Livain watches as their new allies tear through the enemy with a small smirk as she begins to loose hell with her bow. Releasing a flamestrike arrow at each of the remaining ballista and normal arrows at the archers.
@Livain: Livain's arrows mushroom out into explosions as they strike and damage the ballista. The siege engine remains standing but her crew is destroyed. The Aellar then follows that strike up with more shots that destroy two more soldiers.
Archers come out from cover and out of the tower to attempt to avenge their fallen comrades, some move to man the damaged and burning ballista.
Many of the arrows miss badly, blown aside by gusts of wind or just plain dodged by the skilled skyknights.
"There is a landing pad near the base of the tower that seems to be sized for dragons, but it looks like it would be one hell of a fight against ground troops."
Maiathreen says as he notices the perch through the swirling clouds.
Catching a short glimpse of the possible landing pad, Lin rumbles with righteous anger as she is torn between smashing the tower top defenders or bringing the fight to the soldiers on the pad. Both options sounded good and as she started to mentally relay what she saw to Min she felt his pain explode across the bond as an enemy arrow struck true. {You really should grow some scales or perhaps learn to dodge better~}
Min chuckles as he briefly glances at the arrow protruding out of his thigh, before giving a low whistle as a ballista bolt screams by and arrows deflect off of Lin's scales. {If you know the secret to growing scales then i'm all ears!}
As Min reaches for another cardinal arrow, he nods to Mai and gives him a grim smile. "I'm up for giving them a little hell..."
Can they pick the right me: 1 d7
Also can I reach the platform with my spells this turn? Since it sounds like Min is going for it.
Maiathreen looks at the landing perch and rattles off a quick incantation while ice blue symbols and glyphs form the gate and icy shards fire from it striking into their bodies sending numbing cold throughout their bodies.
Visst du formar kanna det, dina dagar raknade. Din dod ar nara. Frusna Fingrar!
As Maiathreen's magic washes over them, the hardy mountain specialists hunker down, taking physical damage from the Aellar's arcane might, but keeping their feet and their wits about them, still prepared for any Skyknight foolish enough to attempt a landing.
@Min:
Red Dragonflight Will saves:
Hahahaa oh man, this is gonna piss off Maiathreen, NOW my bad NPCs' saving throw luck runs out.
Dolo's glitterdust covers the mountain peak, with only one soldier having the wherewithal to cover his eyes. The rest are blinded and howling in frustration.
Dolo nudges Glor towards the right peak and then sends the eidolon into a tight corkscrew, streaking towards the lone soldier that can see on the peak.
Glor wraps his wings tightly around himself and his master to gain momentum and then opens then up at the last second to reveal his sharp claws and fangs, seconds before latching them onto the surprised enemy.
Glor unleashes a terror upon the man, the likes of which he has never seen (or will ever see again). Slashing claws and gnashing teeth tear flesh from the bone!
Dolo then looks around for any other threats on this peak.
@Dolo You can see the other four Red Dragonflight soldiers on this peak are all madly clawing at their eyes, trying to get the glitterdust out so they can fight, but to no avail.
Damian points his lance to the ballista furthest on the peak, slamming into it with devastating power. The griffon clears the 50 feet to the ballista in the blink of an eye, providing Damian the opportunity to turn the giant crossbow into little more than wooden scrap.
Keythan bites and slashes at the ballista's crew, getting a good snap in with his beak that bloodies a crew member. Utilizing Dolo's magic, the griffon speeds past about a hundred feet before a quick turn to strike at the next ballista.
Damian scans the skies, looking for any aerial targets. The others can handle the landing. His place is dominating the sky.
Damian's AC: 22
Damian's HP: 69/77
Challenges: 2/3
Tactician: 1/2
Buffs/Debuffs: haste
Keythan's AC: 20
Keythan's HP: 51/51
Buffs/Debuffs: haste
As Lin began her rapid descent towards the platform, an explosion of magic enveloped the enemy soldiers awaiting them ahead. Even after being struck with powerful magic the dragonflight soldiers determinedly held the line on the platform, surprised, Min quickly glanced at the newcomers but only spotted the woman unleashing hell as she fired a volley of arrows off in a blur of motion.
With the landing approaching rapidly he reached for an arrow and luckily felt the familiar feel of the cardinal feathers grace his hand before he nocked and fired at the middle trooper on the landing, intent on breaking their formation. As the cardinal arrow screamed towards the unlucky dragonflight soldier he quickly grabbed another couple of arrows and aimed for the soldiers on either side of the middle trooper. As the explosion battered their formation the other two arrows screamed into the smoking and flames seeking their targets...
"Let them taste our arrows!"
Deadly Aim with Longbow
Attack
Damage
Livain continues to rapidly nock and release arrows towards the soldiers. One of the arrows striking with such force that it punches straight through one soldiers chest and pierces the stone wall behind him pinning him to the wall.
Sir Damian has demolished two of the ballistas, and the combined might of the party is proving to be far too much for these mountain troops to handle. The peaks and tower are littered with bodies, and Lin is approaching the landing area at the bottom of the tower. Three fresh archers have appeared on the left mountain peak to replace their fallen brethren, and a couple others have appeared on the tower, but that is all. Could it be this easy?
Sir Damian has demolished two of the ballistas, and the combined might of the party is proving to be far too much for these mountain troops to handle. The peaks and tower are littered with bodies, and Lin is approaching the landing area at the bottom of the tower. Three fresh archers have appeared on the left mountain peak to replace their fallen brethren, and a couple others have appeared on the tower, but that is all. Could it be this easy?
"Min/Lin tha tower holds tha abomination we must away to it!"
Sir Damian has demolished two of the ballistas, and the combined might of the party is proving to be far too much for these mountain troops to handle. The peaks and tower are littered with bodies, and Lin is approaching the landing area at the bottom of the tower. Three fresh archers have appeared on the left mountain peak to replace their fallen brethren, and a couple others have appeared on the tower, but that is all. Could it be this easy?
"Onda sjalar for morkret, samlas har ... Stryke!" Maiathreen says as a orb of black energy fires from his palm tearing through the soldier leaving a gory mess where his abdomen was.
The last Red Dragonflight soldier down on the landing perch is wide-eyed as Maiathreen's magic demolishes his cohort. But then he looks back up and into the tower, and an odd, smug look comes over his face.
Glor continues to unleash terror upon the injured soldierman. Claws rip and teeth grind until nothing is left but a smear.
The last Red Dragonflight soldier down on the landing perch is wide-eyed as Maiathreen's magic demolishes his cohort. But then he looks back up and into the tower, and an odd, smug look comes over his face.
The right mountain peak is now completely cleared of Red Dragonflight soldiers, all that remains are the three poor fools on the left peak, blinded and battered by magical sleet, and the couple wounded soldiers on the tower; one up top, one clinging to life down on the landing perch and looking strangely self-satisfied for one so badly hurt AND outnumbered AND outgunned.
The three remaining ballista are intact, but there is no one to man them.
Damian begins a slow circle around the peak, scanning for more threats. He waits for a moment, relying on his instincts to know when to declare the attack. "Hold for a moment. Don't rush in until we know what we are getting into."
"tha nerve o tha one tah try an give me tha evil eye! A pox upon him and eternal?"
Slumber hex
will save DC 16
"tha nerve o tha one tah try an give me tha evil eye! A pox upon him and eternal?"
Slumber hex
will save DC 16
Moments after making a smug face, the last Dragonflight soldier on the landing perch succumbs to Belsarious' magic, falling asleep and slumping to the ground before rolling off the perch and falling thousands of feet to a messy death.
Damian's instincts are going off like warning bells. The Dragonflight must have known have that they would follow, and this is all they'd set up in defense? Damian himself had faced off with an ancient Red and lived. The other Skyknights were equally dangerous (if not as disciplined). What was a few ballistas and archers to them? Why wouldn't there be stiffer resistance and someone there to lead them? The Dragonflight might be chaotic and barbaric, but they weren't stupid.
He shouts over the howling wind, hoping to the get the dragonrider's attention. "Min! Get out of there! It's a trap!" He spurs Keythan, hoping to get close enough to help whenever the Dragonflight springs whatever trap they hoped to pull them into.
Seeing the last soldier on the landing fall over the ledge, Min releases the tension on his bowstring and lowers it so he can better survey the landing before them. Lin lands easily on the landing pads edge and sniffs around as she tries to get a better sense of what is before them. Min smiled as he felt a sense of accomplishment for taking the landing pad from their enemies. A scouts job was to make sure the way was clear and we have done our duty... With a lot of help of course.
Min thinks about the soldiers final act and, barely repressing a shudder, continued to think on it as Lin and him continued looking for any other unseen threats. Lin's confusion slowly leeched through the bond as she communicated silently to him. {Something about that soldiers final act troubles me... I would not go so quietly, nor as arrogantly...}
Min used his free hand to rub Lin's scales thoughtfully. "Neither of us would Lin..." Min was still thinking about it as he called up to Sir Damian. "Landing secure sir! Shall we proceed?" As he awaited a response he put tension back on his bow, he was trying to remain vigilant.
Damian's sudden shout confused Min for a moment before he uttered a curse and quickly leaned against Lin, as she began to turn back to the ledge. Min shouts at Belsarious to hold on as Lin prepares to throw herself off the ledge and away from the possible danger. As she moved toward the edge he looked back and quickly mumbleed to Belsarious through gritted teeth as he kept an eye behind them just as Lin prepared to leap...
"No Matter what Belsarious, you have to survive this, so be ready to abandon us and finish this mission... No matter what happens!"
Livain watches warily after hearing Sir Damian's warning. She nocks a backbarb arrow to her bow as she waits.
"A trap?" Maiathreen mutters as he looks towards the opening.
Suddenly from the opening at the top of the steps, a massive fireball rockets out towards where Min and Belsarious and Lin are standing, exploding in their midst and spreading out to engulf both men and the Silver Dragon Lin in its flaming maw.
At the same time this happens, a winged figure shoots out from the steps and clear of the tower. Spying Sir Damian, it screams in an unholy shriek equal parts draconic roar and torture victim's moaning wail; "CAVALIER! You are a fool to be in this place! We will destroy you as we destroyed the Lionhearts! NOW YOU DIE!" A bead of light streaks out from the creature's finger at blinding speed and explodes into a fireball that engulfs Keythan, Sir Damian, and brave little Brook, who does not scream or cry out, but only ducks down behind his knight, clinging to Keythan's thick fur as the flames wash over him.
The creature that launched the fireball at the group on the landing pad flies out and lands opposite them, grinning maniacally like a hungry beast.
These two creatures appear to be twins of some sort. They are both bald and have arcane tattoos covering one side of their head and face. They are mirror images of each other; one has tattoos on his left, the other on his right. Their eyes are the sickly yellow color of jaundice. Both have skin that could be scales, the scales of a red dragon. Waves of arcane energy wash around them, protecting them and halating the air with a malevolent red glow. Their wings are crimson and majestic and terrible; spreading out some 15' or more. They are not terribly tall, though, and are somewhat slim.
In fact, they bear an awful lot of resemblance to Maiathreen and Livain. The four of them could be related.