Feeling the connection to all of the Moons strengthend, the wizard calls on their blessing, especially that of Soliniari and Lunitari but with a nod of respect to Nuitari, to help defeat this horrible creature.
One more missle is able to be cast, all coming out of his outstretched hands, like a Roman battery, in the shape of elven arrows
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That kills it. Kisanth, or Onyx, starts writhing around like a terrible thing to behold, before finally giving up the ghost.
Drakkor verifies the dragon is dead and then rushes to his fallen comrade!
”Goldmoon! Bring the staff!”
Goldmoon rushes in. (Oh, all of you gained a level)
"Oh no, I hope it will help!"
She uses the staff on Varis. The staff glows . . .
Uttering a silent thank you to the 3 Cousins, as he looks up to hidden sky, the White Robe, knowing that the domain of healing is not his, approaches the dragon's hoard and casts detect magic.
Ahto moves closer to see if the magic of the staff can save his fallen comrade. He has seen the recent evidence of the Old Gods' return, but the dragon's horrific spray of acid left his friend burned almost beyond recognition.
Uttering a silent thank you to the 3 Cousins, as he looks up to hidden sky, the White Robe, knowing that the domain of healing is not his, approaches the dragon's hoard and casts detect magic.
You did find a couple of items. Two long swords that detect as magic. You also see a black spell book that recounts as Fistandanilus' lost book.
Ahto moves closer to see if the magic of the staff can save his fallen comrade. He has seen the recent evidence of the Old Gods' return, but the dragon's horrific spray of acid left his friend burned almost beyond recognition.
The man who was burned is restored. You hear a heartbeat.
Seeing his compatriot alive, Drakkor sighs and leans back.
”OK. I give. The gods ARE back. I just don’t like the circumstances… but what can you do!”
The White Robe will call the party over, I have discovered some magical weapons, longswords, and a spellbook.
The White Robe will call the party over, I have discovered some magical weapons, longswords, and a spellbook.
Yes. 10,000 gold pieces, 5,000 silver pieces, and sixty steel bars. Each bar is worth 50 steel pieces.
Ahto helps Varis to his feet. "Welcome back to the world of the living. What's it like to die and come back? What's on the other side?"
Looking over the treasure he kicks the gold and silver.
”Basically worthless. The silver could be repurposed if melted down. Certain monstrous creatures are allergic to it…or so I’ve heard.”
He frowns at the magical swords.
”Can anyone use a long-blade? I’m not very handy with such things.”
The steel bars may be of value to the group. Since I am the only one that the spellbook is of use to, I will safe guard it. he says as he picks up the tome.
"I could use one of them," Ahto replies, "but I generally prefer close quarter weapons like these." He puts a hand to his maul-axe and short sword for emphasis.
"Wha.." Varis looks up to Ahto and accepts help to heave up to his feet "She got me good, this new healing changes everything...wait what!?" his brain catches up with what Ahzo said
"Dead!? Impossible!"
Hr looks over his armor and clothes and cannot deny that amount of acid damage visible would mean he was essentially covered in it.
"Praise be to Paladine! Thank you, Mishakal! And thank you, Goldmoon. You have my strength and whatever help you need for life."
After initial shock wears off he comments on the treasure
"I can use the sword, it is after all a weapon of my order. I too prefer less fancy weapons, but I can use it if needed." he takes onr of the swords