*To Leosin over breakfast, concerning the battle the day before*
So there we were, cleaning up this small regiment of cultists and their acolyte leader. I was charging up to inflict some real damage, you know, the kind that I used to do to the runts at Candlekeep, when all of a sudden this firebolt comes screaming out from behind me and roasts 4 cultists. I tell ya, lad, that Rhaekor is one sick fucker. Got the job done, but man did he have an odd way of doing it. The lad -gesturing to Draken- is amazing, too. Shot a lightning bolt that disintegrated 3 of 'em. I tell ya, the boy's gonna be a force of nature one day.
So we were cleaning up the cultists and this piercing screech rings out from above us, and before I can even turn around, this huge white dragon is upon us. Aims its breath at the guards, Gerard and myself before we can evade the attack. Well, Gerard and I were fine, but everyone else who was hit was frozen solid. You should have seen it, Leosin. Our orc paladin friend has never been colder in his life, I guarantee it. After the gale subsided, a couple of surviving cultists tried attacking me. And believe me when I tell you it was the cutest damn thing I’ve ever seen. You’d think that pillaging cultists would at least know how to hit an unmoving target, right? Wrong. They couldn’t have hit the broad side of the barn I grew up in, poor saps.
So these cultists both swing for me and miss like the fuckers they are. So I returned the favor by showing them how a real man attacks; I punched one to death with a single strike and threw the other one at the dragon, killing him on impact. You should’ve seen the look on his face as he flew through the air. It was an odd mix of “wasn’t I just on the ground?” and “did that dwarf just throw me?” Didn’t last long, though, ‘cause as soon as he hit the dragon his eyes rolled back from the impact.
So once all the cultists were gone, we turned our attention to the beastie. After hurling the small fry at it, I charged up to distract him from my companions and got ready for a fistfight. You know how I’ve always wanted to punch a dragon. It knocked the monk out pretty quickly, so I knew that I was in for a good bout.
There we were. Me and the dragon. We locked eyes and readied ourselves for our imminent combat. The beast bit at me and swung his claws. I dodged the bite, but got clipped by the first swipe. But that’s where the dragon’s luck ran out.
I’ve fought a lot in my lifetime, and there’s a certain way that an intelligent creature fights. It’s got a pattern. And if it’s got a pattern, it could be read. And that’s exactly what I did on the beast’s second swipe. The beast batted at me with it’s enormous paw, but I deflected it. Yes, you heard me right; I deflected that dragon’s claw attack. And while it was off guard, I popped it in the nose. I only tapped it, but I certainly asserted my dominance over the winged lizard and he knew it. I could see fear in its eyes and I smelled blood in the water.
I followed up my counterattack with a couple of jabs to throw it off balance. To shake up the monster. I pressed my attack, and when it least expected it, I leapt for the neck and clinched that fat lizard.
Now, a quick word about what everyone else has been doing: Rhaekor got the monk back on his feet and the monk was getting ready to pounce. But the lad -gesturing to Draken once more- had some big plans. He conjured this insane cloud that shot lightning out and blew these storm-force winds to hurt the beast while I had its attention. So what did I do once I grappled the dragon? I dragged him straight into the typhoon. I was not letting this beast run with its tail between its legs.
The dragon struggled against me for a bit longer. I held the beast down for a good few seconds before it mustered the strength to pull me off, but it freed itself too late. The moment before it could pick up speed and fly off, Draken threw this enormous bolt of electricity at the beast. It was as if the sky itself was offended by this monster flying, so nature took it upon itself to strike it back down to the earth.
That’s the whole fight, Leosin. Start to finish. And I’ve got to say, it was a great fight to end our battles in the Greenfields. We came, we saw, and we killed a bunch of cultists and their dragon leader. And now, we’re onto better things. I can only hope that they test our mettle in ways that our fights in the south didn’t.
So there we were, cleaning up this small regiment of cultists and their acolyte leader. I was charging up to inflict some real damage, you know, the kind that I used to do to the runts at Candlekeep, when all of a sudden this firebolt comes screaming out from behind me and roasts 4 cultists. I tell ya, lad, that Rhaekor is one sick fucker. Got the job done, but man did he have an odd way of doing it. The lad -gesturing to Draken- is amazing, too. Shot a lightning bolt that disintegrated 3 of 'em. I tell ya, the boy's gonna be a force of nature one day.
So we were cleaning up the cultists and this piercing screech rings out from above us, and before I can even turn around, this huge white dragon is upon us. Aims its breath at the guards, Gerard and myself before we can evade the attack. Well, Gerard and I were fine, but everyone else who was hit was frozen solid. You should have seen it, Leosin. Our orc paladin friend has never been colder in his life, I guarantee it. After the gale subsided, a couple of surviving cultists tried attacking me. And believe me when I tell you it was the cutest damn thing I’ve ever seen. You’d think that pillaging cultists would at least know how to hit an unmoving target, right? Wrong. They couldn’t have hit the broad side of the barn I grew up in, poor saps.
So these cultists both swing for me and miss like the fuckers they are. So I returned the favor by showing them how a real man attacks; I punched one to death with a single strike and threw the other one at the dragon, killing him on impact. You should’ve seen the look on his face as he flew through the air. It was an odd mix of “wasn’t I just on the ground?” and “did that dwarf just throw me?” Didn’t last long, though, ‘cause as soon as he hit the dragon his eyes rolled back from the impact.
So once all the cultists were gone, we turned our attention to the beastie. After hurling the small fry at it, I charged up to distract him from my companions and got ready for a fistfight. You know how I’ve always wanted to punch a dragon. It knocked the monk out pretty quickly, so I knew that I was in for a good bout.
There we were. Me and the dragon. We locked eyes and readied ourselves for our imminent combat. The beast bit at me and swung his claws. I dodged the bite, but got clipped by the first swipe. But that’s where the dragon’s luck ran out.
I’ve fought a lot in my lifetime, and there’s a certain way that an intelligent creature fights. It’s got a pattern. And if it’s got a pattern, it could be read. And that’s exactly what I did on the beast’s second swipe. The beast batted at me with it’s enormous paw, but I deflected it. Yes, you heard me right; I deflected that dragon’s claw attack. And while it was off guard, I popped it in the nose. I only tapped it, but I certainly asserted my dominance over the winged lizard and he knew it. I could see fear in its eyes and I smelled blood in the water.
I followed up my counterattack with a couple of jabs to throw it off balance. To shake up the monster. I pressed my attack, and when it least expected it, I leapt for the neck and clinched that fat lizard.
Now, a quick word about what everyone else has been doing: Rhaekor got the monk back on his feet and the monk was getting ready to pounce. But the lad -gesturing to Draken once more- had some big plans. He conjured this insane cloud that shot lightning out and blew these storm-force winds to hurt the beast while I had its attention. So what did I do once I grappled the dragon? I dragged him straight into the typhoon. I was not letting this beast run with its tail between its legs.
The dragon struggled against me for a bit longer. I held the beast down for a good few seconds before it mustered the strength to pull me off, but it freed itself too late. The moment before it could pick up speed and fly off, Draken threw this enormous bolt of electricity at the beast. It was as if the sky itself was offended by this monster flying, so nature took it upon itself to strike it back down to the earth.
That’s the whole fight, Leosin. Start to finish. And I’ve got to say, it was a great fight to end our battles in the Greenfields. We came, we saw, and we killed a bunch of cultists and their dragon leader. And now, we’re onto better things. I can only hope that they test our mettle in ways that our fights in the south didn’t.