I'm okay with a hiatus, tbh.
I'll gladly be here when and if we restart this campaign.
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Taking his cue from Duncan, Karnog cast communal resist energy (fire) on everyone within range, using a charge of his extend rod as he does.
"Hes over yonder, maybe a hundred yards away in a tree. I don't have much that will reach that far. Plus, who knows when that bastard lizard is going to show back up."
Just getting internet back now. Catching up asap. Sorry about thwt.
(no see invisibility)
"I think I need some more protection from magic. Keep looking for that caster." Karnog casts another spell, warding himself against direct magic attacks.
"Creator, grant us your strength and endurance, so we might slay these evildoers in your name!" Karnog casts blessing of fervor, I believe it should get everyone in the area.
Karnog casts another spell on himself, making his body impervious to being grabbed or restrained.
No seeing invisible things here.
"Oh great. That will nullify Nym, Kalim, and my spells. How about you, Duncan?" Karnog almost absent mindedly wards off the dinosaur attacking him, while beginning to cast a spell of his own. Karnogs exposed skin begins to harden and thicken, taking on the familiar tree like texture of his barkskin spell.
"Sorry, Duncan, I don't have that spell prepared. If this goes longer than a day, I can perhaps pray for it." As the dinosaurs attack, Karnog grits his teeth and swings out with his hammer. to hit, for and damage
Karnog lays out two hits, nearly losing his grip on the weapon during his final swing, but retains it at the end of the haft.
Karnog carefully approaches the grisly scene, taking the claws and eyeball down with gentle hands. "Aye, Duncan, and done with the skill of a surgeon. These body parts were practically harvested, not torn asunder. Very curious, indeed." He wraps the pieces in cloth and stores them in his bag of holding.
"I would like to employ them, but I don't know them well enough to trust their work. The leader is obviously skilled in magic and paranoid enough to be a pro, but who's to say the wyrm wont just throw money their way and they switch sides mid battle. I think being big damn heroes is the way to go. "
Karnog uses his own telekinesis to hand over the remaining gold. "Well, we have a means of tracking her down now, so that's good. How do we get there safely and effectively?"
"The size appears correct, at least. Must have been a big dragon that thing came off of."
"In that case, lads, between Duncan and my purses were about 4000 short without tapping into the magical healing components. Anyone got some coin they can part with, if we assume this scale is worth the gold?" Karnog shrugs at the mention if demon-worship, not bothering to correct the hobgoblin, then looks to the party.
"No reason for violent conflict. We are merely trying to see if we have the material to meet your price. Would you be interested in unholy potions? We have quite a few on hand."
"Second and third hand information is rarely as accurate as we'd like, Desmond. If he slew the silver and flew away with both Meathead and her corpse, he may be planning some nefarious spells of his own. Much as I hate to face the red, backed up with a necromancy-d silver, that would be even worse."
"Hmmm...I wonder if these mercenaries might want a job, hunting down some demons and the like? Plenty of spoils from their battles, no?" Karnog muses to the group while Duncan negotiates.
Karnog moves around, continuing to search for fallen silver dragon bits and pieces.
"I would sure like not to have to slay a bunch of kobolds today. It would be spectacular if they parlayed rather than died in a horrible fashion!" he calls out loudly in Common.
"I would imagine the red consumed some or even most of the silver. We must be able to find some portion, though, I cant believe it would be able to eat the whole creature in one sitting." Karnog begins to search the area, looking for fallen scales or other leavings from the battle.
(just Darkvision here)
"Aye, Duncan. That's what I'm counting on. A single scale or bit of flesh from the fallen dragon and I can bring her back. Assuming this isn't another of that damned red's tricks, of course." Karnog grits his teeth and pretends that the goblins are properly directing their worship towards Torag. He knows he is using his gifts and blessings for the greater good, and hopes the dogmatic slipups of crazy fire-obsessed goblins are accepted as the honest mistakes they are.
"That will be good, Mother. If he left even a small portion of the fallen dragon I can potentially restore her to life. We should investigate." Frowning at the apparent worship from the goblins and orcs, Karnog begins a sermon of Torag as he moves around, extolling the virtues of hard work, community, and discipline in the face of adversity. "And remember always; the strongest steels emerge from the fire and blows of the smith. This will harden and toughen you like fine metal, my brothers and sisters. Look to the Great Creator and praise his tenets, care for your neighbors and remain strong."
"What happened to the other dragon? Was it driven off, or slain? If so, bring me to the corpse and I will see if i can restore it to life."
Karnog does what he can to stabilize the critically injured and soothe the pain of the walking wounded.
"That is bad news, indeed, Mother. We are here as soon as we could, but that was not fast enough sadly. We must go quickly to slay this dragon, and rescue Meathead along with that."
Karnog enters the critically injured ward and channels to help heal everyone inside.
"Mother, we came as soon as we heard the town was attacked. How can we be of best use here?"
"Very well, take us to them. If they are injured or fallen I am confident I can repair the damage." Karnog moves forward and sheathes his weapon, expecting the squad to escort them where he needs to go.
"Be well, it is Karnog, Kalim, and the others. Where is Mesthead or Mother?" Karnog calls out in goblin, then repeats himself in orcish.
Karnog grimaces at the devastation and destruction. "I can only hope our defenses held and they were able to move indoors fast enough." He approaches the cave-in and stretches out a hand, praying to Torag and gesturing with the head of his hammer. Stones shape themselves and a reinforced archway and stone door form from the fallen rocks, clearing the path and creating a defensible choicepoint all in one go.
"Ugh. I really really really hate this dragon. Why it chose us to attack, I cannot say, but it has made a truly grave mistake. I will see it dead, and its hide made into fireproof armor for our people. This I swear, upon the anvil of my fathers!" Karnogs eyes glisten with tears as he thinks of the town he helped found be attacked, and he grips the handle of his hammer very tightly.
"The general area seems safest. If we think we can enlist the aid of that silver dragon, I won't say no to allies, but I fear our first impression was not a good one. In either case, we will need an accurate enough map to get us ther, so Walter's shop seems the place to go."
Kalim gets protection from energy (fire). Everyone gets heroes feast (obv). Rest of the buffs I'm gonna hold onto in case of trickery or dispels.
"Okay, lads. This is gonna be one hell of a slobber-knocker fight, so we have to watch out for each other. And try not to let that overgrown flying lizard catch us in a big breath attack, eh?"
"A relic crafted by a Devil Lord, given in contractual exchange for the weapon crafted by a Demon Prince? I am pretty sure we are living in a Saga, and our song-spinner has gone missing. And now I would very much like a stiff drink." Karnog sits down on some rubble as Kalim reveals the extent of the symbol, thinking through the repercussions. "We need to go and slay this dragon. That is a certainty. But I would feel much more confident if we can tailor our magic to defeating it. Although this newfound means of seeing invisibility should prove quite valuable."
"Well, we cant hardly prevent that flying lizard from showing up and torching the town again. My remaining magics are all about healing and self empowering spells. I'd hate to go toe-to-toe with that beast, especially after seeing what it did to Duncan. If we rest up, I can prepare more resistance and anti-invisibilty magic. That way we'll have a real chance against him."
"If you wouldn't mind some underground sleeping, we could excavate a small area and create a stone and iron bunker in which to rest. I have the magic remaining to create a way station like before, with a few of Kalim's disintegrate rays we'd have a secure structure in solid rock that no one but us would know abojt." Karnog looks at the group, so recently battered by the dragon. "I dont know what the beast will do, but I doubt it would attack so brazenly with that silver dragon nearby. Maybe she might have some insight, if we haven't irked her enough to disregard us."
"Not specifically, Nym. The axe is an item of power for the demon lord, and is a potent weapon on it's own. If these devils have contracted to fight the demons on their own realms, and will remove this thing from play, I say fine." Karnog sets his bag down then uses his ring of telekinesis to remove the axe from inside. "I hope this bodes well for us." Floating the evil-tainted axe over, he presents it to the mercenaries.
"...Well, I was hoping a being of the Celestial Realm would take the axe and destroy it, but if the enemy of the demons has it, that is one way to dispose of it. I dont suppose they might have a few thousand gold or a holy hammer to trade for this stupid evil greatsword, eh?" Karnog takes the story in stride, working through the tactics offered and trying to solve the "defend the town" problem as is. "I wish I had more summon spells prepared, but I at least have some self-empowering magic and an animate objects to use. It will be amusing to have the beasts own guard rise up and bludgeon it."
"According to the silver dragon, Duncan was on Hell. In Hell? I dunno, the planes are stupid." Karnog looks at Duncan with an appraising eye, then towards the mercenaries. "Make some new friends while you were away, Duncan?"
"No praise necessary. Please get yourselves to safety, the dragon may still be around. Go, hurry." Seeing the children healed (especially the little one), Karnog smiles a bit and flies higher, looking for other survivors.
Karnog flies over to the family and channels positive energy to heal the wounded. to see if they are who they portray.
Karnog bows his head in sadness. "To Hell? I am even more confused than before. But the injured must be attended to. I apologize for our hostile greeting." Moving over to the attacked area, Karnog looks for collapsed buildings or the like that may contain trapped people.
"I would ask you to see things from our perspective. We've been under direct attack from the Abyss, a massive red dragon just nearly killed two of us, and now our warrior has been sucked into some planar magic thing in the middle of an attack on town. I warned you we were under a lot of threat and asked you to keep your distance." Karnog floats down to the ground and looms disapprovingly at Desmond. "Besides, some of us are, in fact, criminals. Not all, but I'll grant you some. "
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