Session 50: A Narrow Victory Report

General Summary

An Armored boot would kick Indalell from the pad as the massive animated armor from before would stride thru, absent its sword. A second would soon join its comrade as the scales made ready as the battle was not over. Ayrien would take cover her arrows piercing the armor and pinning it to a pillar as it bore down on Ismaril and Indalell. Adalon would remount his Drake and attempt to draw the others attention as Longwei would close upon it. A'lar creating distance would continue to inspire his comrades and use what little magic he had left to mend their wounds. A gauntleted hammer fist would slam down upon Indalell driving him into the floor and knocking him unconscious. Longweis fists would dent the armor of the norther foe only to be slammed down in kind, joining Indalell in unwelcomed slumber. Ismarils blade would carry her psinoic power as raw force rending the armored suit while dodging its heavy blows. A'lar would rush in to rescue Indalell, avoiding a gauntleted fist as he shoved smelling salts under the elfs nose. Crawling away Indalell would move to suck down several healing potions to regain his strength as Ayrien and Ismaril pummeled the suit of armor toppling it. Adalon and his drake would exchange blows slowly backing away forcing the automated suit to fight their defensive withdraw. As A'lars magics next woke Longwei, he would quickly activate his belt of regeneration, drawing the suits attention its heavy boot would stomp down, the sound of bones snapping echoing in the room, but the belts magic would simply knit Longwei back together. Indalell back in the fight would take to his feet and move in on the last suit. The Scales bleeding and battered would hammer the last magical automaton until the suit once again fell to pieces and scattered across the floor.  

With a gasp of collective relief the scales would slump to the floor, taking some time to catch their breath and patch their various wounds. A distant and somewhat muffled voice would call out, "Oh well done! I wasn't sure you were going to make it!" The Scales would look up startled, scanning the room finding no figure or person that was speaking to them. "Oh um...yes sorry, I'm over here!" A'lar would be the first to stand and try to follow the sound of the voice. "Yes...warmer....warmer...no colder....yes warmer! Just under here!" the excited voice would call forth, pushing some coins and treasure aside, A'lar would pull up a glowing gold crystal that was just barely poking out from the treasure, "Oh I can see much better now thank you!" the voice would exclaim, A'lar felt warmth radiating from the crystal. "I believe this is the Allotrope of Resplendence," A'lar would call to the others, "Do you have a name?" he would ask next to the crystal which contained a dragons essence. "Ah...hmmm...its been so long....Argerranth? It is a name important to me at least if not mine," the crystal would offer thoughtfully. "How long have you been like this Argerranth?" A'lar would ask walking back towards the others. "I ugh, really dont know, Dragons never really noticed the passing of time before, and since becoming like this, I cant say it has gotten better...A very long time I imagine." Their conversation would reveal that Argerranth was entrapped in the Allotrope sometime during the Age of Wonder, perhaps 8 or 9 millennia ago. Adalon would ask, "Has anyone tried to free you? Break the gem?". Argerranth would balk, "I dont know what freeing me would do, my body is long since gone, I would just cease to be...as for breaking the gem..." her voice growing a bit distant, "I remember someone...an elf, they are frantically attempting to smash the crystal with their war hammer..but the weapon shatters instead, and then they are cut down..." her voice growing low and filled with a deep sadness, "I cant remember who they were, but I think I miss them." The Scales let that heavy thought linger a moment before A'lar would clear his throat, "Do you know where the Grimoire is?" Argerraneth's mind brought back to the present, "Oh yes, its over there." The Scales would linger in silence for a moment..."Ugh over where?" Ismaril would ask. "Over th...OH right I dont have hands, um turn me to the right, more....more...yes, over there that way, the dead fellow would read it, I think he was trying to raise the dead hatchlings." The Scales would find the Grimoire as well as the now bones of the Saellryths children. The book had a chill and an almost slimy feel to its cover, tucking it away, he would ask next, "How about a helmet trapping another dragon like you?" "I haven't seen that in ages, since the place collapsed, the automatons fixed everything but didn't really sort the treasure, you will just have to dig it up. As the Scales began to shovel the most valuable of gems and gold into their bags of holding, the helm as eventually uncovered, and with that, they made their exit from the ancient lair.  

Staying the night in a magical mansion conjured by A'lar the scales would rest and convers with Argerranth, who was most pleased to have conversation, learning of the last many thousands of years and the many changes in the world. "We really seemed to have messed alot of things up...Dragons that is," Argerranth would offer. To that A'lar would plant the seed among the other scales, "Perhaps the Anti Dragonists are not wrong...while their methods are poor, perhaps the world would be better off if the Dragons did not wake. Perhaps we could try each dragon, finding those dedicated to their mission and those lost and ensure only the best wake?" This was not met with much support, Adalon firmly aggainst and Ismaril voicing that trials against sleeping dragons could have no hope for justice. Leaving it at that, A'lar would spend most of the night pondering this in between discussions with Argerranth. The Scales would be met by King Elwald on their return to Glasera the capitol of Moonfrost. Welcomed as heroes, A'lar would offer the helm but hide the fact that the Grimoire and Allotrope were found. Despite the King and Princess specific inquiry the scales would hide the books existance, instead giving the king what other books they did take to be studied and copied. "Why were you looking for the Grimoire?" A'lar would ask. The Princess would sigh, "Father believed that perhaps something in the making of a Dracolich could be used to help wake the dragons, it was a long shot but, if it had been found, something worth looking into we thought." A'lar would be intrigued but offer little else, instead regaling the court with their heroic efforts in story and illusionary display, highlighting Indalells particular heroics and near death escape as the Princess had seemed to take a liking to him. The Scales would return home and rest for a few days before a conference would be assembled to discuss a greater defensive alliance between like minded clans in the region.