gorgeous wolf maidens and the like.
The domovoi don't resist, but they also don't do anything to acknowledge your presence. Whatever's happened to them seems to have caused some permanent damage to their psyches.
Percy goes up to one and attempts to remove the manacles.
As it turns out, the manacles are unlocked and easily removable. The domovoi continue to listlessly mutter their strange phrases.
Percy sighs. Well, I can't help them, but these manacles might come in handy. In other news, that little chant is super creepy.
"I think the crumbs are all things we've encountered or still have to. We're the little birds in question." Sigrun says thoughtfully.
If that's true then were back on Golarion, thank Imbrex. I wonder who these other characters are?
"Didn't someone mention Baba Yaga's son before?" Sigrun asks.
"She has a son?"
"Those ravens from before seemed to think so. Remember thier weird poem?
Baba Yaga has gone on,
Off to see her only son.
But a trail she left behind,
If the breadcrumbs you can find!
Seek you now the two-headed eagle,
Held by the Dragon Legion regal,
In Fortress Spurhorn mountain pass.
Then find the bearskin that finely adorns,
The chambers of the Howling Storm,
In the Drakelands palace of Ivoryglass."
"I forgot about that. I mean, everything else in that poem was right."
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"Yeah, so it stands to reason the first line is too...as odd as that is." Sigrun says. "Means somewhere you have an uncle, love." she says to Lyosha.