Liette lets out a scream again, one of defiance and one of rage. Valor's next round blasts square into the drake's jaw, sending shards of blood and bone fragmenting off. When she pulls the trigger on Justice, the gun ruptures in a misfire, creating a cloud of black smoke around the cylinder and a shower of sparks out the gas vent. Liette flinches, but keeps firing. Valor again strikes true, and the dragon nearly nose-dives straight into the ground as a bullet blasts off one of its horns.
At this, Liette is inching forward, a small step with each gunshot that she doesn't even realize she's taking. Two more gunshots are fired off, bone, flesh and muscle are rendered into a fine mist by the high-caliber rounds. She shoots faster and with more precision than she ever has in her whole life, the entire time recalling what these things did to Nathaniel. Are you watching?
Sigmund nods wearily in thanks at Crissor. He tucks his holy symbol away on his wrist, and draws out Beacon. He focuses through the stinging pain of the cough, and touches Kenan on the shoulder with the pommel. Once again, the blessings of Iomedae bolster his aim.
The drakes not being in range yet, Abigail shouts to the others, "Take coverrrrrrrr!!!" Cursing under her breath, she spurs Sacha to be ready to pounce as soon as possible, while she asks Erastil to make her harder to hit, "Make my skin like steel. Let their evil fang curl and break on it!"
Crissor growls "It's just like shooting ducks for supper back home." He then starts into his firing routine launching arrows skyward at the most wounded drake in the formation. One of them joins the bullet holes and scorch marks on the heavily wounded drake flying to the left of where the dead leader was.
A second later Kenan's first arrow splits the drake's skull and buries itself in the evil lizard's brain. The drake ploughs into the ground, flipping head over heels before sliding to a halt twenty feet from the crusaders. Kenan shifts his aim a few degrees right, and unleashes three more arrows into the next wounded drake. They bury themselves feather deep in his signature tiny grouping in the drake's chest.
Viorel takes off heading for cover, he wants at least something against his back so the Drakes can't gang up on him easily. Death is a real possibility, better make them pay dearly for my life. The thought passes trough his mind as he cast a protective illusion forming figments of himself mirroring his body so it would be harder to hit him.
Barek levels his own bow at the wounded drake. Last chance before they're on us... he thinks, drawing three arrows from his quiver. Focusing, he fires them off one after another. His first two arrows strike the wounded drake in the throat, tearing open its trachea. Blood and electricity leak from the wound at the dragon tries to scream, but it can only gurgle.
The drakes continue to fly forward, closing the distance to the party. The drakes are now about twenty feet off the ground, high enough to clear the boulders, but not high enough to avoid the massive mountain lion's wrath. Sacha charges forward, now fifteen feet tall at the shoulder and bearing a giant-sized Abigail on his back. He leaps up onto the wounded drake, and rips its head off. Holding the head in his mouth he tosses the drake's ragged body hard against the boulder Viorel is crouching next to. The dragon's body impacts the stone with a mighty crunch before flopping down to leak blood into the dirt.
The rest of the drakes hiss and shriek in fury as they wing overhead. As one, they turn their serpentine necks towards Sacha and Abigail and spit balls of crackling sand at the duo. The balls explode into the familiar electrostatic clouds, obscuring sight of Abigail and Sacha. What can be heard is sizzling, growling and shrieking all mixed together. The sounds last a mere instant before they are cut short. Two heavy thuds of large objects impacting the sand follow.
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As one of the drakes touches down on the sand beside her, Liette exhales a sharp cry of surprise. The gunslinger steps back, knowing that she doesn't have enough firepower to take this thing on by herself. Eyes wide, she watches the drake turn, jaws snapping in the air, wing-knuckles digging into the sand as its tail lashes back and forth behind it.
Rolling across her shoulder, she ducks under an inquisitive snap of jaws, then springs backwards and tumbles through the dirt, landing in a crouch. Eyes locked on the drake, Liette eases back out of its reach and then turns her back towards it and sprints into the cloud of swirling sand and static electricity that she saw Abigail fall in. "Hang on!" Liette shouts, running straight into the cloud, disappearing from sight as she does save for a faint silhouette within.
Finding Abigail face down in the sand, Liette skids to a stop and drops to her knees, "Crap, crap! Hang on, Abigail, hang on!"
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Barek launches another volley of arrows at one of the nearby drakes.
HP: 116/140
AC: 23 (T: 16) vs. outsiders/abberations---26 (T: 19) to confirm critical hit
20 (T: 13) vs. others
DR: 4/-
Fort +15, Ref +10, Will +6 vs. outsiders/abberations (+12/+6/+3 otherwise)
Movement: 70 ft/x4
Cannot be knocked prone
Hero Points: 0/3
Rage: inactive (6 of 23 used)
Attacks considered good/chaotic/lawful/evil for DR purposes
Haste
Aura of Heroism 0/8
Aura of Menace 4/8
Channel Energy 0/8
Touch of Glory 8/8
Touch of Good 4/8
Spells. CL 9. DC 15/16/17/18. Conc +13. * = cast.
0th: create water, detect magic, light, stabilize.
1st: (6+1) D-divine favor, ****endure elements x4, **weapons against evil x2
2nd: (4+1) D-bless weapon, *consecrate, *shield other, *spear of purity, *weapon of awe.
3rd: (4+1) D-*prayer, daylight, *dispel magic, *stone shape, *summon monster III
4th: (3+1) D-*holy smite, *dimensional anchor, *divine power, *restoration
Sigmund's eyes trail the sizzling clouds of dust spit by the demonic drakes as they fall upon the cleric and her cat. He grimaces at the sound of searing flesh and cringes with the muffled thud. When Sacha springs forth from the concealment, sans Abigail, Sigmund cries out in alarm - or tries to, his suddenly swollen throat turning it into a painful squawk. He drops Beacon, letting it swing by the cord on his wrist, and hurries into the sandcloud, hoping the priestess still lives. He finds her supine form stretched out in the sand, the dustcloud obscuring the details. Praying that she still lives, he reaches out and uses one of his few remaining spells.
"Stay with us, Huntress," he croaks as his spell takes hold.
Trying find some inspiring wit, or just anything to make the situation better, he doesn't even notice Abigail until Liette and Sigmund make their moves. He targets the closest one. He hopes to draw the drakes ire, off the rest of the healers by shooting the closest drake as it skims 20' overhead. And puts 3 out of 4 arrows into the beast.
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As one of the drakes swoops overhead, its massive wingbeat kicking up sand, Liette exhales a sharp cry of surprise. The gunslinger steps back, knowing that she doesn't have enough firepower to take this thing on by herself. Eyes wide, she watches the drake wheel around in the air, jaws snapping and its tail lashing back and forth behind it.
Liette eases back out of the drake's direct line of sight and then turns her back towards it as she sprints into the cloud of swirling sand and static electricity that she saw Abigail fall in. "Hang on!" Liette shouts, running straight into the cloud, disappearing from sight as she does save for a faint silhouette within.
Finding Sigmund already having tended to the huntress, Liette lets out a sigh of relief as she skids to a stop in the sand. "Sigmund, I need to reload! Try and buy me some time and I'll see if I can pluck another one of those பாஸ்டர்ட்ஸ் out of the sky!"
Kenan fires again a barrage of arrows against the most wounded drake an hits him with 3 arrows.
Viorel tries to evaliate the situation and eventually comes to the conclusion that there is not some fancy strategy to win this fight, it's about brute stregth now. With that he takes a small risk running towards the lone drake stopping some ways from it. He then takes a deep breath and calling apon his heritage shoots out a wawe of flame from his mouth.
Pummelled and fried by the combined clouds of sand, Sacha rolls and trashes to avoid the electric arcs dancing in the air. Erastil must be smiling upon Abigail, for, as Sacha leaps and rolls with her locked in her saddle, she finds herself under her companion as arcs blast through the air.
The pain and concussion are just too much for her and she feels her head spin. Her mace slips from her grip and she follows, crashing in the sand as her form reduces to her normal shape. She lay face down, the smoke rising from her shell snared and torn by the winds buffeting above her.
Meanwhile, Sacha, driven by fury, races out of the cloud and aims like a bullet to the first drake he sees. He rakes one massive paw along the drake's belly overhead, leaving three long bleeding furrows there.
Barek launches another volley of arrows at one of the nearby drakes. He lands two solid shots in the same drake that Sacha raked with his claw, wounding it further.
Sigmund's eyes trail the sizzling clouds of dust spit by the demonic drakes as they fall upon the cleric and her cat. He grimaces at the sound of searing flesh and cringes with the muffled thud. When Sacha springs forth from the concealment, sans Abigail, Sigmund cries out in alarm - or tries to, his suddenly swollen throat turning it into a painful squawk. He drops Beacon, letting it swing by the cord on his wrist, and hurries into the sandcloud, hoping the priestess still lives. He finds her supine form stretched out in the sand, the dustcloud obscuring the details. Praying that she still lives, he reaches out and uses one of his few remaining spells. "Stay with us, Huntress," he croaks as his spell takes hold.
Trying find some inspiring wit, or just anything to make the situation better, Crissor doesn't even notice Abigail until Liette and Sigmund make their moves. Crissor targets the wounded drake. He hopes to draw the drakes ire off the rest of the healers by shooting the closest drake as it skims overhead. He puts three of his four arrows into the beast.
Abigail coughs and turns on her belly, every muscle feeling tight and responding sluggishly. Grabbing her mace, she gets to her feet and runs after Sacha. Seeing the drake's formation, she calls out "They mean to pepper us and take us down one at a time from the air. We need fire superiority or to force them down!"
As one of the drakes swoops overhead, its massive wingbeat kicking up sand, Liette exhales a sharp cry of surprise. The gunslinger steps back, knowing that she doesn't have enough firepower to take this thing on by herself. Eyes wide, she watches the drake wheel around in the air, jaws snapping and its tail lashing back and forth behind it.
Liette eases back out of the drake's direct line of sight and then turns her back towards it as she sprints into the cloud of swirling sand and static electricity that she saw Abigail fall in. "Hang on!" Liette shouts, running straight into the cloud, disappearing from sight as she does save for a faint silhouette within.
Finding Sigmund already having tended to the huntress, Liette lets out a sigh of relief as she skids to a stop in the sand. "Sigmund, I need to reload! Try and buy me some time and I'll see if I can pluck another one of those பாஸ்டர்ட்ஸ் out of the sky!"
Kenan fires again a barrage of arrows against the most wounded drake and hits him with three arrows. The drake is now feathered enough to start resembling a bird, it falters in its flight away from the group.
Viorel tries to evaluate the situation and eventually comes to the conclusion that there is not some fancy strategy to win this fight, it's about brute stregth now. With that he takes a small risk and runs towards the lone drake, stopping some ways from it. He then takes a deep breath and calling apon his heritage shoots out a wave of flame from his mouth all over the flying drake. The dragon screeches as it is badly scorched by the goopy fire the sorcerer vomited on it.
The drakes fly on past the group looping in wide horizontal U shaped turns into a formation coming back at the group. They'll make another pass in a few seconds.
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Viorel curses in his mind that he is running on fumes of his arcane abilities. "We need to get them down before they can launch another attack with their breath weapons." He mostly thinks aloud. Ultimately the mage decides not to risk waiting for the drakes to close in so he could use some of the more potentially lethal spells. Instead he casts his spell unleashing five darts of force against the drake that seems to be the most wounded. He takes off running behind the body of the dead drake taking what little cover it offers.
Spread out, or they will hit us all!
Kenan runs behind the group of cacti next to Barek and fires an arrow against the most wounded drake.
Shrouded by the sandstorm kicked up from the last of the drakes' runs, Liette hastily works to reload her revolvers. She holsters Valor and snaps open Justice's cylinder, quickly thumbing in standard bullets from her bandolier into the six chambers. Once it's loaded she snaps the revolver shut and quickly draws Valor out.
She nervously flits her attention to Sigmund, then trains her eyes up on the sky, getting ready to switch hands and reload her other firearm. There has to be a better way than this!
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Valor: 1/6
Justice: 6/6
"Get back here you cowardly overgrown turkeys! Crissor howls out, but also heads Kenan's warning moving to snap off a shot again, before taking cover. Watching the arrow pop into the drake's back
Sigmund watches Liette reload her weapon, eyes stinging in the sand.
"Here. Let me," he croaks, holding out his hand. "I'll load. You shoot."
Barek fires off another arrow and heads for cover.
HP: 98/122
AC: 21 (T: 14)
DR: 4/-
Fort +10, Ref +6, Will +2
Movement: 60 ft/x4
Hero Points: 0/3
Rage: inactive (6 of 23 used)
Haste
Viorel curses in his mind that he is running on fumes of his arcane abilities. "We need to get them down before they can launch another attack with their breath weapons." He mostly thinks aloud. Ultimately the mage decides not to risk waiting for the drakes to close in so he could use some of the more potentially lethal spells. Instead he casts his spell unleashing five darts of force against the drake that seems to be the most wounded. He takes off running behind the body of the dead drake taking what little cover it offers. The magical missiles leave the drake barely airborne, flapping furiously for altitude as its blood rains onto the sand below.
"Spread out, or they will hit us all!" Kenan runs behind the group of cacti next to Barek and fires an arrow against the most wounded drake. His arrow finishes the job. The faltering drake crashes down onto the boulder below with a thud, then rolls limply off the back of the massive stone to flop onto the desert floor.
Shrouded by the sandstorm kicked up from the last of the drakes' runs, Liette hastily works to reload her revolvers. She holsters Valor and snaps open Justice's cylinder, quickly thumbing in standard bullets from her bandolier into the six chambers. Once it's loaded she snaps the revolver shut and quickly draws Valor out.
She nervously flits her attention to Sigmund, then trains her eyes up on the sky, getting ready to switch hands and reload her other firearm. There has to be a better way than this!
"Get back here you cowardly overgrown turkeys!" Crissor howls out. He also heeds Kenan's warning moving to snap off a shot again, before taking cover. The arrow thuds into the drake that Viorel's fire breath singed, wounding it further.
Sigmund watches Liette reload her weapon, eyes stinging in the sand. "Here. Let me," he croaks, holding out his hand. "I'll load. You shoot."
Barek fires off another arrow and heads for cover behind some boulders further into the depression.
Abigail commands Sacha up onto the boulder, "Go grab one as they fly over," she commands him before running to duck behind a boulder herself.
The three remaining drakes split off and fly for different targets the unwounded ones for Sacha and Kenan, while the wounded one heads for some revenge on Viorel for burning it. The drake targeting Kenan swoops in with terrible speed, and snaps its needle filled maw down tight over his head. When it opens its mouth, Kenan's cheeks and ears have ragged bite holes through them. Within moments his face is a mask of blood and ruptured flesh. The mighty Sacha swats the drake attacking him out of the air, the same way a housecat would an insect. The puma grabs onto the drake tightly, and shreds with his claw. In retaliation the dragon bites down on his spine, snapping it. The burnt drake snaps the head off of one of Viorel's figments with lethal ferocity, causing it to flicker out of existence.
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"Come on you useless excuse for dragonkin." The mage taunts as the drake attacks, not too sure about it was such a wise idea as figment to his left loses it's head. Keep it concentrated on you, right now the others will do the heavy lifting, keep it occupied. Viorel manages to stay from lowering his defenses as he casts his spell shooting two fiery rays against the creature. He then bolts away from the drake but the retreat is not so smooth this time as he feels the teeth sinking deep into his shoulder ripping flesh as the mage forces forward. He does manage to put some distance between himself and the drake cluthing the wound with his hand.
As the drake's fang let Kenan of, the momentum of the attack knocks him nearly to the ground. But with an adept roll while squalling in pain, he gets back on his feet, firing abother barrage of arrows against his enemy.
I can't stand long against this drake! Another of this Attacks and I will look like Sacha!
+21+18 = 91 total
With no time to wait for Valor to be reloaded, Liette leaves her sidearm with Sigmund as he finishes pushing the handful of rounds from her bandolier into the chambers. "Bring it out to me!" She shouts, hustling as fast as she can through the cloud of dust with stamping bootfalls. Skidding to a halt near Viorel, Liette kicks up a cloud of dust around her ankles, the long trail of her coat swings to one side from her momentum, and her gun arm swings upward towards the huge silhouette of a drake against the sky.
"Burn in Hell," Liette curses, squeezing the trigger. The hammer draws back then slams down, eliciting the thundrous crack of a gunshot. Justice's barrel kicks back and muzzle flash accompanies black smoke from the gun barrel. In the same instant a rupturing cloud of red mist bursts at the drake's chest where the round punches through its scaled hide.
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Justice: 5/6
Valor (with Sigmund) 6/6
With one drake behind the dust cloud, Crissor is forced to choose between Sacha and Kenan. But the way Sacha laid there...he grimaced and turned on the drake harassing Kenan.
"Hey you drake, I'm going to make a your hide into a new cape."
He then fires his arrows at the drake
-manyshot
He grins as 3 arrows strike the beast.
Barek steps out and lets his arrows fly, two of which find purchase in the creature's flesh.
HP: 116/140
AC: 23 (T: 16) vs. outsiders/abberations---26 (T: 19) to confirm critical hit
20 (T: 13) vs. others
DR: 4/-
Fort +15, Ref +10, Will +6 vs. outsiders/abberations (+12/+6/+3 otherwise)
Movement: 70 ft/x4
Cannot be knocked prone
Hero Points: 0/3
Rage: inactive (6 of 23 used)
Attacks considered good/chaotic/lawful/evil for DR purposes
Haste
Sigmund nods bleakly, following the scout out of the choking dust as he fumbles the cartridges into the unfamiliar weapon. Praying that he'd completed the task correctly, he slides the gun back into its holster at her side and stands between her and her target, shield raised.
"Come on you useless excuse for dragonkin." The mage taunts as the drake attacks, not too sure about it was such a wise idea as figment to his left loses it's head. Keep it concentrated on you, right now the others will do the heavy lifting, keep it occupied. Viorel manages to stay from lowering his defenses as he casts his spell shooting two fiery rays against the creature. He then bolts away from the drake but the retreat is not so smooth this time as he feels the teeth sinking deep into his shoulder ripping flesh as the mage forces forward. He does manage to put some distance between himself and the drake cluthing the wound with his hand.
As the drake's fang let Kenan of, the momentum of the attack knocks him nearly to the ground. But with an adept roll while squalling in pain, he gets back on his feet, firing another barrage of arrows against his enemy. "I can't stand long against this drake! Another of this Attacks and I will look like Sacha!"
With no time to wait for Valor to be reloaded, Liette leaves her sidearm with Sigmund as he finishes pushing the handful of rounds from her bandolier into the chambers. "Bring it out to me!" She shouts, hustling as fast as she can through the cloud of dust with stamping bootfalls. Skidding to a halt near Viorel, Liette kicks up a cloud of dust around her ankles, the long trail of her coat swings to one side from her momentum, and her gun arm swings upward towards the huge silhouette of a drake against the sky.
"Burn in Hell," Liette curses, squeezing the trigger. The hammer draws back then slams down, eliciting the thundrous crack of a gunshot. Justice's barrel kicks back and muzzle flash accompanies black smoke from the gun barrel. In the same instant a rupturing cloud of red mist bursts at the drake's chest where the round punches through its scaled hide.
With one drake behind the dust cloud, Crissor is forced to choose between Sacha and Kenan. But the way Sacha laid there...he grimaced and turned on the drake harassing Kenan. He quickly realizes there's no way he can take it down before it can bite at Kenan again. "Hey you drake, I'm going to make a your hide into a new cape." He then fires his arrows at the wounded drake.
Barek steps out and lets his arrows fly, two of which find purchase in the creature's flesh.
Sigmund nods bleakly, following the scout out of the choking dust as he fumbles the cartridges into the unfamiliar weapon. Praying that he'd completed the task correctly, he slides the gun back into its holster at her side and stands between her and her target, shield raised.
Abigail swallows a sob as her eyes fill with tears and her heart with rage. "Sacha, no..." She realizes this will be her end, one way or another, unless she risks it all. She lets the speeding spell run through her and take her with celerity. She runs over the sand past the sounds of dismay from Keenan. She sees the wounded drake up in the air, but her form is large as well and she knows she can reach the drake before it takes off. Mace held high, she runs, and jump, sending the mace hurling down with her own weight. The mace connects with the drake's skull, sending it crashing in the sand dead!
The remaining drakes sweep overhead and make another loop, coming back for another pass.
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Sigmund moves around Liette, tracking the drakes. "Inheritor save your humble servants," he implores, still standing only through the power of his faith. He readies his sword and prepares for the worst.
Seeing both drakes seemingly on a pass for Viorel Crissor shouts. "Viorel take cover!" he then shoots at the drake bleeding the most. Hoping his arrows find an eye or something vital.
-manyshot
This time he shows some concern as his arrows pierce hoping the drakes don't reach their targets.
Viorel casts a simple spell shooting five darts of force against the drake. He then turns on his heels and makes a run for behind the dust cloud hoping it will be problematic enough for the drakes to buy time. Okay this will most likely result in our victory, but at what cost and what if we stumble on some other enemy before our resources are replenished? Idiot concentrate on now if you want to keep breathing.
Barek steps to the side to get a better view of one of the retreating drakes and lets fly, only one arrow finding purchase.
HP: 116/140
AC: 23 (T: 16) vs. outsiders/abberations---26 (T: 19) to confirm critical hit
20 (T: 13) vs. others
DR: 4/-
Fort +15, Ref +10, Will +6 vs. outsiders/abberations (+12/+6/+3 otherwise)
Movement: 70 ft/x4
Cannot be knocked prone
Hero Points: 0/3
Rage: inactive (6 of 23 used)
Attacks considered good/chaotic/lawful/evil for DR purposes
Haste
With Justice and Valor in hand, Liette turns around from the direction she'd been firing in, following the swooping movements of the drakes overhead. The shadow of one crosses over her, casting the sands at her feet dark. The gunslinger whirls around to follow it, the long trail of her coat swishing to the side from the momentum of the spin.
Down the iron sights of her twinned revolvers, Liette tracks the drake's movement, calculating distance and trajectory as she starts to lead the creature with the barrels of her firearms. She takes one step forward, spurs jingling as she crunches dried desert earth underfoot, and then fires. The first shot strikes the drake in the side of the neck, blowing a plume of blood out the other side. As it dives downward from the strike, Liette fires again, this time blasting a shot through its jaw, sending broken fragments of bone and teeth out the other side of its head. The other shots she fires in rapid succession as the drake continues to nose-dive all pass by it, unable to keep up with its swift descent.
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Kenan brings himself in his usual Zen pose and fires 5 arrows against the drake unfortunately the nimble drake dodges 3 leaving 2 hits in his breast.
Sigmund moves around Liette, tracking the drakes. "Inheritor save your humble servants," he implores, still standing only through the power of his faith. He readies his sword and prepares for the worst.
Viorel casts a simple spell shooting five darts of force against the most wounded drake. They sizzle through its hide, staggering it in its flight. He then turns on his heels and makes a run for behind the dust cloud, hoping it will be problematic enough for the drakes to buy time. Okay this will most likely result in our victory, but at what cost and what if we stumble on some other enemy before our resources are replenished? Idiot concentrate on now if you want to keep breathing.
With Justice and Valor in hand, Liette turns around from the direction she'd been firing in, following the swooping movements of the drakes overhead. The shadow of one crosses over her, casting the sands at her feet dark. The gunslinger whirls around to follow it, the long trail of her coat swishing to the side from the momentum of the spin. Down the iron sights of her twinned revolvers, Liette tracks the drake's movement, calculating distance and trajectory as she starts to lead the creature with the barrels of her firearms. She takes one step forward, spurs jingling as she crunches dried desert earth underfoot, and then fires. The first shot strikes the drake in the side of the neck, blowing a plume of blood out the other side. As it dives downward from the strike, Liette fires again, this time blasting a shot through its jaw, sending broken fragments of bone and teeth out the other side of its head. The other shots she fires in rapid succession as the drake continues to nose-dive all pass by it, unable to keep up with its swift descent. It crashes into the sand, flipping, limbs flailing, dead.
Seeing both drakes seemingly on a pass for Viorel Crissor shouts. "Viorel take cover!" he then shoots at the remaining drake. Hoping his arrows find an eye or something vital. Three of the shafts thunk into the flying lizard demon, but do not bring it down.
Abigail has learned the hard way the terrible power the drakes can have when combining their breaths. She watches Sigmund and Liette as her pistol is raised and realizes they make a perfect grouped target. With the tears in her eyes turned to dark mud lines from the sand storm, she hisses, "We're sitting ducks! I'll be back." With a wide sweep of her mace, she turns around and kicks up dust as she stomps away from her friends. Her heart filled with regrets, she asks Erastil for another favor, "Be the sky your friend and not your foe. Let your servant soar and to evil bring woe!"
Kenan brings himself in his usual Zen pose and fires five arrows against the remaining drake, unfortunately the nimble drake dodges three of them. The other two arrows pierce its breast, but it remains aloft.
The remaining drake zips forward, inhaling deeply, and then spitting his sizzling gob of electrical sand at Sigmund and Liette. The cloud bursts over them, extending the bubble of electrically charged swirling dust already hanging in the air. Both the paladin and cleric are able to avoid the point of worst impact, but they are still burned by the crackling lightning of the drake's breath. The drake passes over the group's heads, heading for the open desert beyond the depression.
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Barek launches off three more arrows, two of which find purchase in the drake's thick flesh.
HP: 116/140
AC: 23 (T: 16) vs. outsiders/abberations---26 (T: 19) to confirm critical hit
20 (T: 13) vs. others
DR: 4/-
Fort +15, Ref +10, Will +6 vs. outsiders/abberations (+12/+6/+3 otherwise)
Movement: 60 ft/x4
Cannot be knocked prone
Hero Points: 0/3
Rage: inactive (6 of 23 used)
Attacks considered good/chaotic/lawful/evil for DR purposes
Haste
Crissor tries to put a few arrows in the drake's backside as it screeches past.
- manyshot
And sinks his first two into it.