Galtor pt2
General Summary
The battle with Galtor—now revealed in his full, radiant horror as an adult Gold Dragon—raged in the broken gardens of the Agratian palace. Flames licked across scorched stone, and the very air shimmered with heat. But the fight was not one of armies—it was personal. The adventurers stood alone against the ancient beast, determined to bring down a tyrant cloaked in gold.
Dr. Hibbledon, the dwarven professor of necromancy and an unlikely barbarian, stood defiant even as Galtor turned his fury upon him. The dragon believed he'd struck a killing blow more than once—but rage is a powerful anchor. Hibbledon rose again and again, his survival fueled by sheer fury .
When Galtor unleashed his breath, it was a tide of flame that should have consumed all in its path. Hibbledon, Bishop, and Servius stood in its way. Yet none fell. Bishop, a quick-thinking sorcerer, used Absorb Elements to blunt the worst of the damage. Servius endured through evasion and Dr. Hibbledon used the protective magic of his Gift of the Chromatic Dragon.
Through it all, Chewed—the party’s druid—was a force of steady, miraculous power. His healing magic poured out in waves, stitching flesh and restoring breath as fast as Galtor could tear it away.
The killing blow came at last. Servius, hidden in the chaos, emerged with precision and speed. As Galtor reared back for another strike, Servius lunged forward and drove his blade up through the soft palate and into the dragon’s brain.
Galtor collapsed.
The adventurers wasted no time. They harvested what they could from the body—scales, bones, blood—and teleported the corpse to the School of Necromancy, where the headmaster met them in secret.
There, in quiet discussion, a grim truth was revealed: Autrix, the last of the metallic ancient dragons, still lives. She must be stopped.
But before striking again, they seized one final opportunity.
The group returned to Agratia City's prison, using teleportation magic and stealth. Chewed summoned a giant octopus, which slid through the halls with impossible grace. The team found the cache of dragon eggs—precious, dangerous, and unattended. They took them all.
Now, the eggs lie hidden among the offices of the School of Necromancy, veiled in wards and secrecy.
The war with the dragons is far from over.
But tonight, the party has won.
Dr. Hibbledon, the dwarven professor of necromancy and an unlikely barbarian, stood defiant even as Galtor turned his fury upon him. The dragon believed he'd struck a killing blow more than once—but rage is a powerful anchor. Hibbledon rose again and again, his survival fueled by sheer fury .
When Galtor unleashed his breath, it was a tide of flame that should have consumed all in its path. Hibbledon, Bishop, and Servius stood in its way. Yet none fell. Bishop, a quick-thinking sorcerer, used Absorb Elements to blunt the worst of the damage. Servius endured through evasion and Dr. Hibbledon used the protective magic of his Gift of the Chromatic Dragon.
Through it all, Chewed—the party’s druid—was a force of steady, miraculous power. His healing magic poured out in waves, stitching flesh and restoring breath as fast as Galtor could tear it away.
The killing blow came at last. Servius, hidden in the chaos, emerged with precision and speed. As Galtor reared back for another strike, Servius lunged forward and drove his blade up through the soft palate and into the dragon’s brain.
Galtor collapsed.
The adventurers wasted no time. They harvested what they could from the body—scales, bones, blood—and teleported the corpse to the School of Necromancy, where the headmaster met them in secret.
There, in quiet discussion, a grim truth was revealed: Autrix, the last of the metallic ancient dragons, still lives. She must be stopped.
But before striking again, they seized one final opportunity.
The group returned to Agratia City's prison, using teleportation magic and stealth. Chewed summoned a giant octopus, which slid through the halls with impossible grace. The team found the cache of dragon eggs—precious, dangerous, and unattended. They took them all.
Now, the eggs lie hidden among the offices of the School of Necromancy, veiled in wards and secrecy.
The war with the dragons is far from over.
But tonight, the party has won.
Report Date
05 May 2025
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