Against the Dragon?


As Saeth caught up with the rest of the party, they’d already reversed course. Surely they hadn’t found something still more horrible back the way they’d come? She opened her mouth to speak, but the Dwarf stormed past her, a look of determination on his face that brooked no interruption. Closely on his heels came the others in varying states of haste. Reluctantly, Saeth regripped her blade, softly murmured her mystic words of protection, and reversed her steps, walking backwards after the others, her eyes open for whatever they now fled.

Miklos, ever hindmost concentrated on the fact that he was facing illusion. There was no room for fear as this fueled the belief as he peered into the room. He looked for programmed actions, then he remembered something from his artificiers and the art of deception lecture.

“It takes a deal of concentration to maintain and illusion or it will act unnaturally or disperse. It is my understanding that the caster must be able to see the conjuration for it to move. Bewarned, if my theory is correct we face a magic-user in the room beyond! Just as deadly!” He drew forth the precious wand with its lowly charge that might tip the balance of survival in their favour.

The priest, trusting Miklos’s intuition, launched himself into the room next to Feldard, who was only a few steps in, behind Hasan.

Once more, the great red dragon came forth from the darkness. Hasan’s, his scimitar raised high, raced forth toward the dragon. “For Elrond and the Elyan!”

The dragonfear again started to descend upon the dwarf. His breath caught in his chest as he caught sight of the dragon. His instinct screamed to flee. He shut his eyes a moment fighting back the urge to follow instinct. Miklos claimed it to be an illusion. Miklos was wise in the ways of magic, so surely he knew of what he spoke. With eyes closed, he could hear the reactions of the others, the mix of shock and disbelief. He heard the creak and clang of Maruc running past him further into the room. This was it! If Miklos were wrong, the most he could hope for was that Saeth somehow survived and told the tale of his bravery and that it might one day reach the ears of his family. He opened his eyes and forced himself to follow after the cleric, with Nicolai following at his side, bow at the ready.

Crying to Halav to protect him from blasts of Mage-fire, Maruc raced across the room ignoring the dragon-image in search of the hapless conjuror controlling the illusion. He saw no trace of any mage or hint that the terrifying thing before them was anything but real. Could it be that Miklos was wrong?

As before, the dragon drew in a deep breath and released a torrent of fire directly at them all. Flames engulfed them. They all perished.

Or so it seemed to some of them.

Feldard looked around in astonishment. The dragon was gone, and all his friends lay unconscious about the room (which, by the way, appeared much smaller now, about 20×20 square feet). Saeth had remained out in the hallway, guarding the rear, and was no doubt wondering what was going on in the room with the dragon. All she could hear were some battle cries and the clanging about of weaponry, but nothing that sounded like a dragon.

There was a rather ornate woodcut door just to the south of the door which the group had entered.



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10 responses to “Against the Dragon?

  1. Feldard (Dwf 3)

    Feldard looked about in bafflement. The dragon must have been illusion. But why then were his companions unconcious? Perhaps the mage that conjured the thing had up them to sleep? He checked the nearest of his companions to be sure they were only unconcious and then called out to Saeth. “Twas only illusion as Miklos claimed. Come help me wake them, before its controlling mage returns.” He tried to wake Maruc first.. keeping an eye on the wooden door lest the enemy mage try to sneak up on him.

  2. Miklos (Mu 3)

    As he was roused, Miklos swallowed his immediate desire to scream as he looked up into the welcome face of the elfmaid Saeth.

    “It is as I suspected.” he said after a few moments recuperation. “Thats a relief. There you are Maruc, witness the power of logical reduction, no wishy washy intuitive guesswork. Did anyone see the illusionist?”

    Miklos picked himself up and walked over to the door. “It might have been a programmed illusion of course,” he said conversationally. “But these are achieved by only the most powerful magicians. I doubt we are facing such as if the Sisters had such power they would have merely teleported to us and disintegrated us. No, it is possible that these illusions are Teriaks own remenance of defence. For in order to cast a convincing illusion one must have seen the object or creature to be replicated. To survive an encounter with a dragon would need someone of Teriaks power and reputation.”

  3. Maruc (Clr 4)

    Maruc opened his eyes and rubbed his face with his calloused palms. He welcomed the dwarves proffered are and hoisted himself to his feet. “Thank you again Feldard, you are a most welcome sight. For the briefest of moments I thought Halav had deserted us as the fire engulfed us. But he sent you to aid us in our hour of need for twice we have been in your hands and you have delivered us.” his eyes swivelled to the Mage and he whispered to the dwarf with a grin, “Its a shame we couldn’t have left him unconsicous for a while.”

    He took up is customary position to the left of the wooden door then he turned on the pompous mage and said, “One cannot apply logic to living creatures, and they, my studious friend, are my preserve. Empathy is vital to my craft, as lore is vital to your’s. And both are equal under the eyes of the Lord.”

    Maruc waited for everone to gather at the door after their searches, “Nicolai, what do you make of it?”

  4. Saeth Tegau

    “Say what? Merely an illusion?” Saeth’s heart twisted, an odd mix of relief and disappointment flowing through her veins. “And the artist, I mean the caster, is still about?” Almost afraid to look, she spun, scanning the room, as she walked to Feldard’s side and knelt to shake Miklos awake.

  5. Feldard (Dwf 3)

    The dwarf guffawed at the clerics whispered comment. Then he continued on to wake Hasan with a shake. “This is not the time nor place for resting, elf.” There was a touch of humour to the dwarfs tone.

    Finally when all were awake and gathered, he listened at the door while Nicolai did his thing.

  6. When Nicolai examines the door, he will see a faint red light shining in through the cracks from whatever lay beyond. He will detect no traps or locks.

  7. Feldard (Dwf 3)

    At Nicolai’s report and his own lack of hearing anything of concern, he gave the go ahead nod to the others and led the party through with, as always, his battle axe at the ready.

  8. Nicolai (T4)

    Nicolai examines the door and reports back seeing a red light beyond.

    He steps back behind Feldard with bow and arrow at the ready.

  9. hasan

    Hasan awoke slowly and with difficulty. “Father. Elrond. – have strayed far from the Quiet Way, and too soon I join you … ” Hearing gentle laughter, but of a gruffer sort than he expected, Hasan squinted up again. “Feldard? So then…it was illusory? Well, that was never in doubt. What next then. I am ready for more. Surely.”

  10. Saeth: 10xp
    Maruc: 10xp+5xp
    Miklos: 10xp+10xp
    Nicolai: 10xp
    Feldard: 10xp+10xp+10xp
    Hasan: 10xp

    Saeth: 8645/16000
    Maruc: 9025/12000
    Miklos: 9095/10000
    Nicolai: 8245/9600
    Feldard: 9090/17000
    Hasan: 8435/16000

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