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You're looking down at the man who was thrown by the horse. His leg is definitely broken at the ankle, but other than that, he got off rather lucky. All of you hanging around the scene, when you hear a loud roar from behind you. Turning around, you see a now familiar sight angling downward towards you. He lets out another roar, before letting loose with a blast of his vile spew Hawk a loogie!!. The spit lands just short of the north end of the Camp.

RUN YOU VILE CREATURES!

A hell of a weekend to be out!

After learning of the Dragon's tarry coating, he sheathed Sandstorm and drew his bow. In the moments after the dragon buried the others in a black bubble, he moved 30' forward and yelled up.

Sarenrae does not suffer your kind to live

He then unleashes his best effort.

Battle dance, smite evil, flagbearer, haste

[Dice=Longbow]1d20+10+6+2+1+1
1d8+6+2+1

[Dice=Longbow]1d20+10+6+2+1+1
1d8+6+2+1

[Dice=Longbow]1d20+5+6+2+1+1
1d8+6+2+1

[Dice=Extra damage on first successful attack]6

All attacks missed.

Don't look now, paladin, but the buttons on your pants are open. Whether you look down or not, roll a Reflex save, DC24

Three rounds have passed since the EFS was put up; that means the EFS has 4 rounds left.

As the arrows are shot and the dragon notices, the wizard's readied action of Haste goes off. Everyone is hasted and has 20 points of acid resistance.

The wizard calls out in in anger to the dragon. ** spoiler omitted **

[dice=Scorching Ray - Touch Attack]1d20+9;4d6
[dice=Scorching Ray - Touch Attack]1d20+9;4d6

[dice=Spell Resistance - Cause I think I am gonna need to roll it]1d20+7+2

[dice=Spellcraft]1d20+17 What has the dragon tried to do to our ranger?

Your scorching ray's bounce off harmlessly. Malerix looks over in your direction and says (telepathically still) Stay put Wizard, I don't want you thinking you have a shot in this fight.

Ruul, you are currently protecting Lavinia, as you stated, so all three of you are going to be hit by the breath weapon. Ruul, Lavinia, and Azaruant all need to make a Reflex save, DC24, to partially avoid the breath weapon.

Focusing on Calendir, the dragon states Oh so now you run for cover, I think instead I'll make an example out of you.

I'm using the upperleft corner of his token to determine movement.

The dragon flies forward Move to T20 and stares at the ranger.

I need a Will save from Calendir only.

Calendir carefully stings his bow, taking a bead at the massive creature as he turns away - These monstrosities are to be put down!

Ranged (DA+RS) +1 Seeking Darkwood Composite longbow (Str +3) +14/+14/+9 (1d8+8/x3) - with Favored enemy bonus
Masterwork Arrows Add +1 to hit on all of the above

Attack 1: 1d20+14
Damage if it hits: 1d8+1d6+12

Attack 2: 1d20+14
Damage if it hits: 1d8+1d6+12

Attack 3: 1d20+9
Damage if it hits: 1d8+1d6+12

All three shots go wide, but the dragon does notice them. He turns around and looks at you. Is that a challenge, little one?

I believe that we are all caught up now.

Malerix gives you all one more long look, snorts in derision and begins to turn around. As he turns, you can hear him say something.

Malerix slowly flaps its wings closer to you, the stench of death is sickening. Both Kallistiel and Lavinia are shaken to their cores, and Imbukar has begun looking for a hiding spot. Malerix seems to grin, if such a thing is possible on a dragon, revealing many long sharp teeth. It also sighs and you can hear a gravelly voice, but it is not coming from its mouth. Instead you hear it in your head, as clear as day. Even its voice drips with bile and worse as it speaks.

So, this is the mighty party that Argonax and his followers moan about. You are the ones that are supposed to delay and hamper the mighty Argonax the Vile, He Who Lives Eternally, the Harbinger? He is worried about you? He is obviously insane to believe this, but religious fanatics always are. Crow, pick you beak up off the ground, that's a good little familiar.

The creature looks at all of you, sizing you up, although not likely for a feast. Finally, he intones I look at you and I do not fear. Even with your summoned creature, you have little chance to destroy me. Ye,s you could swarm me, assuming you are powerful enough to even leave the ground. But I would still likely win. And even if you 'killed' me, you'll never find my phylactery. I'll just return whole and be ready to defend again. He pauses, and then Malerix says something that would chill most who heard it. You are not worth my spit, let alone my claw. I believe I'll let you live. Perhaps, if you become more 'seasoned,' perhaps if you should ever make it to Tsar, then I will find you worthy of allowing your worthless guts to dissolve in my stomach. Until then, may the gods bless you on your journey to becoming my dinner.

You arrive at the castle with this post.

Though the crowds running from the castle are light, it takes you several minutes to make your way to the castle. The sight before you is not like any that you have seen before. To your right, the village's defenders are fighting off several gargoyles, using bows and spears to attack and keep the foul creatures at bay. You notice that two of them are different from the others. They hang back from the rest of the brood, watching and observing. They also seem to have some sort of 'shine' about them. It is odd, but it could be the light of the torches making them appear brighter then the others.

The dragon, for that there can be no doubt, is hovering near the portion of the castle that faces to the north. You hear a gravelly voice coming from the dragon, directed at the man atop the castle wall. I have not come for you this day, old liege. There are others that I seek.

It looks for another moment, while Clanliege Clefthorn wails at the top of his lungs to fire. A few arrows bounce off the tarry flesh, but none penetrate. The dragon looks around a bit, then sees you. A look of delight passes the creature's face and he begins for move forward towards you.

Everyone make a Will Save, DC19 before I move on.