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Unless something slows us down, we get moving…
Just a note: I'm going out of town (taking my son to Boston to visit his mom for the summer) and I will be traveling for the next week. I will try and stay connected with my phone, but if I don't respond soon enough, feel free to bot my guy as needed for expediency's sake. I should be back by Next Sunday and to a regular posting schedule hopefully by then.
Drakkor snickers. ”I thought all elves were vegetarians?” He wonders if anyone will get his joke…
Sighing, Drakkor points out the obvious that he sees. "If we want proof of what we say happened to us, we should keep the head as long as possible. If we bring it Solace, it might bring bad attention there however. I doubt that goblin army has wandered off. If we bring the head to the elves? I would say they would at least hear what we have to say about dragons and gods coming back...before kicking us out on our ass while laughing the whole time."
While capable of walking with the others, Drakkor was not in any shape for another fight or parlay. He waves off the gully dwarves and remains in the rear of the group, trying to keep a look out for potential hazards sneaking up on them…
Drakkor pointedly ignores the ‘minotaur’ remark and keeps moving, his demeanor impassive.
Nodding, the minotaur points back the way they came. ”Sounds like as good a plan as any other I could offer. Better than getting lost trying to get out. After you…”
Are we ready to move forward guys? Di we know which way we are going? Does Goldmoon have a direction to go inspired by the gods or something like that?
Nodding, Drakkor starts scooping what he can into his magical backpack. ”We should move as you say. If the dragon has as many followers as it intimated, then we are in no shape to defend ourselves from an angry army looking for revenge.” He hesitates for a moment and then looks at the carcass of the dragon. ”I realize my conversation with the dragon was odd, but I was hoping to engage with the creature before it attacked in order to gain more information. It worked…sort of. We know more now than we did before, but I doubt we learned enough. The gods are returning and it appears Takhisis has a jump on the gods of good.”
I have a Handy Haversack…
Seeing the excitement on Varis’ face, Drakkor smiled. ”Looks like your faith was not wrong. Take some pride in that my friend! But we should get moving…the dragon spoke of the odd lizard-men were working for ‘Him and his Queen.’ We need to alert somebody that the Dragons are back along with the gods too! Palanthas? It might be distant, but we could spread the word from there easily.”
Nodding at the magical weapons, Drakkor points out the symbol. "I've read of this symbol before. The smith is a worshiper of Paladine...Dargon Whitestone? Yeah...Whitestone. The disks are a religious text on the history of the good-aligned gods. Probably pretty valuable at this point in time..."
Disks
Sword Symbol
Using one of his Scrivener's kits, Drakkor will collect a dozen of the smaller black dragon scales and a vial of dragon's blood...he could only imagine the kind inks he could make with such materials.
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.”
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!”
Anybody remember how we are doing Hit Points...?
Drakkor verifies the dragon is dead and then rushes to his fallen comrade! ”Goldmoon! Bring the staff!”
Oh s+$!… that’s when magic is at its most powerful. Right?
Seeing his friends blood fly, spurs Drakkor’s anger and he attacks with greater fury… Full Flurry ATTACK(Punch/Kick)
His punches and kicks bounce off the monster’s tough scales, but with a twist of his head, he bloodies his horns for the first time in years…
Thank you. She had Stage IV, that had spread from the breast to the liver and lung, and was emerging from her neck and underarm. She fought for a year and 4 months. . I’m so sorry. There are no words that can truly help right now I’m sure. But for whatever it’s worth, my thoughts and prayers are for you and your family right now.
Got it. That sounds familiar! Thanks.
Does anybody remember the rules on natural attacks and how they work in a Monk’s flurry? I have a gore attack ability, but I’ve been holding off using it for two reasons: 1. Drakkor doesn’t like to use this ability, as he feels it is too savage of a way to hurt an enemy. He can’t do non-lethal with his gore attack and prefers to keep the option for that. 2. I’m unsure of the rules for Pathfinder 1st edition on how to integrate such things. The reason I’m asking is that Drakkor only has a few hit points left after being healed and we need to kill the dragon ASAP. Things could get worse if I don’t add in any bonuses I can going forward…
When it comes to Drakkor’s moment (whenever that is) he rushes in, bare fisted! Full Flurry ATTACK(Punch/Kick)
”Do not let up!”
As his eyes adjust to seeing again, all he can see is blonde hair and a tanned face of a human female… ”Goldmoon! Is the dragon…” He then hears the dragon’s roaring words. ”…nope. Time to get killing the monster.” He then attempts to rise and advance on the hopefully distracted dragon! I’m assuming that’s all I can attempt this round. I’m mostly just trying to maneuver to set up a full attack next round.
He rolled a lot of 6s on that hit. But I agree…avoid her breath if you can.
Taking a calming breath, Drakkor steps into attack the beast’s seemingly impenetrable hide! Full Flurry ATTACK(Punch/Kick)
Watching a small pile of gold hiss at him as acid ate at it, Drakkor sniffs at the acrid stench and shouts!
Drakkor lands with style, sliding slightly on some treasure and frowning with his miss. "It looks like your territory is invaded dragon! What are you going to do about it!"
”Crap!” Moving with supernatural speed, Drakkor charges the dragon, spinning his staff in the air as a distraction as he leaps to kick the dragon in the head!
Stunning Fist / Fort DC15: Benefit: You must declare that you are using this feat before you make your attack roll (thus, a failed attack roll ruins the attempt). Stunning Fist forces a foe damaged by your unarmed attack to make a Fortitude saving throw (DC 10 + 1/2 your character level + your Wis modifier), in addition to dealing damage normally. A defender who fails this saving throw is stunned for 1 round (until just before your next turn). A stunned character drops everything held, can’t take actions, loses any Dexterity bonus to AC, and takes a –2 penalty to AC. You may attempt a stunning attack once per day for every four levels you have attained (but see Special), and no more than once per round. Constructs, oozes, plants, undead, incorporeal creatures, and creatures immune to critical hits cannot be stunned. Special: A monk receives Stunning Fist as a bonus feat at 1st level, even if he does not meet the prerequisites. A monk may attempt a stunning attack a number of times per day equal to his monk level, plus one more time per day for every four levels he has in classes other than monk.
Pointing dramatically with his staff at the dragon, Drakkor’s smile deepens as he steps a little closer. ”Ding! Points for the dark-scaled dragon on the pile of cash! So you spoke to a goddess? Maybe a goddess has spoken to someone else I know…but wait! You still have not given me your name in return! I gave you mine, so it’s only fair I learn yours before I die. I assume every dragon has a name. Or is it something embarrassing? I can see why you might not want to throw a silly name around to strangers who just wander by into your personal territory…” At this point he brings his staff down to tap a small lose piece of the dragon’s treasure, spinning it across the foor.
Looking perplexed, Drakkor hams it up a bit. "Really? Dark Queen. What's her name...Takhisiss? Or something like that? Sound positively interesting! Did she have anything to say about us non-conquering types? Or is that where the slave-thing comes into play? For that matter, why is she talking at all? I thought all the gods went silent when they wiped out half the continent a while back? Including the Dark Gods..."
Pointing at the dragon dramatically, Drakkor smiles again. ”Too late, dear dragon. Our discourse has traveled thus. But a change of subject is the prerogative of any good conversationalist. So yes…let’s change the subject. What do you know of the gods? Have YOU talked to any lately?”
Tilting his head slightly, Drakkor keeps pushing... "Interesting. Willing slaves? I've never heard of that before...and I've read a lot of the history books in Palanthas. They do vaguely resemble some lizard-men that supposedly live in distant swamps. Are they crossbreeds? Part dragon-part lizardmen? What of the goblins running around out there in the plains? Are you hiding from their 'army' down here? Are they hunting you? Is that why you're 'hiding' in these ruins?"
Smiling at his success in baiting the dragon, he continues as calmly he can under the circumstances. ”What about the dragon-men we have encountered? Are they your slaves too?They seem different. Are they with you? Or are just made in your image?”
Stopping just out of tail reach, Drakkor leans on his staff and chuckles again. ”Slavery? Interesting. You realize if you just feed them something decent they would follow you around like little children? Gully dwarves are not known for their loyalty and are well known for being hard to pin down. You look a little big for chasing escaped slaves down ancient sewers.”
Chuckling a little, Drakkor approaches slowly, the only obvious weapon he carries is his driftwood staff as it clicks on the floor. "Interesting. Sounds important? We meant your territory no harm 'oh-great-scaled-one'. Our understanding was these ruins were claimed by no one except rats...and gully-dwarves."
Since the Dragon seems to be ignoring Drakkor, he slows as he approaches. Wary of a spit of acid or spell attack, he moves carefully closer (full defense) but not as if he was intimidated or frightened. Once he is close enough, he speaks. "Greetings. I am Drakkor of Palanthas. Do you have a name? Why did you attack us?"
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