He calls Raden to fly to him and imbues Raden with a spell, Protection from Evil. When Matthew comes out to have his gear mended, Raden's monkey head licks him, transferring the spell into Matthew.
Now as Mathew walks toward Rosa she winces and rubs her forehead as if in some discomfort.
The varisian cautiously walks up to the handsome giant. "Î şee. Don’ț eăț țhe fruîţ." The tanned-skinned human then offers a hand of friendship. "Hello. Î ăm Dâvîân Dreâmşpun, ă clerîc of Deşnâ. Ăre you înjured?"
The varisian cautiously walks up to the handsome giant. "Î şee. Don’ț eăț țhe fruîţ." The tanned-skinned human then offers a hand of friendship. "Hello. Î ăm Dâvîân Dreâmşpun, ă clerîc of Deşnâ. Ăre you înjured?"
Niche watches Rosa as she walks away, even leaning around the Desnian a little to take advantage of the view as long as possible, "Just my pride; she barely even looked at me."
Noticing after a moment, a little awkwardly, that the varisian is still standing in front of him with a hand extended, he recovers, and takes the hand cheerfully, "Oh, sorry. Got distracted. Dreamspun, yes? Pleasure to meet you."
The giant is sitting at the base of the dead tree, and when speaking with Davian he sits up and crosses his legs to be polite. He remains seated, which makes them of about the same height, and easily able to look each other in the eye.
"How'd you get mixed up in this? You seem remarkably too present of mind to have your fate willingly intertwined with such... memorable individuals."
While speaking, he notices the blood drying on his tunic, and motions to it, "Do you mind if I see to this?"
Presuming Davian does not object, he pulls off the top, and pulls a spare from his pouch. He switches out the dirty shirt for a clean one, and pulls out a needle and thread as well. Then, while talking with the cleric, he starts stitching up the cut in the bloody shirt.
"Every hear of a 'Green Cleric'? Ptolemizreon said something about it, and I'm not sure who he was referring to."
The varisian cautiously walks up to the handsome giant. "Î şee. Don’ț eăț țhe fruîţ." The tanned-skinned human then offers a hand of friendship. "Hello. Î ăm Dâvîân Dreâmşpun, ă clerîc of Deşnâ. Ăre you înjured?"
Niche watches Rosa as she walks away, even leaning around the Desnian a little to take advantage of the view as long as possible, "Just my pride; she barely even looked at me."
"Gîve her țîme, my frîend", Davian consoled in his heavy-accented taladane.
Noticing after a moment, a little awkwardly, that the varisian is still standing in front of him with a hand extended, he recovers, and takes the hand cheerfully, "Oh, sorry. Got distracted. Dreamspun, yes? Pleasure to meet you."
The giant is sitting at the base of the dead tree, and when speaking with Davian he sits up and crosses his legs to be polite. He remains seated, which makes them of about the same height, and easily able to look each other in the eye.
"How'd you get mixed up in this? You seem remarkably too present of mind to have your fate willingly intertwined with such... memorable individuals."
Davian nods in recognition of the compliment. "We were ăll învîțed țo ă pârțy where țhe hoşţş were wîllîng țo pây our group țo explore ă ţomb noț țo făr from here. Âs for Fâţe, ..well, țhăț’ș Phârâşmâ’s domăîn. Î prefer țo țhînk of myșelf ăș..lucky, Î șuppoșe", the desnan smiled a secret grin.
While speaking, he notices the blood drying on his tunic, and motions to it, "Do you mind if I see to this?"
Davian give a polite nod of acceptance.
Niche pulls off the top, and pulls a spare from his pouch. He switches out the dirty shirt for a clean one, and pulls out a needle and thread as well. Then, while talking with the cleric, he starts stitching up the cut in the bloody shirt.
"Every hear of a 'Green Cleric'? Ptolemizreon said something about it, and I'm not sure who he was referring to."
After coming victorious from the fog he would walk over to Serill and bow to him.
Then at Niche's question he shakes his helmeted head. Then begins his cumbersome climb. Matthew takes his time and eventually gets a fruit.
Roll 1d8: 1-6 +2 to that ability score. If the ability is not a favored ability for your class you may roll again and gain both +2s.
7: Roll twice and gain a minor bonus.
8. Roll twice and gain a major bonus.
He nods an affirmative/yes to Snowbeard.
Looking at Lidras he sighs knowing he will need to speak, with a calm gravely voice he relays, "I am but a simple adventurer. I kill what I am sent to kill. I hold no claim to her and barely know her. Just as Snowbeard she was more interested in the others of our previous party."
With the fruit safely stowed in a belt pouch he slowly makes his descent. Once with the group once more he pulls out the fruit and looks around, looking at each of you before doing anything else. Once he has looked at each of you he shakes his head and puts the fruit away unless someone gives him a suggestion.
A green cleric is also known as a tank of healing. Armored and unarmed ready to charge into battle with his or her allies and focusing on supporting their allies and rather devout about not hurting anyone or any creature.
The giant is now only about 5 feet tall and his visage has changed back to the old wizened goliath. Slowly waking up he pulls from his pack a green cloak and puts it around his body, covering all but his face. Slowly walking with a cane he looks around.
Then the fruit.
Rosa looks at Matthew
She then pulls her word.
Then her wings unfold and she jumps into the air at at the flying dragon kin over head.
As he hits the three latches to release his helmet he turns from the group and walks a few paces to not be seen by the group. Pulling off the helmet you can see all sorts of scaring on his head. Rosa had worked on him some with her healing and disease removal but there were still quite a bit of work to be done to make him homely. A few bites and growth could be seen. Hair coming in upon his scalp and the flaking of skin to reveal fresh new unscarred skin. He begins to cry. With his free hand he removes the surface skin to release the new growth.
Anyone coming over to him can see that his face has been restored. Tears stream down his face as he happily weeps. The fruit only a bite has been taken from it rests in his palm.
Also there was note of a Green Cleric in your orders for this mission. You were suppose to make sure he was apart of the mission you believe.
Their are scions of healing which take vows of non violence.
Davian explains to Niche who he thinks the Green Cleric must be.
Originally Niche had all three fruit in his possession.
Niche eyes the she-devil as she launches skyward towards the Wyverns.
"Guess someone's jealous of the tasty fruit. The apple was tasty. If I could fly, I might be tempted to go for a second."
Turning back towards Davian he says, "Erastil was my only guess. Never heard of these Tank of Healing guys. Anyone like any of those possibilities in this group? And as of Fate and Luck, do you account those as different things?"
It the mean time, he finds the blade's scabbard (I am presuming it had one, as without, it would have rusted away in the weather). He ties the sheath in place, so it does not slip off while in storage, and then slips it into the pouch at his waist. The sight of a seven foot sword disappearing into a pouch only a foot deep is an odd one, but not too out of place to anyone that has ever seen a Handy Haversack.
He stands up, and addresses everyone gathered, "I'm presuming as neither I nor the quiet fellow had too much difficulty with the guardians, that Rosa will find herself equal to the task as well. Where are you headed next? If there are more challenges here to be faced, I enjoy the prospect of trying my hand against them. Are there any rules I should know of within this group, or should I assume the standard compact; no in-fighting, and equal shares for all that contribute?"
Davian falls in behind Niche as they both advance toward the aerial assailants.
Option 1:
Roll 1d8: 1-6 +2 to that ability score. If the ability is not a favored ability for your class you may roll again and gain both +2s.
7: Roll twice and gain a minor bonus, ignoring any further results of 7.
8. Roll twice and gain a major bonus, ignoring any further results of 8.
Option 2:
Roll 1d8: 1-6 +2 to that ability score. If the ability is not a favored ability for your class you may roll again and gain both +2s.
7: Roll 1d6 twice and gain a minor bonus.
8. Roll 1d6 twice and gain a major bonus.
Roll Twice + Major Bonus 2x
Charisma +2 + 1x roll
Roll Twice + Minor Bonus 2x
Roll Twice + Minor Bonus 3x
Roll Twice + Minor Bonus 4x
Roll Twice + Major Bonus 5x
Roll Twice + Major Bonus 6x
Roll Twice + Major Bonus 7x
Strength +2 6x
Wisdom +2 5x
Roll Twice + Minor Bonus 6x
Constitution +2 5x
Wisdom +2 4x
Roll Twice + Major Bonus 5x
Constitution +2 4x
Wisdom +2 3x
Charisma +2 2x
Intelligence +2 1x
Constitution +2
Strength +2
Constitution +6
Dexterity +0
Intelligence +2
Wisdom +6
Charisma +4
Minor Bonus x4
Major Bonus x5
Charisma +2 1x
Roll Twice + Minor Bonus 2x (Ignoring further results of 7-8)
Strength +2
Wisdom +2
Strength +2
Wisdom +2
Charisma +2
Minor Bonus
Major Bonus
Strength +2
Charisma +2
Major Bonus
As Rosa ascends on black wings of force, she holds out her hand and her sword appears. She stanches it from the air. Black flame runs down its raiser shape edges.
As he gets close to the flying reptiles. And she hearls her Hell blade at one.
Her blade winks in and out of being, appearing, just in front of one of the bests. And slamming hilt deep into its flesh. There it starts to drink its life away.
Rosa's attack was true and cuts deep into the flesh of the beast, though it and the others turn and fly towards her.
Round 1
Two of the wyverns are able to fly by and bite at her this round as the others begin to angle themselves for attacks. One of them snags her side with its vicious teeth.
dice=Bite on Rosa]1d20+10/dice] dice=damage]2d6+4/dice]
Most of them angle themselves well to get fly by attacks but they are unable to get past her defenses.
Round 3
The clouds above are displaced and a massive wind buffets those in the wind negating any attacks for this round. A failure of a Fly DC 15 and you fall to the ground. A colossal winged dragon flaps it set of four wings, you can easily hear the heavy chains that hold it to the floating rock above.
His wit has apprently is at a lack as well, as the old golaith painfully wobbles over to Niche and in his elderly voice says, "Well I am a cleric at least in this form... what do you need a cleric for?"
The old dwarf strains his neck as he follows the air battle with those ice-blue eyes.
"Yarll, this s'goin' to make a guud story fer Raiku.
Should make a interestin' sculpture: the devil woman fightin' a air battle against enslaved drakes."
And with that, he sits down and produces a thick, leather-wrapped notebook , ink and quill and starts to scribble down notes and several quick but quite-well-matching sketches of the scenery.
His wit has apprently is at a lack as well, as the old golaith painfully wobbles over to Niche and in his elderly voice says, "Well I am a cleric at least in this form... what do you need a cleric for?"
"I've little use for clerics most of the time; I'm not particularly religious. Not that I disrespect them. I met Irori once, when he came to visit the ... How is not important right now, though I must say his was the most incredible mind I've ever had the chance to interact with."
"No, I was asking about clerics because of something the skeleton said. I should be on the look out for 'the Green Cleric.' Does that term mean anything to you?"
Serill is still flying around on Alagon keeping eyes out and observing the Wyverns when Rosa attacks them. That may not have been necessary... He thinks.
"Alagon, attack!" Alagon flies towards Rosa and they join the battle, Serill waits to cast Haste when Rosa is within range just before Alagon closes with a wyvern.
As Alagon flies past, one of Serill's hands grows talons and feathers identical to an Eagle and he attacks one from the back of his mount.
Rosa ignores the snaps of the little worms, She lets her sword drink more life.
She flies higher as they keep attacking. and Feels the rush of magic speed her flight.
Then a wall of wind hits her.
Then she sees
The bronze dragon its four wings beating, chained and blood coming from it.
She took in the sight. Good it may be, but it is a being of great law as well. A great weapon in the fight to stop Chaos bound so. Cold hard anger filled her.
She calls her sword to her, and flies toward it, into her hand it comes, black flames blazed
Far below they can hear Rosa bellow.
Serill and Alagon gain altitude with Rosa until the massive dragon above is revealed.
They manage to stay airborne. He looks to see if the wyverns are keeping up or react to the chained dragon.
"I lived to old age without purpose whatsoever.
Combat has nothin' ta do with how old ye get.
Unless ya loose o'course..."
"Well said, old one."
Niche turns his eyes upward to watch a bit of the battle overhead.
"Besides, how else might you learn your flaws if you do not put your metal to the test? 'A man that knows his enemy but not himself will win a battle but lose another. A man that knows both himself and his enemy will rarely be defeated.' Or so at least the philosophers believed as much."
"Looks like the other fellow has joined the fight. Wonder what happens to the prize when more than one fights. Too bad we are stuck down here."
Rosa hasted flies to a Chain, her adamantium blade flashing in the light.
Rosa focuses on taking down the chains and soon the wyverns are fleeing as several of their number have begun to plummet to the ground having their wings shredded by massive golden feathers. Some of these feathers are still stuck in their destroyed wings. Some chunks of chain fall as well, each link being about a foot long.
The three dragons that land are very agitated and move towards the group... two from the South East and the third from the North. Snapping jaws and growls come from the beasts as they advance.
His wit has apprently is at a lack as well, as the old golaith painfully wobbles over to Niche and in his elderly voice says, "Well I am a cleric at least in this form... what do you need a cleric for?""I've little use for clerics most of the time; I'm not particularly religious. Not that I disrespect them. I met Irori once, when he came to visit the ... How is not important right now, though I must say his was the most incredible mind I've ever had the chance to interact with."
"No, I was asking about clerics because of something the skeleton said. I should be on the look out for 'the Green Cleric.' Does that term mean anything to you?"
The old goliath shakes its head and sits next to Niche under the tree. As the debris falls he does not move and should the tree not protect him chunks hit him but barely bother him. Raising the walking stick he cures his wounds easily enough.
She held her sword high.
She flow to him so he could see her better.
She placed her word on her back where it clipped into place between her Black force wings.
She held her hands wide.
She waits to see what the Bronze says.
Niche is seated, leaning against the dead tree with his head tilted back so he can watch what is going on overhead, at least in as much as it is visible. When the debris starts to fall, he continues looking up, a somewhat lazy look in his eye, and shuffles his buttocks over about half his width so he is leaning against a different part of the tree. A moment later, a piece of stone about the size of a human torso hits the ground where he had been sitting. The rock strikes a root, and bounces away at an angle.
When the dragons appear on the ground, he stands and appraises them.
Once the healing is no longer supplied or until 50 hit points is cured the massive (garganuan or even collosal) dragon thanks again and then flies off.
The three wyverns on the ground move forward towards the group. These dragonkin are blue for the most part, giant stingers at the end of their tails, and big gapping maws.
Seeing Rosa soar and fly up he is dishearted that he can’t follow her. Then as the dragons fall to the ground he gobbles up the fruit fully, secures his helmet and begins to charge the duo before him. Pulling his greatsword from his back he gets ready to do a side swing to possibly attack both of them.
Now fighting the dragons takes him out of the range of the debris. He dodges a few attacks but with four attacks from each per round he is quickly overcome with bleeding wounds. A small flint of light can be seen flashing over him after he takes a wound. He continues moving in and out to keep the wyverns guessing how he will attack next, he is rather mobile with such heavy armor.
Davian looks up at the aerial combat, unable to partipate. Regardless, the desnan cleric has his healing kit at the ready, should the need arise.
She dodges from the rain of debris moving towards the tree as she does and away from the approaching dragon.
7 damage of falling debris, Reflex DC 18 for half.
Rosa now casts to heal the Dragon,
As she works she asks him.
"Thank you for that Great Starblaze, how did you get get and what do you know of this place?"
The little lizard zips into your group as the debris begins falling. He appears to be about to be smashed by a chunk of chain...
After being 'rescued' the lizard comes over to the aging goliath and sighs... "Lidras, you need to touch him once a day to keep that demon's aging curse at bay... or I can zap him!"
Rosa hears the Dragon out.
"I fear no Gods as you do Starblaze, for a I'm but tip of a sword and I know what Gods are, creations of faith and power."
She went to a another wound to heal.
"Below my fellows have eaten of that tree, fruit four fold. All but one has been taken. I wanted to know the price for there gifts and now I know."
She worked on another round, and carefully took a feather, tucking it away. As she did she said.
"The Lord of the Hells, will never be a god, he/she has said so him/her-self many times. For the Hell's span the multiverses and where ever they are, so they stand as a barrier keeping reality it self safe. Even Gods themselves need our protection lease they lose all to ever changing madness."
She finished off
"So if as you say I am in the play-ground of a god, then I will know what that god is and what they stand for."
Then she was done.
"Fly then Great Starblaze, for I mean to strike that tree down and call this god in doing so"
As the Dragon flies off, A black streak of flame falls from above.
Rosa in a power-dive falls from the heavens.
Niche grins as a new challenge presents itself, and he charges at the solitary wyvern to the north. As he nears it, his fist begins to glow with green discordant energy.
Rosa power dives onto the tree, sword out and sundering part of the tree as she lands.
Once Niche gets to the wyvern it attacks back with its stinger, bite and thrashed wings to little avail compared to the damage he inflicted with one strike. It on its last legs its eyes get large.
plus poison
plus grab
From within the tree a black goo begins to come out.
Rosa cuts a swave down the tree. Now she knew her blade wound sunder it. She superhero lands and dust flow up as her feet impacted the ground. The large black wings on her back beat once blowing the dust away, then folded in on themselves until they where gone from view.
Her Hell blade out, behind her the tree bleed goo.
She stands and holds her blade ready.
(6taken)
As the battle in the sky gets more serious and rock starts to fall, Old Snowbeard claps shut the book with a groin and side-steps a major rock during the process of stowing it in his backpack.
Eying the not-dragons, he rumbles a series of arcane-empowered sylabylls and starts to grow to twice the size of your average dwarf.
Once grown, he takes a few steps towards the drake near the funny speaking cleric.
Niche defends himself as the dragonid's attacks come in, batting aside the barbed tail strike with an open handed parry. None of the other attacks require a counter, as none carries any real risk of striking him. Instead, the giant merely moves his body slightly this way or that, allowing the strikes to go past without hitting, and costing him only minimal effort.
As it retaliates, he smiles at it once, and then launches a rapid one-two combo, first with one foot and then the other.
So for the first round fighting with the wyvern Niche takes Con damage from the poison, unless immune to poison.
plus poison
plus grab
The wyvern gets its attacks in but seem to miss every time. Then the monk one-two combos the wyvern into a bloody mess before it. Several golden feathers about three feet each are stuck in the wings of the wyvern. Meanwhile Matthew looses his footing and is caught up in one of the dragon's mouth while being stung with the stingers to the South East.
Her eyes get large and quickly casts a spell blood armor and moves back to Davian.
He shrieks at Rosa's appearance and shrieks even louder after she says what is happening. Then shocking the goliath it bolts away like a lightning bolt grabbing his little friend Revan if there is no resistance.
He shakes as the shock hits him and a few moments later the aging melts away, the clothing being replaced by his leather loin cloth, the walking stick turning into his massive weapon. Standing he looks to Rosa and asks, "Ready for another absurd battle?"
Back up to his normal height he raises his large goliath warhammer and charges into battle trying to aid Matthew. On the way he invokes a word under his breath and instantly he is covered in a dark black full plate mail. His armor seems to absorb light like Rosa's blade.
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Rosa smiles at Aukan,
With that her 16' frame leaps into the air, as it does her black force wings shoot out behind her slowing her descent as she came back to the ground. Her great hell blade raised then fell. Down into the side of one of the remaining worms. Black flame filled the air where it passed and sank in.
Her adamantine blade bit deep into the worms flesh, as it did it blazed dark light. She held it to the side of the beast, pushing the blade deep.
Round 2
"Don't 'Old Man' me in my true form, plus a kiss from you would keep me in this prime body! Bring forth the " He yells as he swings again missing the first time, at least not solidly connecting to truly do any damage.
Under his breath he curses and says, "Wow my luck has been taken out of me!" Moving about to see if he can flank with Rosa.
Shouting out and sounding a bit tinny as his loud voice rebounds withing the helm some as well, "Ole Snowbeard, could you give me a hand with this little dragonling... it seems to have a hold of me!"
The wyverns drop Matthew's limp body to the ground and focus on the new threats, one for Rosa and the other for Aukan. The one aiming at Rosa misses with its four attacks but she makes a bleeding wound upon it. Aukan has missed twice now and it has torn into him several times. After DR Aukan takes 10 damage and is grappled by the wyvern.
The next round Rosa's defenses hold out again, as a lucky wing hurts him just a little, 1 damage.
plus poison
plus grab
For Aukan
plus poison
plus grab
For Rosa
plus poison
plus grab
For Aukan
plus poison
plus grab
Will save
Round 3 of battle:
For Rosa
plus poison
plus grab
For Aukan
plus poison
plus grab
Will save
dice=sting] 1d20 + 10[/dice] dice=damage: 1d6 + 4[/dice] plus poison
dice=bite] 1d20 + 10[/dice] dice=damage: 2d6 + 4[/dice] plus grab
dice=wing] 1d20 + 5[/dice] dice=damage: 1d6 + 2 [/dice]
Round 3
His body seems to just dissolve into the grass, then 20 feet behind the wyverns he materializes the next round standing. He draws his blade from his back and charges in, doing his best to keep up a defense using combat expertise and giving both Rosa and Aukan flanking if possible.