High Wyrmlord Azarr Kul's page

The Wyrmlord clings to life and with his near final breaths, utters a quiet prayer in Draconic as he attempts to do Tiamat's will right to the end.

The High Wyrmlord Azarr Kul lies on the ground motionless protected behind his antilife shield.

Round 6

The high Wyrmlord Azarr Kul lies prone on the ground disgusted. In draconic he calls out,"Do not let me fail now, Oh mighty Tiamat! If it is your will, strike down these foes that I may ever serve you!"

Casting Defensively from the prone position, Azarr Kul casts his next spell.

Concentration Check vs. DC25: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (7) + 20 = 27

Suddenly a 10 foot radius vertical column of divine fire strikes down centered at J/K-23/24.

Conical Flame: 14d6 ⇒ (5, 6, 5, 6, 2, 4, 2, 3, 4, 3, 1, 4, 1, 2) = 48 Ulwai, Red and Tomkin Reflex Save DC 21 for half.

Round 5

Letting his minions die defending himself, The High Wyrmlord Azarr Kul continues to cast spells. Concentrating on his spell defensively to avoid any threats from Tomkin, the Wyrmlord casts yet another spell.

"Luchia, do not bother with Ulwai Stormcaller. I will kill the betrayer myself! Take down that dwarf with the bow. He needs to know that he has made the mistake of his life!"

Round 4

Azarr Kul immediately casts another spell. Suddenly you all feel your own health drain from you.

Damage: 3d8 + 14 ⇒ (8, 4, 4) + 14 = 30 Will Save DC 23 for half.

Will Save: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (14) + 18 = 32

The glitterdust does not blind the high wyrmlord.

Round 3

Although unseen, you hear the High Wyrmord, Azarr Kul, casting his next spell.

Round 2

The High Wyrmlord remains invisible to you as he begins casting another spell.

"Ulwai Stormcaller, Tiamat will show you no mercy!"

Turning to the Abashai, he commands, "Destroy Stormcaller. She has been taken by the enemy!"

Round 1

The High Wyrmlord defensively casts a spell.

Concentration: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (6) + 20 = 26

The Wyrmlord immediately disappears.

Azarr Kul stands in all his glory in the center of the room atop the central pedestal. The half dragon hobgoblin is nearly seven feet tall, his body covered with brilliant blue scales and a magnificent horn jutting from his brow. He sports a beardlike growth of scales on his chin, and his eyes and teeth shimmer and dance with electricity. He turns in anger as you all appear in his inner sanctum of the Fane of Tiamat!

"How dare you interrupt my work! You will all die for this outrage! Servants of Tiamat, take down these intruders. Now!!"