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Alphonse lays the blade of his scythe under Wormwood's neck, and frighteningly gently pulls it upward, cleanly severing the dragon's head.

"The beast is slain again. Hopefully for the final time." he says, magically opened wounds beginning to heal again.

"Now let us ensure the same of that foul creature, Nero."

A torrent of molten blood gushes from the neck stump...

366 total damage exceeds his maximum of 362 hp! Wormwood falls!

Wormwood collapses in a thunderous heap, felled by Ihrin's fatal stroke with Raitangiou!

*BOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!!*

The gargantuan red wyrm flops about dangerously for a few seconds before falling still forevermore!

Ihrin strikes again and again from her position

[dice=Ice Fang]1d20+17+2+2
[dice=damage]1d6+3+2
[dice=Cold]1d6
[dice=Holy]1d6
[dice=Sneak Attack]6d6

[dice=Ice Fang]1d20+12+2+2
[dice=Damage]1d6+3+2
[dice=Cold]1d6
[dice=Holy]1d6
[dice=Sneak Attack]6d6

[dice=Ice Fang]1d20+7+2+2
[dice=Damage]1d6+3+2
[dice=Cold]1d6
[dice=Holy]1d6
[dice=Sneak Attack]6d6

[dice=Raitangiou]1d20+15+2+2
[dice=Damage]1d8+5+2
[dice=Electricity]1d6
[dice=Sneak Attack]6d6

Remember His AC is 6 points less for me

127 total damage added to what Wormwood's already taken! Youch! Nice work, Ihrin!

As Ihrin drives Ice Tusk deep into the steaming scales twice, and plunges Raitangiou deep with her off hand, Wormwood gives voice to an earsplitting, cavern-shaking roar of agony! NNNOOOOOOOOOOAAAAGGGHH!!!

The gargantuan, serpentine fire wyrm writhes in pain and shouts in Draconic: ZZEVAX'TCH, LUCIFER!! CADRAXIN SSEENX!!

'And once more I shall sew that mouth shut" she says as she then turns and makes the threading gesture to sew the dragons mouth shut

Fort DC 27

Fortitude 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (2) + 22 = 24 fails! Wormwood can't catch a break lol... Good job, Mwikali!

GRRAAA--mmmfff!! Wormwood's maw is stitched shut by Mwikali's needle and thread!

ROUND 3 ACTION

[dice=Attack 1]d20+23+2+2
[dice=Damage 1]2d6+9
[dice=Attack 2]d20+23+2+2
[dice=Damage 2]2d6+9
[dice=Attack 3]d20+18+2+2
[dice=Damage 3]2d6+9
[dice=Attack 4]d20+13+2+2
[dice=Damage 4]2d6+9
If I got two hits with those 32s, then here is the extra damage from Jabbing Style which would go with the 2nd hit:
[dice=Jabbing Damage]2d6

[dice=Extra Ki Attack]d20+23+2+2
[dice=Damage]2d6+9
And if that is my 3rd hit in the round, then here is the extra damage from Jabbing Style which would go with this 3rd hit:
[dice=Jabbing Damage]4d6

The Fox tries to take advantage of Wormwood's blindness and Johann's good positioning with another series of jabs.

The red wyrm seems impervious to Fox's flurry of blows...until his ki attack lands! URRKK!! grunts the wyrm in surprised pain...

14 more damage to Wormy...

Johann takes off and hovers (5 ft step) above the dragon's back, using his considerable flying skills.

[dice=fly]d20+13 [hopefully his being above the dragon can count as flanking for those that need it]

[dice=Bite Attack 1 & damage]d20+22+2; 2d6+12+2d6
[dice=Bite Attack 2 & damage]d20+22-5+2; 2d6+12+2d6
[dice=Bite Attack 2 & damage]d20+22-10+2; 2d6+12+2d6

Johann's fangs scratch harmlessly at the red-hot scales...

CMA 1d20+2and not this time

Wormwood's scaly red brows furrow as he feels a slight tickle in his forehead...

What is that in my head when the fey gestures at me?? What did he put in my HEAD!?

...but he is distracted by more painful wounds inflicted by Johann, Ihrin, and Alphonse...

RRRRGGGHHH!!!

Alphonse lays hands on himself once more, his wounds entirely closing.

8d6+16

"Prepare yourself, Wormwood. Your eternal judgment awaits!" Alphonse roars, and swings Foereaper.

[dice=Foereaper slice 1]1d20+21+7+5+2+2
[dice=Damage]2d4+21+14+2+2d6

[dice=Foereaper slice 2]1d20+21+7+5+2+2-5
[dice=Damage]2d4+21+14+2+2d6

[dice=Foereaper slice 3]1d20+21+7+5+2+2-10
[dice=Damage]2d4+21+14+2+2d6

Keep in mind that being blind makes him Flat-footed (not super relevant with his likely negative Dex mod) and gives a -2 to AC, which stacks with the further -2 Ihrin gave him.

3 hits for 150 total smite damage, plus 75 from Johann and Ihrin puts Wormwood at 225 total damage so far!

The dragon roars in agony as Alphonse slashes three great wounds in its scaly red hide! GGGRRRAAAAAAAAAOOORRRR!!!

Doubling Ihrin's weapon damage on her critical comes to 42, plus 33 from Johann = 75 total damage to Wormwood... Also, I forgot that Mwikali has blinded him, so there's a 50% miss chance even though his dragon senses allow him to accurately pin-point Sir Alphonse. He misses on a roll of 50 or lower on percentile dice.

Bite 1d100 ⇒ 25 misses Alphonse...
Claw #1 1d100 ⇒ 44 misses Alphonse...
Claw #2 1d100 ⇒ 92 strikes Alphonse for 27 slashing damage...
Wing #1 1d100 ⇒ 7 misses Alphonse...
Wing #2 1d100 ⇒ 98 strikes Alphonse for 11 bludgeoning damage...
Tail slap missed... So Alphonse only took 38 total damage instead of 113! Big difference! WTG, Mwikali!

Wormwood roars at Sir Alphonse: YOU DARE TO SHOW YOUR FACE TO ME AGAIN, PALADIN OF THE PITIFUL CRUCIFIED GOD!? YOU TOOK MY HEAD AND MY LIFE, ONCE!! NOW, LET ME RETURN THE FAVOR!!

Furious and emboldened by the intervention of his Lord Lucifer, the gargantuan red engine of destruction unleashes a barrage of bite, claws, wing buffets, and whip-cracking tail slap, all on Sir Alphonse!

Bite 1d20 + 35 ⇒ (14) + 35 = 49 deals 4d6 + 21 ⇒ (6, 1, 5, 2) + 21 = 35 piercing and bludgeoning damage to Sir Alphonse! Claw 1d20 + 35 ⇒ (19) + 35 = 54 deals 2d8 + 14 ⇒ (4, 7) + 14 = 25 slashing damage to the paladin... Claw 1d20 + 35 ⇒ (12) + 35 = 47 deals 2d8 + 14 ⇒ (7, 6) + 14 = 27 slashing damage to the paladin... Wing 1d20 + 33 ⇒ (15) + 33 = 48 deals 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (3, 5) + 7 = 15 bludgeoning damage to Veritas... Wing 1d20 + 33 ⇒ (15) + 33 = 48 deals 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (1, 3) + 7 = 11 bludgeoning damage to Veritas... and tail slap 1d20 + 33 ⇒ (1) + 33 = 34 misses the holy knight, who leaps over the sweeping red tail!

Total of 113 points of damage to Sir Alphonse!

Two Crits

[dice=First crit]1d20+17+2+2

[dice=Second Crit]1d20+12+2+2

also the AC is -2 penalty for everyone, but -6 penalty to me for a round

First critical is confirmed. Shall I just double the damage, or would you like to roll weapon damage again?

Wormwood roars in pain as Ihrin sinks Ice Tusk deep between red-hot scales in its right forelimb! GGGRRRAAAAARRR!!!

Mwikali will begin to sew shut the eyes of the Dragon

Fortitude DC 27
Strength DC 22

Blinds the character until it gets free. When it does it takes 1d4 Bleed and is Dazzled for 14/Rounds, also he takes bleed damage for the lips

Fortitude 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (1) + 22 = 23 fails!

Mwikali's magic needle and thread stitch Wormwood's eyes shut! The dragon thrashes its massive head from side to side in rage and pain, blinded by Mwikali's witchcraft! GGRRRAAAAAGGHHH!!! MY EYEEESSSS!!!

Sitting on top of the newly reformed dragon, Johann bites on its neck, hoping it is less armored there. [/ooc] are we flanking then? I'm not going to add the +2 in [/ooc]

[dice=Bite Attack 1 & damage]d20+24; 2d6+12+2d6

[dice=Bite Attack 2 & damage]d20+24-5; 2d6+12+2d6

[dice=Bite Attack 2 & damage]d20+24-10; 2d6+12+2d6

Johann sinks his fangs deep into Wormwood's serpentine neck! The dragon roars in pain! RRAAAAWWRRR!!! Twice more, Johann snaps at his neck, but wary of the ferocious Dire Bat Johann now, Wormwood thrashes his neck about, evading the Black Forester's second and third bites!

33 damage to Wormy...

Wormwood is revealed, no longer prone or held, his wounds diabolically healed, a smug sneer on his reptilian-lionine visage!

HAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!! IT SEEMS MY GRACIOUS HOST AND MASTER, LUCIFER, HAS FINALLY SEEN FIT TO SHOW THE PROPER COURTESY TO HIS FAVORED GUEST HERE ON YOUR PITIFUL WORLD!!! COME, THEN, MIGHTY ONES!!! SMASH YOURSELVES AGAINST MY INVINCIBLE FURY!!!

Wormwood, paralyzed by Mwikali's magic, crashes back down to the cavern floor! *KABOOOOMMM!!!*

Wormwood takes 6d6 ⇒ (2, 4, 3, 5, 6, 3) = 23 falling damage...

The dragon lies helpless among the Mighty Ones as Johann lands on his chest!

Can I use a Hero Point to counter that?

Yup!

Just as it seems Wormwood will escape Mwikali's spell, she calls upon her own reserves of heroism, and foils the dragon's defenses! He locks up, mighty wings frozen at his sides, a look of dismay on his face as he plunges downward...right onto Johann, who is flying up below him!

Johann, please attempt a DC 27 Reflex save to avoid being fallen on by the gargantuan dragon...

Mwikali will begin to cast Hold Monster.

Will Save DC27 14 rounds

Will 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (2) + 21 = 23 fails, but Wormwood spends 1 hero point to get +4 on the save, and escapes from Mwikali's witchcraft!

With a heroic effort, Wormwood shrugs off Mwikali's spell!

From somewhere close to Warmwood, but no so close he gets burnt.

"YOU FEEL IT NOW WORM, FEAR, TERROR, NOW YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO HUNTED."

Then from another place

"WORMWOOD LONG AGO I WAS TOLD TO TELL YOU AT THE END."

His words seem to echo with a second voice a kinder more caring one.

"WHATSOVER WE SOWETH, THAT SHALL WE ALSO REAP!!!"
Whatsoever we soweth,that shall we also reap"

Lord P screams at the top of his lungs, yet that second kinder voice quiet and still, has more power in it than Lord P could ever place in sound.

Then just as it came, it's gone on the gentle breeze.

The terrified and copiously bleeding wyrm rockets up past Lord Perpireen, the very gravity of the massive dragon blowing the Sprite Lord several feet back as the monster shoots past him! Wormwood shrieks, a terrible sound of agony and fear! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

[dice=Attack of Opportunity]1d20+21 + 2 + 2 + 7 + 5

[dice=Damage]2d4+21+14+2+2d6

Alphonse slashes the wyrm with Foereaper as it lifts off the cavern floor! It howls in pain and outrage! YYYAAAAAOOOOWWWW!!!

272 in the hole!

ROUND 2 attack (before Wormwood lifts off):

[dice=Bite Attack 1 & damage]d20+22+2; 3d6+12+2d6

[dice=Bite Attack 2 & damage]d20+22-5+2; 3d6+12+2d6

[dice=Bite Attack 2 & damage]d20+22-10+2; 3d6+12+2d6

(flanking on those)

[dice=AoO]d20+22+2; 3d6+12+2d6

2 strikes for 56 total damage from the Black Forester! Wormwood is now down 227 points of damage...

AAAARRRRGGGHHH!!!

ROUND 2:

Yellow cat-like eyes bulging in alarm, the red wyrm scratches at the magical stitches sealing his reptilian lips with his sword-like claws... Strength 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (17) + 14 = 31 succeeds... *RRRIIIPPP!!* AAAARRRGGHH!! Red-hot blood sprays from the dragon's torn lips!

He beats his powerful wings and rockets upward, attempting to escape the deadly Mighty Ones...

Proviking AoOs from Johann, Ogon Fox, Ihrin, and Alphonse... Unless the AoOs drop him to below 0 hp, he soars up past Lord Perpireen, to an altitude of 250 feet, reaching the bottom quarter of the upper caldera...

Okay then she'll do her Sew Mouth ability

Mwikali will pull out needle and thread as she then mimics sewing her lips shut as she points at the Dragon.

DC27 Fort to negate, if successful it cant bite or use a breath weapon until it frees it. To free it a DC25 heal check to take time to remove it or a Strength check DC22 and take 1d4 bleeding damage for 14 minutes along with -2 to bite attack and damage.As well as 20% spell failure for verbal components.

Fortitude 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (4) + 22 = 26 fails!

As Mwikali works her witchcraft, a magical needle and thread quickly stitch Wormwood's fangy naw shut! *MMMmmFFfff!!*

Ihrin goes in to strike this time for full effect form behind

[dice=Ice Tusk]1d20+20
[dice=Damage]1d6+5
[dice=Cold]1d6
[dice=Holy]1d6
[dice=Sneak Attack]6d6
If successful Bewildered AC-2(AC-6 for Ihrin) For 1 round

[dice=Ice Tusk]1d20+14
[dice=Damage]1d6+5
[dice=Cold]1d6
[dice=Holy]1d6
[dice=Sneak Attack]6d6
If successful Bewildered AC-2(AC-6 for Ihrin) For 1 round

[dice=Ice Tusk]1d20+9
[dice=Damage]1d6+5
[dice=Cold]1d6
[dice=Holy]1d6
[dice=Sneak Attack]6d6
If successful Bewildered AC-2(AC-6 for Ihrin) For 1 round

[dice=Lighting Katana]1d20+17
[dice=Damage]1d8+7
[dice=Lighting]1d6
[dice=Sneak Attack]6d6
If successful Bewildered AC-2(AC-6 for Ihrin) For 1 round

Ihrin pierces the red scales of the dragon's left flank twice with Ice Tusk, drawing fiery blood from the wounds!

GGRRRAAAAAGGHHH!!!

237 total damage!

My aura is 20 feet, by the by.

Alphonse taps a hand to his chest and begins sealing the wounds left by the scorching flames.

[dice=Lay on Hands]8d6+32

After a moment, only a few minor scorch marks remain, and even those are still visibly sealing under the lingering holy light.

"You cannot keep me down, Wormwood. Pay for your crimes!" he shouts, then swings Foereaper deceisively at the dragon.

[dice=Foereaper Power Attack]1d20+21+2+2+7+5

[dice=Damage]2d4+21+28+2+2d6

[dice=Foereaper Power Attack 2]1d20+21+2+2+7+5-5
[dice=Damage?]2d4+21+14+2+2d6

[dice=Foereaper Power Attack 3]1d20+21+2+2+7+5-10

Sir Alphonse's first smiting blow with Foereaper slashes open the yellow-orange scales of the fire wyrm's underbelly! Wormwood roars in furious agony!

AAAAARRRRRGGHH!!!

The second and third strokes bounce off the harder red scales as the dragon recoils from the paladin's onslaught... *CLANG!!*-*CLINK!!*

171 damage total...

A voice comes down to the Dragon.

"Tell me Wormwood are you starting to feel fear yet? We have brought such delights to for your flesh and soul."

Maniacal Laugh

Bluff

Speaking of fear, unless you are immune to fear effects or within 10 feet of Sir Alphonse, the dragon has a frightful presence out to 300 feet, Will DC 27 or frightened...

Wormwood flares up at Lord Perpireen, his keen dragon senses perceiving even invisible sprites... Sense Motive 1d20 + 33 ⇒ (5) + 33 = 38 fails to detect Lord Perpireen's bluff! Still, the dragon puts on a show of bravado:

IT IS YOU THAT SHOULD BE AFRAID, LORD OF SPRITES!! I WILL MAKE A RIGHT BLOODY GOOD MEAL OF YOUR FRIENDS, AND FINISH WITH YOU FOR DESSERT!!

The Fox is not quick enough, and the terrible flames cover him--but the ward from Flamel's potion holds true the entire gout!
Like Johann, 2 points left in my protection from fire.

The Fox drinks his potion of haste (provoking an attack of opportunity, assuming I'm within Wormwood's natural reach) and then speedily assumes a new position to flank the terrible dragon (probably provoking another AoO for that movement--my AC against that will be 34 instead of 30 because of Mobility).

With haste, my speed is 90 feet, so I should be able to get to whatever spot would be hardest for others to reach to set up flanking. MJ, maybe you can let us know who among us should get flanking bonuses from positioning now?

AoO on Ogon Fox as he quickly quaffs his potion of haste... Bite 1d20 + 35 ⇒ (3) + 35 = 38 deals 4d6 + 21 ⇒ (6, 3, 5, 6) + 21 = 41 damage! Wormwood snaps his monstrous jaws down on Ogon Fox, piercing the kitsune's left shoulder with dagger-like fangs!

Wormwood's evil gaze follows Ogon Fox as he swiftly darts behind the dragon's left haunch, but the nimble kitsune is too fast for the wyrm to land another attack of opportunity...

Fortunately for the party, Wormwood does not have the Combat Reflexes feat, as his Dex is nothing to write home about...

Ihrin strikes

*CLINK!*-*CLONK!*-*CLANGGG!!*

Ihrin's magic blades, potent though they are, fail to pierce Wormwood's steely scales!

Wormwood inhales deeply, a sound like a windstorm blowing through a tunnel... then exhales a blazing inferno upon Johann, Lady Ihrin, and Ogon Fox!

Breath weapon deals 20d10 ⇒ (8, 8, 3, 3, 9, 5, 9, 1, 3, 5, 5, 10, 7, 4, 6, 7, 2, 6, 8, 9) = 118 fire damage to Johann, Ihrin, and Ogon Fox, Reflex DC 30 for half...

As lord P goes up in the air, He sees the ice ball attack, now he takes his chance. You will see now why he landed on the Dragons head

Fast stelth 1d20+39

Now above, Lord P takes one of his fay gold coins from his hoard. Taking aim and flips it at the dragon's forehead. At a spot, he had noted between scales when standing there just a moment ago. There as a flash of light then moving so fast it can't be seen the coin streaks down seeking hit wormwood.

Studed strike -> Telekinetic projectile TH 1d20+18+7+1d6 DMG 1d6+6d6+4+4 counts as magic

As the flash of bright light fades so dose Lord P.

Fast stelth 1d20+39 again to hide once more

Lord Perpireen's telekinetic projectile lodged deep in the tiny gap he'd spotted a second before as he perched on the dragon's head! Wormwood snarls in pain and dismay! GGGRRRRRR!!! BLASTED SPRITE!!

111 points of damage on Wormwood so far already! Nice start.

Mwikali will cast Freezing Sphere on the Dragon.

40-foot burst centered on the dragon

Reflex 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (6) + 15 = 21 fails, and vulnerability to cold means Wormwood takes 76 cold damage!

Mwikali's freezing sphere explodes between Wormwood's wings, blasting the dragon's spine with shards of ice and subfreezing wind!

GGRRAAAAAARRRR!!!!

The blasted fire wyrm has plagued Johann for too long, every since that embarrassing battle from St.Valentine's day. With the dragon so close, Johann is happy to strike fast and repeatedly!

[dice=Bite Attack 1 & damage]d20+23; 3d6+13+2d6

[dice=Bite Attack 2 & damage]d20+23-5; 3d6+13+2d6

[dice=Bite Attack 3 & damage]d20+23-10; 3d6+13+2d6

bite is magic, good, cold iron, silver.
buffs: fire protect 120, fire resist 30, fly, heroism

Cobra Johann's fangs bounce off the red-hot and iron-hard scales of the infernal wyrm the first three times he strikes at Wormwood!

The gargantuan red dragon that lands among the Mighty Ones gives off an unbearable heat, dealing 2d6 ⇒ (3, 5) = 8 points of fire damage to Lord Perpireen as he lands on the wyrm's red-hot head, and to each of the other Mighty Ones, all of which are within 10 feet of the blistering-hot wyrm.

EDIT: Your communal fire resistance soaks this, so no damage from fire protection.

Landing amid the Mighty Ones, the ancient red dragon snarls at the sight of the heroes who robbed him of his Saint Valentine's Day Holocaust...

Oh no! It's those Murderous Vagabonds! Alphonse the paladin has sliced off my head before with that bloody scythe of his! Is it vorpal??

INITIATIVE 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

Oh. BTW he's gargantuan, not huge...

10:15 PM:

Although Lord Perpireen is distracted by the creepy bats chasing bugs around near the caldera of Mount Vesuvius, he and Kiku still spot Wormwood winging his way in their direction! They spot the gargantuan red dragon at a distance of about 1,000 feet, and closing at a speed that should bring him to the top of the volcano in about 12 seconds!

By now, Ogon Fox could have constructed enough obstacles on the walls and ceiling of the lair cave (flying buttresses, low-hanging rafters, etc.) with his organetto of building to force the gargantuan dragon to land and fight on the cavern floor. As Lord Perpireen and Kiku dart back down into the lair and alert the others, they have about 6 rounds to prepare before Wormwood arrives and combat starts...

Tiring of rampage and soaring among alpine peaks, the sated Wormwood turns south and flies for his lair at around 9 o'clock that night. He beats the wind with mighty sail-like wings, and rockets through the starry sky over the Italian peninsula...

Having fully recovered from his skirmish against Grünerraver over the Black Forest (by drinking potions of cure serious wounds and resting for a couple days), Wormwood is in the mood for mayhem and destruction. He has left his lair in the caldera of Mount Vesuvius to fly over Tuscany and burn some Tuscan villages to the ground and feast on roasted Tuscans and their flocks.

Belly filled with charred meat, the Dragon of the Apocalypse soars among the peaks of the Italian Alps, over the passes where Hannibal once led an army that included elephants, stretching and exercising his massive scarlet wings. He roars to clear his throat, a sound like prolonged thunder that echoes in the alpine valleys below, spreading fear wherever the great dragon's shadow passes.

GGGRRROOOAAAAAAARRRRR!!! BEHOLD THE MIGHTY WORMWOOD CONFLAGRATIUS OF MERCURY, DESTROYER OF WORLDS!!! FEAR ME, MORTAL SCUM!!! HAHAHAHAHAAA!!! YOU HAVE DARED TO DEFY ME!! I HAVE TASTED OF DEATH, BUT MY HOST HAS RESURRECTED ME!! NOW, ALL THE WORLD SHALL COWER AND TREMBLE!! ALL THE WORLD SHALL BURN!!!

Draconic: RRRAAAARRRRR!!! THAT'S RIGHT, YE GREEN WEAKLING!! WINGED FROG!! YE THOUGHT YE COULD STOP ME FROM BURNING YOUR STUPID FOREST AS I PLEASE!? FOOLISH DRAKELING!! FLY BACK TO WHATEVER HOLE YE CRAWLED OUT OF!! I AM WORMWOOD, DRAGON OF ARMAGEDDON!! I WAS FORETOLD BY THE PROPHET JOHN, AND I DO AS I PLEASE!! *COUGH!!*-*COUGH!!*

But in spite of his braggadocio, Wormwood is also badly wounded, scarred by Grünerraver's acidic breath, and also scored by bleeding claw wounds and ferocious bites. He has lost the will to continue his deadly rampage, and flies painfully back to his lair at Mount Vesuvius to lick his wounds...

As the Mighty Ones are docking at Rome, far to the north, on the coast of France, Wormwood the Destroyer arrives over the English-held port of Calais, its titanic wings fanning the flames of the wildfires its breath set among the vineyards and pastures about the city, and casting a black shadow over the rooftops and streets.

The monstrous Worm of Armageddon roars a terrifying demand to the folk of Calais in Draconic: MAGGOTS OF GAUL!! YOU HAVE ONE HOUR TO PROVIDE FOR MY SUPPER A WORTHY MAIDEN OF HIGH BIRTH AND TEN TUNNES OF YOUR BEST WINE!! IF I AM NOT PLEASED WITH THE MEAL YOU SERVE ME, I SHALL BURN YOUR LITTLE TOWN TO ASHES!!

Sunday, July 1st, 1437 AD, 11:00 PM:

In his volcanic lair within Mount Vesuvius, The Dragon of Armageddon, Wormwood Conflagratius, nurses old wounds and old grudges. The wounds were mere scars, long since healed, but they still pained his ego, his monstrous pride.

Those little apes in metal scales dared to defy me... ME!... Wormwood Conflagratius, the greatest calamity the Earth has ever known! They fear their Devil, Lucifer, and that skeletal husk of a lich, Nero Antichrist, more than they fear ME, a perfect engine of destruction, the scourge of Christendom! I shall teach them to respect me...

With a mighty beating of titanic wings, Wormwood blasts like a comet from the smoking caldera of Mount Vesuvius and soars into the night sky, bearing westward over the Mediterranean Sea...

I need not await the commands of that old cadaver like some obedient hound! I shall set this world afire as I please! They shall rue the day those so-called Crusaders of the Catacombs dared to stand against ME!

Rocketing westward on crimson wings of doom, Wormwood flies toward the Spanish coast, for Madrid, and Barcelona...

First, I will burn Hispania... Then Gaul... Then the British Isles, Scanzia, The Prairies of the Golden Horde, Wallachia, Romania... The Byzantine Empire will melt into molten gold mixed with Greek blood!!... Then Greece, Africa, and finally Italia... The Eternal City shall be the last to die in my fires!!

July 2nd, 1437, 3:00 AM:

The Dragon of Armageddon, Wormwood Conflagratius, soars like a giant nightmare through the starry sky over the Mediterranean Sea, its mighty wings extended to sail upon the cold sea winds.

The tiny lights of the Spanish port of Malaga draw this evil engine of destruction like a moth to flame...

With a thunderous roar, Wormwood the Destroyer awakens the sleeping Spaniards from their dreams to a living nightmare.

Dragonfire consumes, destroys, incinerates...

Ships catch ablaze in the port, reflecting the hellish blaze on the water...

Sunday, July 1st, 1437 AD, 11:00 PM:

In his volcanic lair within Mount Vesuvius, The Dragon of Armageddon, Wormwood Conflagratius, nurses old wounds and old grudges. The wounds were mere scars, long since healed, but they still pained his ego, his monstrous pride.

Those little apes in metal scales dared to defy me... ME!... Wormwood Conflagratius, the greatest calamity the Earth has ever known! They fear their Devil, Lucifer, and that skeletal husk of a lich, Nero Antichrist, more than they fear ME, a perfect engine of destruction, the scourge of Christendom! I shall teach them to respect me...

With a mighty beating of titanic wings, Wormwood blasts like a comet from the smoking caldera of Mount Vesuvius and soars into the night sky, bearing westward over the Mediterranean Sea...

I need not await the commands of that old cadaver like some obedient hound! I shall set this world afire as I please! They shall rue the day those so-called Crusaders of the Catacombs dared to stand against ME!

Rocketing westward on crimson wings of doom, Wormwood flies toward the Spanish coast, for Madrid, and Barcelona...

First, I will burn Hispania... Then Gaul... Then the British Isles, Scanzia, The Prairies of the Golden Horde, Wallachia, Romania... The Byzantine Empire will melt into molten gold mixed with Greek blood!!... Then Greece, Africa, and finally Italia... The Eternal City shall be the last to die in my fires!!

The illusory dragon fades like a nightmare at the break of dawn...

[dice=New Will Save]1d20+8+4

Lol...

The dragon remains firmly in Fox's vision and mind...

rules wrote:

A failed saving throw indicates that a character fails to notice something is amiss. A character faced with proof that an illusion isn't real needs no saving throw. If any viewer successfully disbelieves an illusion and communicates this fact to others, each such viewer gains a saving throw with a +4 bonus.

[dice=Will save]1d20+8+4

I'm guessing 15 isn't enough. ;)

Ogon Fox's jaw drops when he sees Wormwood enter. "The great dragon has returned!" he screams as he charges at it.

[dice=Unarmed Attack, Charging]1d20+16+2
[dice=Unarmed Damage]1d8+9

Now if I hit the illusion and my fist goes through nothing, I think that probably qualifies as proof (to me, at least) that it isn't real. My AC is now reduced from 17 to 15 for this round, due to the charge.

As Fox strikes, he feels that something isn't quite right about the dragon...

Ogon Fox gets a new Will save to disbelieve at +4 on the roll...

Suddenly, the hauntingly familiar roar of a great red dragon thunders from the entrance to the cavern!

In spite of all common sense, here, suddenly, appears the terrible fire dragon that almost incinerated Rome! Dreaded Wormwood is upon you!

Burning for revenge against the Bishop Vitelleschi and the other papal champions for foiling the attack on Rome, Wormwood nurses both wounds and a smoldering hatred for his new enemies until fully recovered. Then, he begins a campaign of terror to avenge the wounds dealt to body and pride on Saint Valentine's Night...

He finds upon the slopes of Mount Vesuvius a massive basalt boulder, weighing perhaps a ton, and dislodging it, flies with it in his talons to the town of Recanati under cover of night on Thursday, 28th February, two weeks after the foiled holocaust.

Flying with the massive boulder over the Palazzo Vitelleschi, the red wyrm from Mercury lets the lethal missile fall upon the round tower it knows contains Vitelleschi's bedchamber! The sleeping Bishop of Recanati is crushed beneath the boulder and the caved-in roof of the tower! Laughing like deep peals of malevolent thunder, Wormwood sets fire to the rooftops of Recanati, bringing a vengeful surprise holocaust of his own upon the defenseless town!

RRAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAARRR!!!

That'll teach that pious little monkey to poke 'iz nose where it ain't belong...

Ihrin foregoes her sword and does two snowglobe throws at the dragons.

[Dice= Attack]1d20+9+4
[Dice=Attack]1d20+4+4

[Dice=Snowglobe Damage]10d6
[Dice=Snowglobe damage]10d6

Shell then move to give Johann and the other melee combatants flanking.

Okay so forgot the bombs do 10d6 damage, and I am down to 17 hp!!!

87 cold damage due to cold vulnerability!

As the two snowglobe bombes explode on the great red dragon's head and neck, a spray of molten dragon ichor bursts from the wounds made from the icy shrapnel! Wormwood voices an earsplitting scream of pain! GGGNNNAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGHH!!!

Thrashing in midair, convulsing in agony, the dragon begins to fall, plummeting away from the heroes to smash into the rooftop of Saint Peter's Church, caving in the entire roof and ceiling over the nave!

It's massive body, motionless, lies upon the church for only a second before a previously cast contingency causes the unconscious dragon to vanish into thin air with a loud *POP!!*...

Wormwood has been defeated!

Damn! Congratulations, heroes! I thought he'd at least be able to use the major ring of spell storing with heal stored on it that Nero gave him before you knocked him out. Those snow globes, though... Well done! And no PC or NPC casualties, even! I already did calculations in case you won, and this definitely pushes you over the goal for level 10!

Lord P some way above calls down to the dragon.

"Are you ready to depart yet Wormwood, is death your goal ?!"

BAHH!! I'VE ALREADY DIED ONCE, MCGIBEL!! ME BLOODY HEAD WAS LOPPED OFF BY ANOTHER SNOT-NOSED PALADIN LIKE THE BISHOP HERE!! ONLY THAT BLOKE WAS WEILDING BLOODY EXCALIBUR!!... BIT OF AN HONOR, REALLY... ME OL' MATE NERO'LL JUST RAISE ME UP AGAIN, LIKE HE DID THE LAST TIME!! I'M EFFECTIVELY IMMORTAL!! HARHARHARHARHARRR!!

But, truth be told, I'd best use me magic ring soon...

Cardinal Lucius murmurs a brief thanks as he feels god's blessing before drawing Dragonbane arrows and firing at the dragon as Seraphim closes to a mere 30 feet!

Swift for Judgement: Justice. +2 to hit. Using 2 perfect strikes on the highest BAB attacks.

[dice=Flurry]d20+13+4+2+2+2+2+1 [dice=Damage]d8+3+2d6+2d6+4+2+2+2+1
[dice=Flurry, perfect]d20+13+4+2+2+2+2+1 Miss.

[dice=Flurry]d20+13+4+2+2+2+2+1 [dice=Damage]d8+3+2d6+2d6+4+2+2+2+1
[dice=Flurry, perfect]d20+13+4+2+2+2+2+1 Hit.

[dice=Flurry]d20+8+4+2+2+2+2+1 [dice=Damage]d8+3+2d6+2d6+4+2+2+2+1 Miss.

One hit for 31 damage.

The arrow that finds its mark elicits a wince and a groan from the great dragon!

76/362 hp!