Opal flies down and touches Luthor with a wand.
"It was a bronze dragon in life. They breathe lightning. I don't know what it's becomes or if it can still do that..."
"Well as long as it can be killed again, I don't care." Luthor will the dragon and fly up into its face.
Fire-Kal glances around and, realizing he's not in a very good position, shifts. The fires go out in a sudden cloud of wispy smoke, which coalesce and swirl about one another as they settle into a new form. Air-Kal flies up from the boat and around to the side of the dragon, preparing a spell as he goes.
Zirul drinks Universal Formula for Fly and then heads for a flank.
The dragon furious flaps its skeletal wings and lashes out at the tiny creatures in its face.
In addition, the dragon builds up a dangerous crackling aura.
Luthor grunts as one of the bites pierces his armor into his shoulder. He ignores the pain and fires back with a series of punches.
Special abilities and immunities/resistances?
Each of Luthor’s blows connect, each sending splinters of draconic bone into the water below. Every time Luthor hits, the dragon’s electric aura shocks him.
Opal zips over to Bjorkus and touches him with the wand next.
Air-Kal casts a spell and flies forward to touch the dragon.
"It's undead, it's immune to lightning, shocks ya when ya hit it, and when it dies, it explodes!" He yells out during the assault on the creature, seeing the weak spots and striking for them.
Suddenly gifted with magical flight, the loincloth-clad minotaur takes to the air and attacks the dragon.
Zirul's claws and fangs strikes the dragon's weakest points splintering whole sections of its gory skeleton.
Bjorkus's trident breaks off another chunk.
The dragon snaps at Air-Kal as he approaches.
Radiant sparks fly as Air-Kal's spell washes over the skeletal dragon and the creature’s form loses shape and plummets as individual bones back into the water. As it ‘dies’ there’s a burst of lightning.
As the danger of the dragon passes, new ones appear. Springing from the water are enormous demonic figures resembling mockeries of normal sealife. They are humanoid in build but with the head of an octopus and giant barbed lobster claws.
One lunges for Air-Kal while the other attacks Luthor.
"What the f$## are these things?" Luthor retaliates on the one attacking him.
Air-Kal reels from the bite, claw, and electrical surge. Shaking his head as if to clear it, he steps back and sends a freezing cone flying through the air toward the two newcomers, angling it upward to avoid hitting Opal.
Resistances/immunities, special abilities, and if I make enough for a third, then weaknesses.
Kal’s spell fails to overcome one of the creatures’ s natural resistance but hits the other.
The monster proves resistant to the cold.
Luthor’s brass knuckles only bounce off their chitinous shells.
Opal flies around and hastes the party.
Bjorkus flies closer and attacks the monstrous creature.
"We're fighting daemons, folks! Immune to acid, to magical death effects, disease & poison. They're a bit tough against the elements and magic in general."
Zirul takes a breath while heading for the one Kal seems to be having the most fun with. "While we're at it, they're poisonous, and enjoy grabbing ya and crushing you, and long walks on the beach."
He growls out loudly. Good news is...they hate blessed weaponry! So bring out the holy!"
Bjorkus’s trident pierces the piscodaemon’s shell several times wounding the creature greatly and earning its wrath.
The other advances on Kal with Zirul on its rear.
Zirul growls low, spinning out of the way of all strikes by the nasty beast, and then takes the necessary step forward to close the distance.
His jaws and claws strike out in quick succession, working to tear chunks from the monster from another world.
Air-Kal loses more bits and pieces as the tentacles batter his already-battered form. With a growl of annoyance, he begins to spin, faster and faster and faster as his wisps slowly spread into a huge wind tunnel, spanning a full twenty feet from top to bottom. He moves toward the daemon with the intent of engulfing it.
Kal fights off the tentacle’s poison and whirls through the pair of daemons.
Air-Kal successfully scoops up one of the airborne monsters and drops them off.
Zirul’s claws struggle to penetrate the daemon’s tough shell. One attack finds a soft spot, spilling foul ichor into the water below.
Opal fires a volley of missiles up toward the melee.
Luthor triggers his baldric and then throws a series of attacks at his opponent with his attuned knuckles.
This time the brawler’s fist smashes through the monster’s shell killing it and dropping its remains into the dark water below.
Bjorkus flies around to distract the remaining monster and attacks.
***
Recognizing that it’s quickly being overwhelmed, the remaining daemon tries to retreat.
But fails.
Zirul laughs derisively at the daemon, seeing its ichor spilling down. "Come on! Let's rumble! The doctor is lookin' for a new cadaver!"
His claws and jaws strike with speed, agility, and a clinical precision, ripping chunks from the enemy's form, as the doctor begins proper vivisection. His teeth strike for another throat tear, but...
Air-Kal, seeing that his compatriots have things under control, pulls a wand and heals himself a bit.
The Doctor takes the daemon apart with surgical precision. What’s left of the body plummets into the water alongside its pair.
Zirul grins, landing back on the boat and washing his claws off in the salt water. "Exhilarating!" Zirul seems positively glowing with enjoyment, even though he is slightly crispy.
Zirul spits the bits of ichor from his mouth and reaches for a wand, using one tap.
Air-Kal slows his breathing and focuses on his many wounds, trying to stanch the flow of blood-red haze. After everyone is patched up, he frowns thoughtfully. "I hesitate to suggest it, as it might allow Bonefist to escape, but if we were to rest here a few minutes I think I could re-align myself with the waters somewhat. It's a good place for it."
After tying down the boat on the other side, the party exits onto a rough wooden pier. This pier ends at an earthen ledge only to transition back to a wooden walkway going around the outside of a single story building. Movement can be heard coming from within. The cavern continues south-east and expands greatly.
Air-Kal holds up one limb and sneaks around the corner for a look, flying high and fast.
Peering around the corner Air-Kal sees that this tunnel opens into an enormous cavern hundreds of feet across. Further south the water opens into a huge lagoon. A larger building stands at the shore north of the water with docks extending out to Bonefists’s flagship the Filthy Lucre. Crew can be seen aboard the deck, preparing for departure. At the far southern end of this huge chamber is a dark cave wall. How Bonefist plans to get his ship out of the seemingly sealed cavern remains to be seen.
It's difficult to make out the details from this distance but someone aboard the Lucre seems to be pointing at Air-Kal.
Air-Kal flies back to the others. "I think I was seen, unfortunately... the ship is a very long way south, and the crew's getting ready to leave. This is it."
After three rounds later, the door nearest the party opens up.
Within the building, four pirate guards come into view. At the rear of the visible room, a boyish man with a flute in his hand yells a command.
"Get 'em!"
Kal glances into the room and sees that their quarry isn't there. "Hurry! There could be a back exit!"
He hesitates momentarily, then points at the flautist with one airy appendage.