The Fox takes a flying kick at the dragon to ensure he is in a flanking position with Johann and follows it with three jabbing punches!
Shifting a little to the side to help create a flank with his friend the Bear, Ogon Fox rapidly unleashes a sequence known in Wing Chun kung fu as a chain punch, but only the second punch has enough force to hurt this mighty dragon. It grunts in pain. OOF!!... Ich verstehe, Ihr Fuchs hat das Fünf-Tiere-Boxen in China studiert. Beeindruckend.
BATTLE AGAINST GRÜNERRAVER! ROUND 2! FIGHT!! EEEEEK!!
OGON FOX! (Flurry of blows)
MWIKALI & KIKU!
LORD PERPIREEN! (Attempting to parley)
JOHANN! (Attacks)
SIR ALPHONSE!
LADY IHRIN!
GRÜNERRAVER!
OOH OOH AH AH AHHH!!
IT IS YOU WHO IS THE PET! EEEEEK!!
MWIKALI & KIKU! SIR ALPHONSE! LADY IHRIN! GRÜNERRAVER! THEN ROUND 3!
OOH OOH AH AH AHHH!!
Lord P a little upset he got the dragon linage wrong, now knows just how this green worm feels about keeping its race alive.
" ar fáil chun cabhrú, cuimhnigh go, thairg mé ar bhealach amach chun do chraiceann a shábháil. Ach beidh Bród deireadh leat. Rinne mé mo dhícheall. Tá tú saill bloated thug Iskalddød, tú cúram ach amháin do do saint féin agus ba mhaith leis. An bonn is mó de thiomáineann, do aon créatúr de miotas. Rinne tú lotnaidí duit féin a mharaíonn coillte agus crainn iontacha d'aois le haghaidh spraoi. .. Bhí Iskalddød ceart nach bhfuil aon leigheas le haghaidh arrogance ach a cnag sé síos ar a asal. Tógfaidh mé an ubh seo go Grossevapour le súil go mbeidh a fhios aici i bhfad níos fearr conas gníomhú. Na cinn anseo, guí ar an déithe amháin spártha siad do shaol.."
[b]"I offered to help, remember that, I offered a way out to save your skin. But Pride will end you. I tried my best. You fat bloated thug Iskalddød, you only care for your own greed and wants. The most base of drives, your no creature of myth. You have made yourself a pest who kills great old woods and trees for fun. .. Iskalddød was right there is no cure for arrogance but to knock it down on its ass. I will take this egg to Grossevapour in the hope she will know much better how to act. The ones here, pray to the one gods they spare your life."
Lord P a little upset he got the dragon linage wrong, now knows just how this green worm feels about keeping its race alive.
" ar fáil chun cabhrú, cuimhnigh go, thairg mé ar bhealach amach chun do chraiceann a shábháil. Ach beidh Bród deireadh leat. Rinne mé mo dhícheall. Tá tú saill bloated thug Iskalddød, tú cúram ach amháin do do saint féin agus ba mhaith leis. An bonn is mó de thiomáineann, do aon créatúr de miotas. Rinne tú lotnaidí duit féin a mharaíonn coillte agus crainn iontacha d'aois le haghaidh spraoi. .. Bhí Iskalddød ceart nach bhfuil aon leigheas le haghaidh arrogance ach a cnag sé síos ar a asal. Tógfaidh mé an ubh seo go Grossevapour le súil go mbeidh a fhios aici i bhfad níos fearr conas gníomhú. Na cinn anseo, guí ar an déithe amháin spártha siad do shaol.."
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The green old wyrm seems a little alarmed by the Sprite lord's apparent wrath.
"Do you believe yourself in such little danger that you can afford to take your attention off of us?" Alphonse asks as he charges forward to disabuse the dragon of that notion.
If the attack connects, Alphonse exerts himself, causing a burst of light to flash from the contact.
"Do you believe yourself in such little danger that you can afford to take your attention off of us?" Alphonse asks as he charges forward to disabuse the dragon of that notion.
If the attack connects, Alphonse exerts himself, causing a burst of light to flash from the contact.
Shifting under the haughty dragon, into its shadow, places its head and serpentine neck between the paladin and the ronin Ihrin above on her flying carpet, a perfect flank...
Foereaper carves a bloody ravine in the yellow underbelly of the green dragon! It roars in agony!
GGGRRRAAAAAAARRRGGHHHH!!!! Its agonized roar shakes the stalactites of the cavern!
Oh, es scheint, als hätte ich deine Freunde unterschätzt, McGibel. Lass uns verhandeln! rumbles the green wyrm, attempting something like a toothy, apologetic smile that just looks like gaping in mortal terror to the Mighty Ones...
Hearing Johann's determination to slay it, and seeing similar conviction in the stern countenance of Sir Alphonse, the green wyrm makes a desperate attempt to retreat, but it is surrounded by the Mighty Ones, and has no clear route to escape their wrath. Nonetheless, it turns to flee...
[dice=AoO]d20+20+2
[dice=Damage]d10+9+2d6
Fox jabs the green wyrm's yellow eye as it oggles its escape route! The dragon grunts in pain, UGHHH!!, as it limps away...
Ihrin the regular attacks.
Lord P flies above the Dragon, then moving his hands in an intricate pattern opens a doorway to the lands of the dreaming behind the Dragon. It grows to fit the dragon's size. As he does he says.
"Wenn Sie es in die Reiche des Träumens schaffen, bevor sie Sie töten, dann werden Sie dort einen Platz finden Grünerraver das Grüne. Dieses biete ich als Bezahlung für mein Leben an"
"Here is a door to the realm of the Dreaming, If you can make it through before they slay you then you will find a place there Grünerraver the Green. This I Offer as payment for my life"
To the others he says.
"Did not the little Ribbie say, mercy to even thine enemies"
Ihrin the regular attacks.
[dice=Tiger Fang]1d20+16
[dice=Tiger Fang]1d20+11
[dice=White claw]1d20+16
Lord P flies above the Dragon, then moving his hands in an intricate pattern opens a doorway to the lands of the dreaming behind the Dragon. It grows to fit the dragon's size. As he does he says.
"Wenn Sie es in die Reiche des Träumens schaffen, bevor sie Sie töten, dann werden Sie dort einen Platz finden Grünerraver das Grüne. Dieses biete ich als Bezahlung für mein Leben an"
** spoiler omitted **
To the others he says.
"Did not the little Ribbie say, mercy to even thine enemies"
Lord P flies above the Dragon, then moving his hands in an intricate pattern opens a doorway to the lands of the dreaming behind the Dragon. It grows to fit the dragon's size. As he does he says.
"Wenn Sie es in die Reiche des Träumens schaffen, bevor sie Sie töten, dann werden Sie dort einen Platz finden Grünerraver das Grüne. Dieses biete ich als Bezahlung für mein Leben an"
** spoiler omitted **
To the others he says.
"Did not the little Ribbie say, mercy to even thine enemies"
Desperate now to escape death, Grünerraver replies eagerly to Lord Perpireen's offer:
Ja! Was ist mit der Rede deines Jesus von Barmherzigkeit? Ich werde friedlich in McGibels Märchenland gehen! Du kannst meinen Schatz behalten ... Nun, wie wäre es mit der Hälfte meines Schatzes?
[dice=Claw Attack 1 & damage]d20+21; 2d6+9+2d6
Johann strikes with his AoO and finally pierces the dragon's skin. But can he grab a hold of the dragon and prevent his escape?
[dice= Free Grab attempt]d20+26
Johann tears the fleeing green worm's hide, but fails to arrest its retreat...
To the others he says.
"Did not the little Ribbie say, mercy to even thine enemies"
"There are many facets of the Lord's teachings, McGibel." Alphonse says, almost sadly.
"Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it to the wrath of God, for it is written, “Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord."
"For many, this is true. But I am the hand of Vengeance; an extension of God's will. The instrument by which His vengeance is repaid. And by His own words: Vengeance is mine, and recompense, for the time when their foot shall slip; for the day of their calamity is at hand, and their doom comes swiftly."
At the last, he turns to the fleeing dragon, and prepares to deliver the world from its evil.
Sir Alphonse brings Foereaper's gleaming, buzzing blade down in a radiant arc, plunging it into the dragon's head as it tries to leap through Lord Perpireen's magic portal! A geyser of dragon blood showers the Mighty Ones as Grünerraver collapses with a dying roar!
RRROOOAAAAARRR!!!
Having slain the ancient green wyrm Grünerraver, the Mighty Ones continue exploration of its cavernous lair...
Descending deeper into the lair, they pass through a massive pair of opened half-moon-shaped gates, one of which bears a trio of glowing colored crystals: green, yellow, and red. Beyond lies a long tunnel with faint sunlight at the far end, some 200 feet away, where a secret, unknown cave exit opens onto the forested mountainside some hundred feet below and some fifty feet west of the skull-shaped main entrance to the lair...
They come upon a second pair of massive half-moon-shaped gates, one also bearing glowing red, yellow, and green crystals, also wide open. Beyond lies the lair of Grünerraver, and his glittering hoard of ill-gotten treasure! Besides this impressive mound of treasure, there is a stone podium plated with silver, with a single keyhole on top of it...
630 platinum pieces (kronars, kaisers, double eagles, etc.)
1,200 gold pieces (gilders, ducats, etc.)
12,060 silver pieces (florins, shillings, livres, etc.)
24,180 copper pieces (pfennigs, bits, rupees, etc.)
Oriental emerald worth 5,000 gp
Star sapphire worth 5,000 gp
Star ruby worth 5,000 gp
Diamond of purest water worth 5,000 gp
Oriental topaz worth 1,000 gp
Fire opal worth 1,000 gp
Walnut-sized aquamarine worth 1,000 gp
Walnut-sized jade worth 1,000 gp
Emerald worth 1,000 gp
Topaz worth 500 gp
Onyx worth 500 gp
Jacinth worth 500 gp
Walnut-sized tourmaline worth 500 gp
Garnet worth 100 gp
Carnelian worth 100 gp
Alexandrite worth 100 gp
Coral worth 50 gp
Jet worth 50 gp
Amethyst worth 50 gp
Amber worth 10 gp
Agate worth 10 gp
Zircon worth 10 gp
Hematite worth 10 gp
Gold dragon-head shaped horn with ruby eyes worth 12,000 gp
Platinum crown of laurels with acorn-sized emeralds inset worth 10,000 gp
Electrum idol of the Green Man with emerald inlays worth 9,000 gp (50 lb.)
Mithral and adamantine clockwork nightingale worth 7,000 gp
Carved ebony and ivory prototype clavier with copper wire and cat gut strings worth 6,000 gp (200 lb)
Marble bust of Julius Caesar worth 6,000 gp (50 lb.)
Rose quartz bust of Alexander the Great worth 5,000 gp (40 lb.)
Lord P hovers overhead.
"Three times I offered him the way and only on the last did he seek it. I claim his body, it will make fine boots for my lege."
He waves a spell and the great green beast head and all sail throw the gate to the fey lands. He flies after it and with a wink he, the dragon, and window are gone.
"he offers them a home to roam, far from the lands of man" She says looking at Johann."If only we were as lucky"
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"They are better off dead. When he comes back, I am going to tell him in no uncertain terms that the Wormwood is off limits. That dragon must die for his crimes, and if the little bugger tries to offer the wyrm a way out, I will see to his removal from this group personally."
Johann looks about at his companions fiercely.
A tiny window opens in front of them and Lord P pops back into the space. He can tell there is an air.
"Ho now, what is wrong my lelados?"
Resurrected by his trusted colleague Cardinal Sforza, the Mighty Ones' former companion Cardinal Lucius D'Borja has been elected to succeed Eugenius as Pope Nicholas V.
Alphonse looks puzzled and concerned.
"I thought the little fey was your friend?"
"He was already here by the time I joined up with you all, as I recall. I've never questioned his presence since I assumed he'd been traveling with you all this time." Alphonse says, concern deepening.
Lands in a suitable place and looks at the party.
"I fine gents and ladies have been here from the start. With those before you. And I will be with those after you. Many know my name and many know my aim. The new Pope for one, kings and princes let me be, for they know me, Lord Perireen McGibel, ambassador of the fey."
He Bows.
"Know this then, The age of the one gods is coming, and those like myself are passing from this world. Those who are good go on their own, happy to enter good dreams and myths of mortals. As stories, and tails told by the old to the young. But some, a few mostly evil ones want to stay. They seek to drive back the new age and be as they have always been. But they are needed, needed in the beyond "
He takes off again.
"You see If mortals have nothing to represent evil in tails and dreams then what is there to fear? What child will do as its mother says? If the great evil green dragon she would have threatened them with is dead. So she beats that child in place of a story of the evil that would come and get them should they do wrong again. A story that would make that child think twice the next time it strays from the path."
He seems to sink back into the darkness, and his voice seems to come out of the gloom.
"For who would fear the pricking of their thumbs, if nothing wicked this way comes"
His laughter rings around the space but he is gone.
In his study in his home in Paris, Nicholas Flamel, world-famous alchemist and archmage, and secret member of the Order of the Hidden Heptarch, becomes magically aware that Grünerraver has been slain when a special contingency is triggered.
Mon Dieu! Grünerraver is dead! Hallelujah! I must go at once to his lair and determine his cause and time of death for my chronicle...
The archmage alchemist teleports to the mountain path before the skull-shaped cave entrance to Grünerraver's lair.
Upon encountering the Mighty Ones, and realizing they were Grünerraver's cause of death, Flamel is fulsome glad at their victory, and praises God and His champions for their heroic deed.
Honor, glory, and praise to Our Lord! And to ye Mighty Ones that have slain the vile wyrm Grünerraver! May God bless thee forevermore!
Johann is grateful to Flamel for speeding them on their way. "Your assistance is most timely. We must hurry to get to the third keyhole before the antichrist is reborn...But there is always time to dump off some dragon treasure."
The elderly archmage-alchemist seems almost ecstatic to hear that the Mighty Ones have destroyed Nero Antichrist's material form, and is eager to aid them in finding and destroying the arch villain's phylactery.
Merciful Heavens! You are surely the saviors of Christendom, foretold in prophetic divinations by no less than five confirmed reliable oracles... Mon Dieu! What a propitious day this is! Anywhere you wish to go, Mighty Ones, I, Nicolas Flamel, will happily teleport you. Any magical item you wish to procure, I shall facilitate your purchase, and if no such thing exists in the current markets of Paris, Nuremberg or Rome, I, Nicolas Flamel, shall craft it for thee using my precious artifact, the philosopher's stone, which can transmute any form of matter into anything else one can imagine!
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Johann thanks Flamel profusely. "It is your teleportations spells that we are most happy to receive from you, Sir. The antichrist will surely find a new body if we do not hurry to the location of the next key. As for me, I am already in possession of more material goods than I ever thought possible. I am ready to put an end to the Beast of our age, now and forever."
Johann thanks Flamel profusely. "It is your teleportations spells that we are most happy to receive from you, Sir. The antichrist will surely find a new body if we do not hurry to the location of the next key. As for me, I am already in possession of more material goods than I ever thought possible. I am ready to put an end to the Beast of our age, now and forever."
Flamel nods and smiles in response to Johann.
Most excellent, sir! I will teleport you all to the foul Beast's lair at Mount Vesuvius in Italy, whenever you are ready. Looking to the others, he adds: What of the rest of you? Is there anything you may require before facing Wormwood?