Thistletorp stole up behind one of the draconians as Jakun answered his questioner.
"Minidini? begenibo wisit’i yaginyu ina yemīhēdu maginyeti ye’āmilaki inadirigi!" The draconian turned to the others and continued in another tongue. "Nyob rau hauv lub thoob ! Peb twb tau txais cov teeb meem!"
"What? Get in the bucket and let's get going!"
"Nyob rau hauv lub thoob ! Peb twb tau txais cov teeb meem!
"
yup
Jakun races to the bucket, Draconic
Jakun races to the bucket, Draconic ** spoiler omitted **
"T’iru hasabi!" the draconians began to pile into the bucket to go up.
Jakun prevents at least one from getting in and points up,
He says to the one he prevents from getting in the pot, "We two must warn the Master!"
Tensed and ready, Caitlyn watched Jackun's performance with big round eyes. She couldn't understand what he was saying, but the results where plain enough. For a moment it seemed he would send all of the dragon men away, but he held two back. Checking the grip on her weapon, Caitlyn had a feral grin. Divide and conquer, this was going to be fun. Still the sheer chutzpah of what she'd just witnessed took her breath away, Jackun's pair was apparently made of steel.
Thistletorp continues to sneak around to get to the precise angle from which to STRIKE!
As the bucket rises Jakun brings the remaining Draconians into the twisted ruins of this level so that his friends may ambush them away from the eyes of the Draconians in the bucket.
The cleric will nod her head in disapproval thinking to herself This is not honorable in the least.
Jakun prevents at least one from getting in and points up, ** spoiler omitted **
"Tikikili nehi. Inihīdi!"
Jakun remains silent as he leads the Draconian forward waiting for his friends to spring the trap!
Looking at the color of the draconian the cleric will counsel Perhaps just knocking it out would be best. If the creature were to explode, which these bronze's tend to do, that might alert the rest of the garrison that we are here
With a slight sigh, Caitlyn replies in a hoarse whisper, "I'm worried about Jackun. He's been very lucky but magic always leads to trouble - at some point he's going to get found out. Those bronze ones are spell casters and they nearly did us in last time. We should take it out quietly and permanently."
Thistletorp waits for the signal to strike. When he sees it, he pops from the shadows and strikes with both blades at the leader's back.
When Thistle strikes so too does the Minotaur bringing his Staff down on the Draconians' head.
Quarterstaff Attack
Damage
The half elf will attack with her mace
The die was cast. For good or ill they where committed. They had succumbed to the strange magics of the bronze skinned dragon men before, and Caitlyn wasn't about to give this one a chance!
Before she should react Thistletorp appeared from the darkness and stabbed the ugly thing. Then everything suddenly happened at once, she was sprinting and swinging her weapon in a great arc. The others were crowding round it, thrusting and stabbing and she had to weave past them... If her hammer made contact, it surely was going to hurt something!
Jakun led the one draconian off to where his companions had stolen away. They descended on the bronze-scaled dragonman in a rush, Thistletorp stabbing, and then Caitlyn finishing the poor creature off with her hammer. Almost the instant her she made contact, the draconian's flesh flashed to dust and its bones made a sudden, keening noise for a split second before exploding.
Thistletorp emerged from the blast somehow unscathed, but everyone else came off lightly singed. Goldmoon at once drew out the Blue Crystal Staff and carefully touched it to the wounds. Its light kindled as it wiped away each. The companions looked up from their now unmarked flesh to find a strange minotaur watching the proceedings one of the first few uses of healing magic to grace Ansalon in centuries.
Drac has an AC of 18 flat. Thistle hits once for 18. Jakun does 7 more. Caitlyn finishes it off with her 18. Mariel missed.
Murder. Hobos.
Death throes! Ref DC 14
evaded
Jakun seems startled, 'One of my folk here, in this place now? How have you gotten here and why are you here cousin?"
Another minotaur? Surely things are interesting in the land of Krynn and in Ansalon thinks the half-elf.
Taking awash in the glory of the gods and the power of their might the cleric will shed a tear with a sigh.
Caitlyn flinched when the bronze-scaled dragonman exploded. She muttered, "Seriously?! What the heck, that's all kinds of messed up."[/b]
"Mittens! Um, OK sure why not. I guess Caitlyn sounds strange to you and Jackun..." Caitlyn's words trail off, she'd only just got used to travelling with [i]one Minotaur. The rate this was going there'd be an army of them come the spring, come to think of it an army might be rather useful with all these darned dragon men about.
"Anyway there's an uh..." aware of how crazy this was going to sound, Caitlyn paused momentarily before saying all at once, "Yeah there's a dragon in here somewhere. No I don't mean that over-sized wicker basket in the corner. I mean an honest to goodness real life dragon with scales the color of night and I think it might be mad at us. Or if it isn't now it soon will be."
Greetings Mittens but I believe the time for more formal.introductions might be better served in a place where we are not in the middle of a city with these creatures around us.
"I agree Mariel, we should get below and meet with this Dwarf King, perhaps he will know a way to get to where we need to be. Those Dragon men may come back down soon..."
Nodding, Caitlyn replies, "Agreed Jackun we should pay a visit to the Highbulp. Let follow the directions we were given and hope they were accurate!"
Once the others are ready, Caitlyn heads off to see the Aghur Thane.
The half elf will follow.
oh boy oh boy oh boy! ANOTHER minotaur! He looks at Mittens' short horns. Why are your horns so short? Jakun's are longer. he doesn't wait for an answer,though, and darts out to scout ahead.
Come, we must find the Thane of the Aghar and quickly.
oh boy oh boy oh boy! ANOTHER minotaur! He looks at Mittens' short horns. Why are your horns so short? Jakun's are longer. he doesn't wait for an answer,though, and darts out to scout ahead.
The Innfellows set out per the Aghars' instructions, down a wide avenue leading to one still wider. They find only one path there, as a torrent of water descends in the opposite direction. It throws mist into the air and slicks the stones below their feet, collecting into a stream in the middle of the street.
In a short while the company come to a great plaza, a round space more than a hundred feet across. Streams enter it from three directions, their own included, making for a wide, shallow pool in the middle. Faint moonlight filters down from above, passing through a wide shaft in the roof.
Even over the din of the water, the Companions hear a low, throaty rumbling within. The sable-scaled dragon that attacked above stands now on the steps of a building on the plaza's just within a colonnade with cracked and tumbled pillars. She speaks to a winged draconian prostrate before her, and several groveling Aghar.
"Nrhiav tus neeg raug txim ! Tus poj niam hais tias yog hais tias nws escapes , nws mam li ua ib pluag mov ntawm tag nrho cov ntawm koj ! Kuv xav kom nws , thiab kuv xav kom nws tam sim no!
The elf will look on in both awe and horror at the Black dragon wishing that Huma or another good and holy knight.
staying in the shadows, Thsitletorp scurries about the plaza, trying to get a good view of everything while also getting closer to the dragon. WOW!! A DRAGON!!!!!!