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The ruins of Unther lay far from the splendor of the grand capital of Tymanther, Djerad Thymar. It is said that many relics of a bygone age lay hidden in these ruins, and the nearby village of Ruinspoke serves as a waypoint for adventurers and other thrill-seekers seeking to reclaim these artifacts of antiquity.

It is just outside these ruins that a heavily-armored dragonborn with reddish scales approaches the ruins on horseback. Strapped to his back is a heavy, black greatsword, and around his neck is an oddity--the holy symbol of Bahamut. The figure rides towards Ruinspoke, approaching a simple stone bridge that spans a rather inconveniently-placed gorge. It is somewhat foggy out, and that is why he does not come to a stop until he is roughly fifteen feet out from the bridge--it is at this point that he can finally make out the large figure blocking his path.

"Hail... who goes there?" the dragonborn demands, somewhat nervously.

The figure--roughly the size of a goliath, and wearing a strange, puffy red tunic of some sort, and equally large and puffy grey breeches with red spots on them--remains silent. The dragonborn looks at the figure warily, and thinks he can make out horn-like shapes atop the figure's head. This puts him immediately on guard, and he draws his greatsword and dismounts. "I said, who goes there?!"

The figure finally responds, "Leave your weapon and go. If you do so, I shall spare your life." The humanoid figure seems to have his back facing the dragonborn, and does not even turn as he addresses him.

This demand, combined with the apparent lack of respect shown by the aggressor not even bothering to turn to face him, has successfully provoked a hostile response from the dragonborn. "What foolishness is this? If you want my weapon, you'll need to pry it from my lifeless corpse!" The dragonborn adopts a fighting stance, and edges closer to his adversary.

With one quick movement, the larger figure is now holding a weapon of his own--a greatspear, by the look of it. "Very well." He turns and moves to close with the paladin, who is suddenly overcome with shock. The bandit's face is painted white with a red design of some sort, and is clearly the face of a goliath or other giant with a humanoid heritage, but that is not what the dragonborn fixes his gaze on.

"Th-that spear, how did you--" is all he manages to stammer before he is struck down by one quick movement by the armed bandit. The horse whinnies when its master collapses, and rears backwards before turning and galloping in the opposite direction.

The red-garbed figure stands over the fallen dragonborn, who seems to still be breathing, though just barely. He wrests the black greatsword from the grip of his opponent, and examines it closely, his face twisting into a scowl. "This is not the blade I seek... I should have known, given the utter lack of challenge in claiming it." He casts the weapon aside, and stands over the wounded warrior, looking towards the setting sun. "But it matters not how many warriors I must fell. I will claim that legendary sword--Nightfall."

Turning back towards Ruinspoke, he comments, "I figured he might show up here, since he is an adventurer... but perhaps I should instead look at a more high-profile city. One of his reputation would not waste time in holes such as this. To Djerad Thymar, then." And then he begins to walk in the direction of the capital, leaving the defeated paladin barely clinging to consciousness.
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The city of Djerad Thymar stands as a testament to the unique and famed architectural style of the dragonborn of Tymanther. An enormous, four-sided sloped structure that levels off to a flat top is supported by hundreds of pillars, each fifty feet in diameter. The lowest level is a foundation of granite that rises roughly two hundred feet off the ground, and from a distance, the city resembles an enormous pyramid with a flat top. The lowest levels are called the catacombs, and the topmost level is the protected city-bastion, where the majority of the population lives. Between the two lay the market floor, and it is on this level where Torinn Tormine meets Fiona, the halfling detective he hired some time ago to investigate the theft of a particular gold wristband.

Though the population of Djerad Thymar and indeed Tymanther in general remains overwhelmingly dragonborn, various other humanoid races have made their homes here over the years, as the dragonborn are not inherently hostile to any race other than dragons. Indeed, they welcome outsiders to their city in most circumstances, and Fiona has had no trouble setting up a modest office on the market floor, with a desk and several crates filled with various knick-knacks, documents, and investigation tools.

She regards Torinn, speaking between puffs of pipeweed smoked through a cob pipe, "So. Your missing wristband." She leans forward, still sitting behind her desk, with Torinn seated in one of two simple wooden chairs set in front of the desk. Rutger remains outside the office doors, keeping watch for any intrusion. "Yer description helped a ton, but there ain't a lot else to go on, unfortunately. But. I do have somethin', and frankly, it's somethin' I may need yer help with."

Fiona lowers her voice, speaking in a near-whisper as she leans as close as she can across the inappropriately-sized desk, "Ya ever hear of the Cult of the Dragon?"
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Torinn is, for his part, nervous. He has survived up until this point, yes, and even managed to hire someone who could help him in his search. But when Fiona says that she's running into trouble, a lump settles into his stomach. This is the part where neither strength of arms nor force of personality would help him at all. So if his hired help is having trouble...

"I have heard of them, yes," Torinn admits slowly.
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"Good. Well," she takes a deep breath, then a long drag from her pipe, and leans back a bit before releasing the smoke. In Fiona's gravelly, quiet voice, she continues to explain, "It seems as of late there have been some arrests made. Here, in Djerad Thymar, by the Lance Defenders."

Wrinkling her nose, she walks over to a window oriented out of the city itself, and opens it, letting the morning sun seep in and the smoke escape the office. She returns to her chair and continues her explanation, "The culprits were wearing black masks and capes. The masks were dragon-like, and though nobody is sayin' so, I think they were members of the Cult of the Dragon."

At this point, a yellow canary lands on the windowsill and chirps a few times, providing intermittent background noise to the halfling's exposition, "So I did some diggin'. Turns out, these arrests started around the same time your wristband was stolen--the first one, only a week before. Coincidence, sure, maybe. But here's the thing." She tips the remains of the pipeweed out of her pipe, and begins to stuff a new batch in at this point. "They're escapin'. Not all of them, but enuff to look suspicious. The Lance Defenders're very efficient, as I'm sure ya know. And these guys, Cult of the Dragon? Wearing dragon masks? Lance Defenders would hate them. What do you think?"
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>>77299
Torinn nods, mindful of how out of place it is to wear a dragon mask in the city. He racks his brain for a while before speaking again. "A few possibilities come to mind," he replies, holding up his fingers to count along. "One, they're good enough at escaping that they can frequently pull this off. Two, someone is letting them out after they have been captured. Three, the Lance Defenders, for whatever reason, are allowing them to escape, and arrest them again. And four, some combination of the last three."
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"First one could work, but seems unlikely. It also leads to two problems--first, it assumes the cult is capable enough to arrange escapes, yet stupid enough to get caught somewhere that would despise them openly," Fiona replies, leaning back in her chair and taking a few thoughtful puffs on her pipe as she does so. "Second one was my thought. Maybe they got someone on the inside, and that's why they're bein' so brazen as ta operate in Djerad Thymar. Three leads me the same conclusion I get from two: either one of these makes the Lance Defenders look bad. Even if they are recapturin' them, it hurts their reputation. Now, if we take that as a motive, then--"

At this point, Fiona is interrupted by the door being thrown open, and a commanding voice booms, "Torinn Tormine!" Barging into the office comes very large, hulking dragonborn with greenish scales, wearing scale armor being the markings of the Lance Defenders. This dragonborn has two very distinguishing characteristics apart from his size--there are square bits of gold studding the green hide beneath his eyes like teardrops, and he bears the rank insignia of general upon his breast. The Lance Defenders only have one individual with the rank of general, and that is their leader, Vanquisher Tarhun, who also serves as the civil ruler of Tymanther. The halfing barely has time to react by jumping in her seat as Tarhun moves over to Torinn and stares the paladin down. "Did you think you could hide by sneaking into some out-of-the-way hovel as soon as you entered the city?" the Vanquisher growls. Through the open door you can see two more Lance Defenders standing guard, their lances strapped to their backs, though Tarhun himself has a longspear in one hand, and holds it at his side when he speaks, adding additional menace to his words.

Tarhun is a major factor in the continued hatred of dragons by the dragonborn of Tymanther, and in the past, he and Torinn clashed on that ideal. The two have a rather hostile relationship.
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>>77301
Torinn's instinctive reaction after the door opened so forcefully was to stand up and draw his weapon - something he'd been trained to do. Upon realizing who barged in, he lowers his blade - but does not put it away. The dragonborn grits his teeth and takes the insults in stride, putting himself between the halfling and the other dragonborn. "I did not run or hide from you, Your Majesty," the paladin says, the faintest undertones of anger at having this meeting interrupted bleeding into his words. "I just felt we both had more important things to do than engage in a pissing match right after I came into your city." A city that has a cult problem that your Lance Defenders aren't properly dealing with. A cult problem that, if everything I heard is true, could have been what landed my family in jail. "So I know you have a more important reason than that to come after someone like me."
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Tarhun clicks his tongue, and adjusts his posture to that of a military leader. "You will address me as General, as I am acting as the General of the Lance Defenders, rather than the civil leader of our great nation." He nods to the two guards outside and says, "I may be suffering your presence here for a time, Torinn Tormine, but you will be under watch. These two loyal defenders will accompany you wherever you go--and they will report to me directly if they lose track of you, at which point your permission to freely roam the city will be immediately revoked." Taking a step back, the Vanquisher notes, "You were once a Lance Defender, Torinn. You understand they are not here to spy on you, so they will remain outside. But they will be following you as you go from place to place within the city walls, until such a time when you depart the city proper. Which cannot come soon enough, if you ask me." He turns and faces the door out, but before he moves to depart, he adds, "Whatever business you have here, do see to it that you finish it quickly. Your courageous acts in far-off lands have bought you this respite, but your naivete has no place in the streets of Djerad Thymar."
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>>77303
Suspicious, but it is protocol for dangerous persons. It's the filing of him under that heading, in spite of what he's done, that he finds offensive. Still, he can't make a scene here. Torinn responds, "Understood, General, sir," and snaps off a smart salute. He's not sure he recognizes those two Lance Defenders stationed outside, though.

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The two Lance Defenders outside are not familiar to Torinn. A orange-scaled male and a reddish-pink-scaled female, both stand around medium height and carry lances, and wear full plate armor. Tarhun departs at this point, and the door closes behind him as he does so.

The halfling finally relaxes back into her chair, and the canary seems to have flown off in the intervening period. "Wow," Fiona finally manages, seeming to struggle to find the words. "Um, pardon me for sayin', but that seemed more personal than I imagined it. He didn't even mention the crime ya stand accused of. Seems like you and he had other disagreements?"
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>>77305
Torinn waits a moment before resheathing his weapon. "As far as I know, it's guilt by association," [i]he answers. "I'm associated with my family, therefore I must guilty of what he thinks they're guilty of." The dragonborn sits back down. "He also thinks that all dragons are evil and can't be convinced otherwise. We've butted heads before."

Lowering his voice, mindful of the sentinels placed outside, Torinn says, "But that's not important right now. You were saying something about a motive?"
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Fiona folds her hands in front of her, and gnaws at the end of her pipe thoughtfully as she replies, "...it might be. If we assume that the motive is to discredit the Lance Defenders, you might also have been targeted because the one responsible wanted you discredited for a specific reason. Perhaps a personal one." Shaking her head, she adds, "Not that I imagine someone like Tarhun could be involved in that regard, but... well, if we are lookin' fer motive, for a reason someone has to discredit you and yer family, then the most obvious place to start is with people who have personal vendettas against you. We can work our way up to people with" She gestures in an off-handed way, then adds, "Anyway, the reason I asked for yer help in particular is I thought it might be beneficial to explore personal vendettas against you, and it's hard to ask around about that without your input. That, and you can protect me if the Cult of the Dragon really is behind this and comes after us."
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>>77307
Torinn scratches his head. "Other than the obvious, I can't think of any personal vendettas against myself. Not from all the way back then, at least."
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"Hmmm. Well, I think we should pursue the angle of a conspiracy against the Lance Defenders, then," Fiona replies, leaning forward. "Another thing that may work in your favor is that there have been a few additional high-profile thefts since your departure, and they cannot possibly be connected to you. If--"

Again, the door to the office opens--though with significantly less force than before. This time, the voice that booms is friendly and enthusiastic, "Fifi! I hear Torinn has returned to Djerad Thymar! The big break for our mysteries has finally arrived!"

The voice belongs to a boisterous human male dressed sharply in a black-and-white tuxedo and matching slacks. His build is muscular, and he has a neatly-trimmed beard that is brown like his short, straight hair, and a red rose protruding from his left breast pocket. As he walks into Fiona's office, a fey-looking woman follows behind him. She has a somewhat mousy look about her, with a cute, round face, glasses, and shoulder-length black hair. She is wearing a faintly pink coat that looks just slightly too big for her and form-fitting gray leggings. Her eyes appear slightly glazed over, and her walk is slightly listless.

In contrast to the man's overly friendly behavior, Fiona's expression suggests that she just received a migraine. "...Inspector Manderville. Yes, Torinn is here, though I must again emphasize--"

The man interrupts the halfling loudly, raising one finger as he does so, "Splendid! Then with your assistance and his help, I have no doubt that we'll crack these cases wide open!" He looks over at Torinn, as if noticing him for the first time. "And who might you be, good sir?"
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How did this person not raise any alarm bells from the guards posted outside? Torinn clears his throat, and allows some of his irritation to show. "I am Torinn Tormine, and I'm in the middle of an extremely important discussion. Can you and your companion wait outside for about five minutes before you ask anything of me?" Torinn then nods at Fiona to continue.

Diplomacy: http://orokos.com/roll/317113 (16)

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The well-dressed man seems a bit taken aback by Torinn's response, but he doesn't seem to let it break his stride, as he continues to hold up a finger as he explains, "Ah, Torminn! I am Hildibrand, agent of inquiry and inspector extraordinaire!" With this, the man strikes a ridiculous pose, seemingly not hearing the dragonborn's request for him to wait outside, and says, "My good man, I have been waiting for you to arrive! I already know of your situation, so there's no need for secrecy! In fact, I am here to help! I have information related to your case!" He straightens, then nods towards the girl beside him, which you have just determined to likely be a half-elf, given her mix of fey and human features. "And this is my assistant, Nashu!"

The girl gives a sleepy nod in Torinn's direction, and seems to be having some difficulty staying awake. Fiona grimaces as she explains, "This man's been investigatin' a different crime that took place here a while back... the theft of Ascalon, the Wyrm's Bane."

"The spear that's said to have slain over a dozen dragons!" Hildibrand emphasizes, holding up a finger again and regaining his excited composure. "And good Torminn, I have no doubt that the individual that stole Ascalon is the one behind the theft of the Golden Narwhal!"

The halfling gives an exasperated reply, "I've heard nothin' from ya regarding that except baseless speculation!"
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>>77311
"And you're basing that assumption on... what?"

History check on Ascalon: http://orokos.com/roll/317129 (17)
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History: Torinn has heard of Ascalon. This legendary greatspear was wielded by a family of dragonborn heroes back on Abeir. It was simply a magic greatspear at first, but as the heroes who wielded the spear slew dragon after dragon, it became an artifact of incredible power, called the Wyrm's Bane because it was especially dangerous to dragons. Eventually the Vanquisher (not Tarhun, a prior leader) deemed the weapon too powerful to risk falling into enemy hands, and after the Spellplague, it was sealed in the vaults of Djerad Thymar, under the condition that it would be brought out of storage in the event of an especially dangerous dragon-related threat to the realm.

"I understand your confusion--interpreting this evidence is why I am called an Inspector Extraordinaire, after all!" the human replies, adjusting his monocle and grinning. "Those guys wearing dragon masks started showing up in the city right around the time your Golden Narwhal was stolen, correct? But that object has no magical power, so it must have been stolen to give as an offering to a dragon! And now they serve this dragon, and to keep it appeased, they have stolen the Wyrm's Bane, no doubt to allow the dragon to continue to hide here in Djerad Thymar without fear of the artifact's deadly power!"

The halfling shakes her head slowly and wearily. "...'s a bit of a stretch."
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>>77313
Torinn shakes his head. "I'm really not seeing the connection. Look, if you're going to help me find the Golden Narwhal then that's fine, but unless you have something more concrete, I don't think I can help you."
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"Look, the thing we need, no matter what, is more evidence, not just theories," the halfling woman interjects, sounding a little strained. "...do ya think ya could get us access to the Lance Defender's prisoners, Torinn? They're still holdin' one of the dragon-mask guys. If we could interrogate the cultist, we'd have a startin' point."

"Capital idea!" Hildibrand says, nodding and gesturing with a finger. "And if they won't allow it, we could always find a way to sneak in! Perhaps a disguise..."

Fiona manages to cut him off with a sharp look, and says evenly, "Let's try... a diplomatic approach, for now, yes?"
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>>77315
And sneaking in won't work with these guards listening, Torinn thinks but doesn't say.

Fiona raises a very good point, though. A captured cultist may know something.


"I agree with Fiona's idea," Torinn declares, getting out of his seat. Making sure the Lance Defender guards are still close by, he tells them, "I'm going to visit a prisoner," and leads everyone towards their destination.

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Fiona directs Torinn towards the guard station wherein she believed they were holding the prisoner. Hildibrand is tagging along, and Nashu managed to snap out of her standing sleep long enough to make the trip as well.

You arrive at the guard house--one of many scattered throughout Djerad Thymar, as befitting the militaristic nation of dragonborn. Rutger joins the group up from, still carrying the Fell King's artifact blade, Nightfall, and the two Lance Defenders trail behind the group.

Along the way, Hildibrand seems to take notice of the artifact, and asks Torinn, "So mister Tormin, that's a peculiar sword your pet tiger is carrying! Is it a spoil from your many adventures?"
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While he'd rather be discussing case details, Torinn still humors the man and gives a nod. "It belonged to someone very powerful, and is the only trace left after they vanished in a tremendous explosion," he explains.

And he's been carrying it out in the open all this time...

"Now if I could ask something of you, Mister Hildibrand," Torinn continues, keeping his voice calm, "how badly do you think the dragon mask wearers would want an artifact sword?"

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"That does sound like the mark of a reputable adventure! Just the kind you'd be known for, mister Tormin!" When the dragonborn makes his query, he stops to consider for a moment, placing his fingers on each side of his head and closing his eyes, in an exaggerated gesture of deep though. "As for the dragon-masks, I do reckon they would be drawn to artifacts of substantial power, though they certainly targeted Ascalon in particular because of its unique dragon-slaying capabilities! Still... an artifact sword might make a wonderful gift for a dragon, so it might be a good lure for a trap!"

"There's no evidence of a dragon's involvement, egghead!" Fiona sputters, clearly exasperated. She wipes her forehead, as if exhausted, saying, "Let's... let's just get what we can out of that cultist. And in the off-chance that sword does attract them, maybe it'd be better to hide it, at least until we decide on whether or not to use it for a trap."

Though in its greatsword form, the blade is too wide to fit into his bag of holding, Torinn believes if he split it into twin-blade form, the individual swords would certainly fit inside.
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>>77319
Torinn does just that, splitting the weapon apart before putting it in his bag of holding. "Should've done this sooner," he murmurs.
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The group arrives at the guard station a short time later, and find it to be a short, squat gray building in the middle of the much nicer-looking market buildings. Outside stands a dragonborn female with bronze scales, clad in the typical armor of the Lance Defenders, addressing a much larger man dressed in a garish red outfit. The man has a peculiar look, and his size suggests he is perhaps a half-giant, but two black horns protrude from his head--it's hard to tell if they are part of the red headdress that seems part of his larger top, or if they are part of his body. His face is painted white with red designs, and he wears black gloves and boots along with grey breeches.

"--You're not in any trouble--yet, but yer attracting a lot of attention with your questions. Cause any trouble, and you will regret it!"

The man dressed in red snorts. "Hmf, I will cause no trouble. I believe my questions have been sufficiently answered anyway, and I see little reason to linger in the city much longer."

The female guard seems satisfied, and moves to walk off. When the group approaches the guard station, the man in red turns to face the group, and Hildibrand moves forward to address him. "Good sir, you seem to be having some trouble with the local constabularies?"

The garishly dressed giant man regards Hildibrand, and gives a gruff response, "A small amount. Who might you be?"

Hildibrand adopts his signature pose, and Nashu poses alongside him (having seemingly finally woken up), "Inspector Hildibrand, agent of inquiry, at your service! This is my assistant Nashu!"

"A pleasure," is all Nashu says in her light, airy voice.

Fiona declines to introduce herself and instead address Torinn in a low voice, "Perhaps we should hurry inside while he's distracted."
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>>77321
Torinn gives the stranger a passing glance and nods at Fiona. He goes inside with her while Hildebrand is distracted. The investigator seems like he'll be okay without his protection for now.

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Torinn and Fiona enter the building, seemingly escaping the notice of the group gathered outside, and the guards trailing Torinn remain out the door as well.

Inside is a rather extravagant foyer for a simple guard station--apparently, the dragonborn's architectural prowess had to be on display even in a place like this. There is a lot of seating around some nicely carved tables, and lots of ornamental weapons and shields cover the walls, as well as murals depicting dragonborn in battle against fierce dragons. There appears to be only one other person present besides Torinn and Fiona: a uniformed male dragonborn with yellow scales sitting behind a desk sparsely populated by paperwork. He eyes the two as they come inside, and asks, "You have business here?"

Fiona tilts her head, gesturing for Torinn to do the talking here.
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>>77323
Taking a moment to appreciate the architecture, Torinn takes his cue and responds, "I'm here requesting permission to speak with a prisoner."

diplomacy: http://orokos.com/roll/317237 (25)
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"A prisoner? And just who are you?" the secretary replies suspiciously.
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>>77325
"I am Torinn Tormine. And as I said, I am here to speak with a prisoner," Torinn responds professionally.

diplomacy: http://orokos.com/roll/317244 (31)
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"Torinn... hmmm," the secretary considers for a moment. "I should probably deny you outright, given your status with the Lance Defenders, but... well, let me contact the ranking officer on-site. He can handle your request." The dragonborn rises from his seat, and exits through a doorway deeper into the building.

A few moments later, a rust-scaled dragonborn male in black-and-green armor bearing the crest of the Lance Defenders enters the room. He wears what looks like a carefully-controlled smile, and addresses Torinn, "Torinn Tormine. You've come a long way back to Djerad Thymar. I am given to understand you wish to speak to a prisoner." He clears his throat, and the smile is replaced by a look that is somewhere between suspicion and curiosity, "Now, granting you an audience with the prisoner is strictly against procedure, you realize, at the very least because you are no longer an official member of the Lance Defenders. However, I am curious as to your purpose for wishing to have access to this prisoner, so I must ask: which prisoner are you wanting to see, and why?" His eyes glitter briefly, and he explains, "I am not unreasonable; I am aware of the good you have done in far-off lands. I don't believe your motive is a bad one, likely, it is for a greater good. Still, I must hear it for myself in order to decide."
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>>77327
Torinn tries to be as honest as he can in the hopes of persuading the official. "I came to talk to a prisoner that was wearing a dragon mask," he explains. "I have reason to believe that they can point me towards where the stolen Golden Narwhal, and various other things stolen after I was gone, were taken."

take 10 on diplomacy
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The dragonborn with rust-colored scales looks quizzical. "Really...? While I have a hard time believing it myself, you have piqued my interest. Perhaps I can be of some assistance in this matter." With a friendly nod, he says, "My name is Theskan. If you're comfortable with me observing the questioning, I can arrange it. However, it will need to be done somewhere off-site, and later today, because I cannot officially grant you access to the prisoner while she's under lock and key." Then, Theskan gives a sly grin, and adds, "But the rules are less strict about procedure when transporting prisoners from one location to another. Do we have a deal?"

Fiona seems taken aback by the whole exchange. "If this is legit, it'll be a major breakthrough... assuming our interrogation pans out, of course."
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>>77329
Smiling back, Torinn shakes Theskan's hand. "You have a deal."
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"Excellent," Theskan replies, shaking Torinn's hand and smiling. "I will arrange it, then. Give me two hours to work out the details, and meet at the old abandoned guard station in the Lashalart district in the Catacombs."

The halfling detective nods, and moves to leave the guard station.
>> No. 77332 edit
>>77331
Torinn nods and also makes to leave.
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When Torinn and Fiona exit the guard station, they find Hildibrand, Nashu, and the red-garbed individual waiting for them.

"Ah, welcome back!" Hildibrand greets enthusiastically. "I trust your proceedings went well?"

"They did," Fiona replies, nodding curtly, hoping to keep the conversation short.

"Very good! I must inform you that mister... Gilligan, Nashu, and I have a lead of our own to pursue now!" the human explains, gesturing dramatically with both hands.

"...if Gilgamesh is too difficult, then you may call me Gil," the red-garbed goliath-like figure says quietly.

Hildibrand turns and nods towards him, "Very well, Greg! Now, as I was saying," he turns back to Torinn and Fiona, again gesturing as he continues his explanation, "It turns out we are both very interested in the theft of an artifact, and Greg has provided me with several clues he's uncovered in his own intelligence-gathering that I think will lead us right to our thief!"

"To steal a warrior's weapon is an act of utter cowardice!" Gilgamesh spits, joining Hildibrand in his enthusiastic gestures.

"Indeed, indeed. So I wish you the most of luck with your own investigation, and as soon as I discover more evidence to link it to your case, dear Fifi, I will bring it to you! And have no doubt, I will!" Hildibrand says self-assuredly.

"The inspector always catches the perp!" Nashu adds, jumping into the air enthusiastically, before turning back to Hildibrand. "Come on, come on, let's get going!"

With that, the trio of Hildibrand, Gilgamesh, and Nashu depart. Fiona shakes her head slightly, then turns back to Torinn and says, "That was almost too easy, and that makes me suspicious. But it could be our lucky break, and our only chance. Whatya think?"
>> No. 77334 edit
>>77333
"I think we don't have any better leads."
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Fiona shrugs and says, "Yah, I agree. But this kind of thing is why I need someone like you around. If things go south, we might need some muscle."

Looking around, she then suggests, "We got some time, whatya say we go scout the place out? Might need to ask around to find out where it is, if ya don't know."
>> No. 77336 edit
>>77335
"Scouting sounds like a plan," Torinn says in agreement, leading Fiona and Rutger towards the catacombs.

It's been quite a while since he's visited the city, though, so he doesn't move as quickly as he could. He's too busy taking in the sights and smells of home along the way.

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Fiona and Torin head down towards the catacombs, taking in the sights of Djerad Thymar as they go. Though the structure itself is a marvel of dragonborn ingenuity and engineering, the interior buildings themselves are also largely elaborate displays of dragonborn architecture. Though the buildings at first glance appear to be squat rectangles, they are accented with rounded pillars and domes that curve in aesthetically pleasing shapes, and many of the lower class and more temporary establishments substitute segments of cloth for doors as well as hanging such things over their windows. There are also lots of balconies that lead from one structure to another, allowing citizens to bypass the main roads if they so wish. As there are few egresses for natural light, magical lightning provides a sun-like illumination within the pyramid.

This kind of thing becomes more common as they descend into the catacombs, which are largely devoid of structures that were designed for habitation, but there are a large amount of warehouses down here, most with elaborately designed doors that suggest they use magical locking mechanisms, as this is where the city's military police stores its weaponry. The magical lightning from the Market Floor is still present here, though somewhat dimmer, and there are far fewer people milling about. Torinn directs Fiona to a unremarkable old building that appears to have fallen into disrepair, surrounded by several other such buildings. Though it looks like at one point these buildings were just as well-kept as the other buildings used for storage, they have been disused for some time. It is eerily quiet here, and not another soul in sight.

"This place is givin' me the creeps," Fiona comments.
>> No. 77338 edit
>>77337
Torinn checks for danger before taking further action.
perception http://orokos.com/roll/317435 (21)
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Torinn's investigation turns up no sign of anything. Fiona helps him look around, but just shakes her head. "Place's deserted. No sign anyone's been here for a long time."
>> No. 77340 edit
>>77339
"It'll be plenty discreet, then," Torinn says decisively. He's pleased for now. "Let's get things squared away with the guards and Theskan before then."
make to leave unless stopped

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The guards are waiting a distance from the building, keeping an eye from afar. As Torinn approaches them, their postures stiffen, but they show no other response. Fiona follows behind Torinn, looking nervously around as she does so.
>> No. 77342 edit
>>77341
Putting a bit of distance between himself and the guards, Torinn asks Fiona quietly, "Is there anything else you feel like I need to know?"
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The halfling shrugs, then says, "Let's see what we can get out of Theskan's deal... until then, I can't think of anything."

Some time passes before Torinn spots Theskan entering the abandoned guard station from a balcony spanning the gap between another warehouse and the guard station. The angle from which he approaches is not within the field of vision of the two guards trailing him, and it's fortunate, because he is trailed by a human female, blindfolded and with her hands bound, in a ragged-looking black cowl. Fiona is also quick to spot Theskan's approach and moves back towards the abandoned guard station.
>> No. 77344 edit
>>77343
"Hold on," Torinn says, "could you tell Theskan about our guard situation and ask him to do something about it? I'll stay here so the guards don't see him."
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"All right," Fiona replies, moving into the abandoned guard station. There's a tense stillness in the air for the few moments when Torinn is left alone outside with the guards, and then Theskan himself exits, smiling and obviously trying to exude an aura of confidence.

"Torinn! Feel free to go inside," he says, nodding to the dragonborn. "I'll smooth things over with our associates." With that, the rust-scaled dragonborn moves over to the two guards and begins to quietly converse with them.
>> No. 77346 edit
>>77345
"Thank you," Torinn replies. He enters the guard station and looks around while he waits.

Perception fail: http://orokos.com/roll/317661 (6)
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Moving into the guard station, Torinn clumsily follows the sound of Fiona talking until he enters a small, simple room that is devoid of furnishing and only has a single entrance. It is rather dark, though Fiona is holding an ever-burning torch which provides some illumination.

Inside, the human woman is leaning against the wall farthest from the entrance, and though her blindfold is lying on the floor next to her, her hands are still bound. She is stocky and stalwart, and clad in a black cowl over a dark brown jumpsuit of some sort. It looks like it had many holsters for assorted weaponry, but there are no weapons visible on her person. Fiona is rather busy talking to her in an annoyed tone, "--so if ya know what's good fer ya, you'll cooperate, egghead! You may think things can't get much worse for ya, but believe me, they can."

The human woman is smirking oddly enough, and faces the dragonborn as he enters. "So you must be the adventurer... Torinn, was it? Fiona told me about you."
>> No. 77348 edit
>>77347
Torinn smiles in return, though only with his mouth. "Good," he says, "that saves me the trouble of introducing myself. You know why we're here and what we want."
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"What you want could be any number of things. You're going to have to narrow that down for me," the "cultist" replies sweetly, then adds, "And then I'll decide whether or not to give it to you."
>> No. 77350 edit
>>77349
Torinn leans against the wall, settling in for what might be a very annoying interrogation. "The stolen items," he says, "where are they going? And why?"
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"Stolen items?" the human woman shrugs, as if not comprehending. "What stolen items could--"

Fiona cuts her off tersely with, "Ascalon--and the Golden Narwhal, ya twit! Don't waste our time witta innocent act!"

"Oh, those little old things," the cultist replies, smiling again. "I am given to understand they were gifts for a very special client of ours." She nods and her smile goes a little crooked as she adds, "Though I'm given to understand the spear delivery had a slight hitch, and someone else ended up with the item."

"And where are they now?!" Fiona demands, but the human woman only shrugs in response.

"In the city. Can't really say where," the cultist offers.
>> No. 77352 edit
>>77351
"And who is your client?" Torinn asks patiently, "And where are they?"
diplomacy http://orokos.com/roll/317863 26
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The human woman seems to consider Torinn's request for a moment, then admits, "No one you've ever heard of, most likely--Thrilvian is his name. He does not operate openly in Tymanther, you understand--his presence would almost certainly unsettle the populace."

"So he's here? In Djerad Thymar? Where?!" the halfling woman presses.

"Well, I admit I don't really get to keep track of his day to day activities anymore, given my incarceration," the cultist notes, shrugging and indicating her bindings. "But I know she keeps a storage warehouse here, in the Catacombs, in the south wing. Warehouse fifty-two. If you wanted to get her attention, you could always go there."

"Yer giving us this shock awfully easily, egghead" Fiona says suspiciously. "Makes me not trust it."

Again, the cultist shrugs her shoulders. "If you try to match your wits against those of Thrilvian, you'll lose, and my compatriots will be free of one more irritation. Feel free to believe or disbelieve my words, however. You can't stop the plans we have in motion."
>> No. 77354 edit
>>77353
"I'll keep that in mind," Torinn replies. "But as long as you're being generous, why not tell us how you and your friends keep getting loose?"
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"Oh, you wouldn't believe that even if I told you. Better for you to find out for yourself," the cultist replies, sneering. "I'm sure you can piece it together from what you find out when you keep chasing this trail."
>> No. 77356 edit
>>77355
Torinn considers what the woman has to say for a moment, then asks Fiona quietly, "Did I forget anything?"
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Fiona slumps briefly, then shakes her head. "Naw, I think we got everything useful outta her that we can. At least, the crap related to our case."
>> No. 77358 edit
>>77357
"Good," the dragonborn whispers back, "get ready to put her blindfold back on."

Torinn tries to recall a name as he reaches into his bag of holding. When he has it, he addresses the prisoner again. "Alright, we're about done here. Do you recognize the name 'Kollritza'?"
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As Fiona reaches for the blindfold, the prisoner nods nervously, "A dracolich, operating out of Baldur's Gate."
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>>77359
"Thought so," Torinn replies. "Last question," he starts as he pulls out the skull mask and holds it up. The skull mask made from the skull of the dracolich in question. Just as the blindfold goes down, he asks the cultist, "Do you think Thrilvian will make a better hat than Kollritza does?"

intimidate to frighten/enrage cultist: http://orokos.com/roll/317937 (33)

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The cultist appears visbily shaken, and as Fiona ties the blindfold, she barely manages to stammer out, "I-I think you'll find that Thrilvian is in a different league..."
>> No. 77362 edit
>>77361
"That's what I just said," Torinn replies. While leading the cultist back outside, he asks Fiona, "Did Theskan say he was going to wait outside?"
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On the way outside, Theskan encounters Fiona and Torinn in the hallway before the halfling gets a chance to answer. "Finished, then?" the rust-scaled dragonborn inquires. "I will take charge of the prisoner again then, yes? And do not fret, the guards trailing you are now quite understanding of the situation. They will still be following you at a distance, but I've impressed the need for privacy on them."
>> No. 77364 edit
>>77363
Torinn thanks Theskan and returns the prisoner to him. He looks back to Fiona and says, "Well, we found our lead."
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"I just hope it all works out," she comments, shaking her head. As Torinn and her leave the guard station, two canaries perched on a nearby warehouse begin to sing. The halfling woman turns to Torinn and says, "I suppose yall wanna check out that location then yah? I can't help but feelin' like we're gettin' played here... hopefully those guards can help us out if things get rough."
>> No. 77366 edit
>>77365
Torinn glances at the canaries for a moment, then shrugs. "I don't have any better ideas right now," he admits, adding, "especially because the alternative involves meeting up with the inspector again and..."

Something clicks for Torinn, and his eyes widen in shock. Which leads to him slumping in resignation.

"If we take her at her word," he says, "then Hildebrand was right about the cases being related."
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"Yah, I picked up on that too," Fiona replies, sighing. "I guess a broke watch is still right twice a day, as the sayin' goes. Which makes me a little curious, too." She straightens, and addresses Torinn seriously, "Did that wristband have any magic to it? I know ya said the stone set init contained the ashes of one of the foundin' clan lords."
>> No. 77368 edit
>>77367
history check on golden narwhal having any sort of magic, or something related to magic: http://orokos.com/roll/318100 (17)
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Torinn doesn't think the Golden Narwhal has any magical properties. Or at least, he has never heard that it did.
>> No. 77370 edit
>>77367
Torinn shakes his head. "Not that I'm aware of." While he looks like he regrets saying so, he still says, "I think we may have to tell him about this. I mean, there is the off-chance that he found something."

search for Hildebrand: streetwise http://orokos.com/roll/318104 (25)

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Hildibrand has made quite the impression around town, so it's not too hard for Torinn to get his location from the townsfolk. Strangely enough, his search leads him to the guard house where he met Theskan before. Hildibrand himself isn't immediately visible, but Gilgamesh and Nashu are standing outside the building, and turn to face Torinn and Fiona as they approach, with the two guards trailing at a distance behind them.

A canary suddenly flies away from the roof of the guard house as Gilgamesh addresses Torinn, "You all again? Strange that we'd encounter each other in the same place twice." Looking over towards Nashu, who seems to be looking around nervously, Gilgamesh then turns back towards the group and says, "Hildy said that the guards assigned to watch Ascalon operated out of this guard house. He seemed to think a dragon perhaps bribed them to allow the theft, but..."

At this moment the doors to the guard house are thrown open, and Hildibrand is roughly ejected from the premises, landing on the ground in a heap. Nashu jumps slightly, startled out of her daze by the inspector's sudden reappearance. "Keep up these insulting accusations, and you're going to find someone invoking an honor duel upon you! Get lost!" the secretary dragonborn from earlier snarls, slamming the doors closed.

Hildibrand, seemingly unshaped, collects himself and begins to dust off his suit, and finally notices Torinn, "Ah, Tormin! Good to see you again! I think I'm getting closer to unraveling the identity of the culprit, I'm sure you'll be pleased to hear!"
>> No. 77372 edit
>>77371
Canaries again. And Hildebrand acting like... well, this. It doesn't fill him with much hope. Torinn explains, "We've been busy as well and found some interesting information." He pauses, then poses a suggestion: "Let's compare notes." Let's get this trainwreck started. "What've you found out?"

Religion check on canaries: http://orokos.com/roll/318122 (14)
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Torinn: You can think of no relevant information regarding canaries.

"Of course, of course"! Hildibrand replies, enthusiastically nodding his head and holding up a finger. "The first bit of useful intel I was able to dig up was the date of the theft of Ascalon--two weeks ago. What is so significant about this date, you ask?" Here, Hildibrand gestures in an exaggerated manner, and then exclaims, "Because one year prior on that date, the green dragon Tarnazek was slain, which was the most recent time when Ascalon was used in battle! As I followed the trail of this story, I learned that the dragon laired in the ruins of Unther, and attempted to infiltrate Ruinspoke, but was foiled by adventurers! Vanquisher Tarhun himself immediately gave permission for Ascalon to be used against the dragon, and the deadly foe was laid low!"

Turning his gesture into a dramatic pose, the inspector continues, "But! When exploring the dragon's lair and looting its spoils, the adventurers discovered that there was significant evidence to suggest that two dragons lived there--a mated pair, in fact. With the female slain, the male's whereabouts remain unaccounted for! I believe that surely, this dragon has already infiltrated Tymanther and operates herein now! The theft of the weapon that killed his mate would no doubt be a priority for any evil green dragon."

"Moreover!" the inspector continues, relaxing his posture. "If the dragon could not accomplish this on his own, then it makes sense to operate through agents, such as the Cult of the Dragon! Green dragons are especially well known for disguising themselves and meddling in mortal affairs. Therefore..." After a dramatic pause, Hildibrand finishes his thought, "I must assume that this dragon intends to conquer the realm, and has no doubt already killed and replaced Vanquisher Tarhun! Once the cult has fully infiltrated Djerad Thymar, he will stage his takeover and rule openly!"

Fiona seems to stagger from the ridiculous accusation, but Nashu gestures enthusiastically and says, "Brilliant deduction as always, inspector!"
>> No. 77374 edit
>>77373
Torinn is momentarily stunned from how quickly the conversation went from outrageous, to plausible, and then back to outrageous again. Finally, he collects himself and replies, "Interesting." Before Fiona can lay into Hildebrand, Torinn says, "I suggest we walk and talk, before the trail goes cold." [i]Bringing Rutger closer to him without actually jumping on, he goes on to say, "We're only going off of information from an interrogation, so it's not concrete, but, among other things, we might have a location and a mastermind."
>> No. 77375 edit
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The trio of Hildibrand, Gilgamesh, and Nashu join Torinn, Rutger, and Fiona as they walk down the street. "Oh? What have you uncovered, then?" the inspector asks with exaggerated curiosity.
>> No. 77376 edit
>>77375
Torinn begins relaying what he acquired from the interrogation. "First off, there was indeed a connection between the theft of the spear, Ascalon, and the Golden Narwhal armband. Those were carried out by the dragon mask wearers. The very ones that keep escaping incarceration lately. However, somebody took Ascalon from them. The Narwhal, meanwhile, is still somewhere in the city."

Giving them a moment to process this, Torinn continues, "And second, the one they're delivering the items to is called Thrilvian, who is likely a dragon. They use Warehouse Fifty-Two for storage purposes. That's where we're going. And hopefully where we'll find some answers. Assuming any of this is true, of course."
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As the group descends back into the Catacombs, Hildibrand seems to consider Torinn's words, then suddenly regards the giant tiger accompanying them. "Ah, is this a friend of yours? Should we be walking into a trap, I'm certain he will come in handy!"

"So Thrilvian... do ya think that's Tarnazek's mate?" Fiona wonders out loud.

Nashu looks around, suddenly confused. "I don't think that red giant is following us..."

Hildibrand stops and addresses Nashu, "Ah, yes, just before we arrived, Greg told me he would need to leave soon to see to some business! I guess he took his leave already!"

Fiona scowls and says, "Let's just get to the warehouse fer now."
>> No. 77378 edit
>>77377
Torinn doesn't say anything until they get to the warehouse.
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When the group approaches the warehouse, they find that it is a smaller structure with no windows and apparently only a single, rickety-looking metal door leading inside. The walls are about twenty feet high, and the warehouse itself sits about thirty feet long and twenty-five feet wide. It looks like there used to be a metal fence around the area, but it has been removed, and there are several similar-looking buildings surrounding it, though no balconies connect these buildings, there is only the main entrance on the street below, and only the large "52" etched into the wall above the door gives any indication that it is the correct place.

The area is mostly deserted as the large group approaches, except for one figure--an average-looking human man dressed in a dark green hooded robe. He appears to be elderly, and wears glasses with a silver rim, giving him the look of a sage of some sort. Seven canaries flock around the man, flying from his shoulder to perch on one of the warehouses and back again frequently. The man stands slightly to the side of the entrance to the warehouse, and seems to have his gaze fixed on Torinn as the group approaches.

Fiona stiffens as the sight of another humanoid here, and though Hildibrand and Nashu show no obvious signs of being phased by the sight, the group does seem to be deferring to Torinn for an introduction.
>> No. 77380 edit
>>77379
Whatever Torinn was expecting, it wasn't this. Not some old man with a bunch of canaries following him.

He doesn't seem to be standing in his way, so Torinn slowly continues walking toward the entrance.
"Sir?" he asks of the man, "why are you here? This area is dangerous."
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The man continues to stare into Torinn's eyes as he replies in a strangely melodic, booming voice, "Indeed. The fate of many hangs in the balance." The man begins to move towards the group slowly, his canaries trailing behind him at a distance, still moving erratically and chirping. "I have been observing thy deeds, child. Know that thou art key to the balancing of the scales... thy actions carry more weight than most."

The man stops just in front of the group, and nods briefly before adding, "See that thy deeds are just; do right by thy people. For thusly art thou gifted."
>> No. 77382 edit
>>77381
Torinn isn't sure what to make of the old man's message at first. Least of all because of his antiquated linguistics. But the more he thinks about it, the more important it seems. This feels like something out of a story book. Something important. A turning point. And besides that, there was something inspiring about the man's words.

The fate of many hangs in the balance, huh...


"I understand," Torinn answers, a certainty filling him, telling him that, in more ways than one, he's on the right path.
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"Justice," the old man repeats, moving to pass past the group, before stopping suddenly and adding, "But also, protection. To be just is to protect that which is important to thee. Weigh such matters with the greatest care, child."

With that, he passes between Torinn and Fiona, and as the group moves to track his steps, they find that the old man and his canaries have seemingly vanished into thin air--with one small exception. A single canary flutters near Torinn and lands on his shoulder.

Hildibrand offers, "Friend of yours?"
>> No. 77384 edit
>>77383
Torinn looks back at where the old man disappeared, then at the canary on his shoulder. There's a moment of deja vu, like he's heard something like that before. After all, justice and protection sounded like-

Oh.


"As a matter of fact, yes, he is," Torinn replies, in awe of what just happened. This was more than just a blessing. This was an audience. The dragonborn wishes he'd recognized his god sooner.

"Right then." Torinn goes up to the entrance, throws open the door and uses his sword to illuminate the inside of the warehouse before entering.

perception: http://orokos.com/roll/318328 (13)
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Fiona seems lost in thought as Torinn opens the door, peering inside the miniature warehouse. There appear to be no creatures of any sort inside, and there are few places to hide, as the only thing in the warehouse appears to be numerous wooden crates stacked against the wall furthest from the entrance. Dust floats heavily in the air, and Torinn's sword's illumination helps to provide extra illumination to aid the faintly glowing bauble hanging from the ceiling like a magic lamp.
>> No. 77386 edit
>>77385
Torinn motions for Rutger to enter, and he climbs onto the big cat. Putting away his shield long enough to secure himself in the saddle, Torinn urges his company to join him as he starts to investigate the place as slowly and methodically as he possibly can.

perception: http://orokos.com/roll/318396 (25)
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The only thing Torinn notices as he slowly makes his way through the warehouse is that the wooden crates appear to be mostly nailed shut, though one on the top seems to have been opened recently, as the top section is slightly ajar. Hildibrand, Nashu, and Fiona follow behind Torinn and Rutger into the warehouse, and Hildibrand immediately turns his gaze upon the crates. "Ah! So you wanted... these crates?"

Fiona moves forward towards the crates and says, "Not even locked. I guess the cult figures hidin' them is enough." Removing the top of the open crate, Fiona reaches inside, and pulls out a stack of paper. "It's full of... documents, far as I can tell." She begins to read through them. "Looks like missives from abroad. Encoded, but I think I can crack it." With that said, she pulls out a set of spectacles from her pocket and places them on her head, then resumes reading. "These things are enchanted to be able to crack most mundane codes, given a few minutes. Maybe you could check the other crates while I read this stuff."
>> No. 77388 edit
>>77387
"Thank you," Torinn replies, then gestures for Hildebrand to try and open one of the other crates. Using his weapon, begins to pry one of the crates open.

take 10 on strength check
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"Certainly!" the inspector replies, heading over to ineffectually tug at one of the crates with his bare hands. Torinn has more success using his weapon, as one of the crates bursts open, revealing several small black dragon masks that seem designed to be worn on the top of the head and over the eyes.

Fiona mutters to herself as she scans the documents, "Hmmm, orders from someone called Severin Silrajin, or a representative of him. Make contact with green dragon Thrilvian... offer it gifts... seems like directives for this particular Cult of the Dragon cell, to gain favor with a green dragon in the region." She tosses aside a few documents and reaches for another set, thumbing through until she stops at something that seems to have piqued her interest. Meanwhile, Torinn bursts open another crate, this one containing black capes. "Let's see... designate 'Vanquisher' will continue to promote dragon hatred? Designate what? That can't be right." The halfling shakes her head, then removes the glasses briefly before putting them back on. "This... this's sayin' they have an agent in place in the Vanquisher's inner circle! That's how they're arranging the cultists' escape!"

"Ah, exactly as I suspected!" Hildibrand exclaims, having apparently given up on the crate he was futility attempting to open. "Nashu, quickly, we must find Greg and warn him!" Before either Torinn or Fiona can reply, the half-elf and the huamn dash from the warehouse, back out into the catacombs.

Fiona sighs and lightly drops the documents back into the crates. "Could be a setup, this is all way too convenient. But it's a reasonable explanation all the same... after we finish up here, I think we have to tell the Vanquisher about this. One way or another, this confirms the Cult of the Dragon is definitely operating here, and are almost certainly in contact with a green dragon called Thrilvian."
>> No. 77390 edit
>>77389
Too slow to catch the inspector leaving, Torinn focuses on the task at hand. "But why promote hatred of dragons?" he asks, still opening the crates. "Wouldn't that work against them?"
>> No. 77391 edit
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"That's what I think too. So maybe they don't think they can control the Vanquisher. Not directly," Fiona hypothesizes. "Yeah, I don't buy into what the 'inspector' says about Vanquisher Tarhun bein' on the cult's side, but maybe he's bein' played. If Tarhun gets discredited, it could reflect badly on the stance he took too, given how hard-line he is about that. Maybe they're settin' him up for a fall."

As Torinn continues opening the crates, he finds lots of mundane items of various kinds, including disguise kits, investigation tools, and other assorted items of minimal value that are nevertheless useful for everyday tasks. He also finds a jade statuette of a dragon, valued at around 750 gold pieces. There are a lot more black robes and cult masks too.

>> No. 77392 edit
>>77391
Torinn sets the statue aside - it may have been stolen, same as the Golden Narwhal - and finished opening the last of the crates.
>> No. 77393 edit
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Torinn finds ration bars of all things in one of the last remaining crates, and finally, what appears to be several labeled bottles of alchemist's fire. Fiona appears to be looking at the dragonborn expectantly. "Ya figure our next move's to go to the Vanquisher with this? Or Theskan, or someone?"
>> No. 77394 edit
>>77393
"We'll take it straight to Tarhun himself," Torinn insists. "No doubt the investigator already has. Saves us the trouble of broaching the subject." Torinn takes a couple samples of everything and puts it in his bag of holding. He also puts away the jade statue. Finally, he gathers up all the letters.

"Let's not wait around for the cultists to come back," Torinn says.
>> No. 77395 edit
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"All right. From the sound of things, Hildibrand was going after that... guy... dressed in red," Fiona offers. "With luck, that may distract him from finding Tarhun, so we hopefully have time."

The two depart the catacombs and begin to work their way up to the City Bastion. The canary remains on Torinn's shoulder, and Rutger follows at his side while the two guards trail a distance behind the duo. "Let's go over our info before we present it to Tarhun. We have testimony from interrogatin' a cultist that the Cult of the Dragon is linked to the theft of both Ascalon and the Golden Narwhal. We have evidence linking these acts towards gaining favor with the green dragon Thrivlian, which is possibly the mate of Tarnazek, the green dragon slain near Ruinspoke a year ago. We speculate that the cult and Thrilvian are working together at this point, concocting some sort of scheme to either undermine the government, or discredit the Lance Defenders, or... well, we don't have a good idea of what they're up to, but if it's the Cult of the Dragon, it's bad. Anything else?"
>> No. 77396 edit
>>77395
"There is the fact that Ascalon was taken from them at one point," Torinn replies. "And we still don't know where either of the items actually are. There is also the fact that I just received a visit from my own god, but I don't believe that the Vanquisher will take 'my god, who is a dragon, visited me as an old man, and said it's important' very well, though. So that we can probably keep to ourselves."
>> No. 77397 edit
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"That old man... was Bahamut?" Fiona asked, clearly slightly overawed by that fact. "The one with the canaries?! Really?"

Collecting herself, she manages to comment, "Well... the Platinum Cadre is still outcast in Tymanther, right? Probably best not to mention that then..."

Fiona is quiet until they reach the Lance Defenders primary headquarters in the City Bastion. A large and elaborate building, unlike the smaller guard stations, the headquarters displays several heavily stylized statues and murals depicting dragonborn warriors engaged in constant warfare against the dragon menace. The building is shaped of a faint, creamy orange colored marble and is heavily stylized with spikes. The foyer is decorated with hardy-looking plant life, several long wooden benches and a white wooden desk, and several Lance Defenders standing guard.

Torinn doesn't have to jump through many hoops to get an audience, and moments later Vanquisher Tarhun is staring down the paladin in the foyer. "Well?" he demands.
>> No. 77398 edit
>>77397
Torinn relays what they discovered: the testimony of the link between the Cult of the Dragon and the thefts; how they took treasures like Ascalon and the Golden Narwhal to gain favor with a dragon named Thrivlian, and how it may be the mate of Tarnazek; their efforts to possibly undermine or discredit Tarhun himself and the Lance Defenders; and how Ascalon was intercepted. He also talks about the warehouse where they found the evidence, and presents all of it to Tarhun - being especially careful with the alchemists' fire.

"This is bigger than myself or even my clan, sir," Torinn says at the end, his words sincere and filled with his own determination, "and I would not see harm done to my home, or to your lordship's reputation. Not while I can still fight."

diplomacy: http://orokos.com/roll/318681 (31)
>> No. 77399 edit
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Tarhun withstands Torinn's explanation with a face that suggests a boiling anger. However, Torinn's words seem to slowly soften his hard edge, such that by the end, his face bears a grim determination. "Torinn Tormine," he begins once the paladin finishes his explanation, "This is a very serious charge, to suggest that the Lance Defenders have been infiltrated by a green dragon. You do have quite a bit of evidence, but it is hardly damning--most is based on unreliable testimony and is circumstantial. In order to bring a charge like this forward, you will need to be prepared to fight for it. Do you understand?"
>> No. 77400 edit
>>77399
"I understand, and I am absolutely prepared to do so."
>> No. 77401 edit
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Nodding sternly, Tarhun replies, "Very well. Then, Torinn Tormine, I hereby challenge you to an honor duel." In saying, he makes a swift gesture with one hand, and the Lance Defenders at this side snap to attention. Fiona gasps slightly, drawing back at the sudden intensity that seems to fill the room. "You bring serious and grave charges against my order, paladin of Bahamut. You will fight for these charges, and by the strength of your conviction shall they be judged."

Torinn knows of honor duels--they are not usually to the death, and when official, are overseen by a judge who calls for the cessation of combat and declares a victor. The strong martial tradition of the dragonborn combined with the Vanquisher ruling Tymanther as essentially a meritocratic, yet militaristic, dictatorship has led to the honor duel featuring heavily in the justice system of the dragonborn nation.
>> No. 77402 edit
>>77401
"And I accept your challenge, Vanquisher Tarhun," Torinn replies, firm and resolute.
>> No. 77403 edit
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"Very good," Tarhun replies, his face filled with grim resolution. "One hour. The East Bastion Bridge. I will meet you there." With that, the dragonborn Vanquisher turns, and heads back into the Lance Defender headquarters.

The Bastion Bridge is a enormous stone bridge that connects the City Bastion with the eastern most defensive tower. It is over-designed with a high railing, so falling from it is mostly impossible, but it is quite high up in the sky. It is one of the traditional locations where honor duels between members of the Lance Defenders take place.
>> No. 77404 edit
>>77403
Torinn dismisses himself and goes to the battle site to prepare.
>> No. 77405 edit
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Fiona follows Torinn out and as the two walk together, she confides in him, "Look... there's something about the whole thing that bothers me." Shaking her head, she says, "I think I'm gonna do a little more diggin' while you have that duel, all right? Maybe even see if I can track down... the inspector."
>> No. 77406 edit
>>77405
"I understand. Thank you for all your help. I couldn't have gotten this far without your help."
>> No. 77407 edit
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"Yeah, well, I intend to see this through to the end, egghead, so don't go through any touching goodbyes just yet," Fiona says, poking Torinn a bit. "Call it detective's instincts, women's intuition, whatever, I have a bad feelin' and I wanna check some things. This duel thing seems a bit out of my purview anyways. See ya soon."

With that, the halfling wanders off, and Torinn proceeds to the East Bastion Bridge.
>> No. 77408 edit
>>77407
Torinn wishes Fiona the best of luck before they part ways. When he arrives at the bridge, he starts preparations for the duel.
>> No. 77409 edit
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Torinn arrives at the enormous stone bridge spanning the gap between the City Bastion and the eastern-most defense tower. High up in the air, this stone bridge is sturdy and all but indestructible by mundane means due to the superior dragonborn craftsmanship, and a number of potent wards have made it highly resistant to magical attacks as well. The stone railing to either side of the bridge comes up to Torinn's shoulders, making it highly unlikely that a dragonborn of his stature could be knocked over the edge by even the most devastating blow.

Very near the tower itself, far from the City Bastion, a stone platform protrudes from the bridge, and Torinn knows that this stone platform specifically is where duels are held. It is blocked off by ornate gates stylized with the heads of prominent dragonborn heroes. Torinn and Rutger enter the gates and stand atop the platform to make preparations for the duel, and Torinn's ever-present Lance Defender guardians stand just outside.

The tower in the distance is elaborate and has the motif of a wizard's tower, as not only is the tower designed to give archers cover against potential dragon attack, but it is also enchanted with properties that make it an ideal place for spellcasters to utilize for ritual casting or long-range bombardment of flying foes who would approach the city from this direction.
>> No. 77410 edit
>>77409
Torinn takes in the view for a minute and runs his hand over the gates. It's not that he's never been here before, it''s that he's never fought here before. The enormity of it and what he's been tasked to do only now registers with him. It leaves him speechless.

As they say, 'history is written by the winners', and Torinn will be damned if he lets something that threatens his homeland pen an entry.

For now, though, he does stretching exercises to prepare for the upcoming duel. It can only help him.

>> No. 77411 edit
Roughly forty minutes after Torinn's arrival he hears footsteps approaching. Two additional Lance Defenders, along with Theskan and Tarhun approach. Tarhun is again dressed in scale armor, though it appears polished since he last spoke with Torinn, and his longspear is again strapped to his back.

"Good, you are here," Tarhun grunts, his greenish scales glinting in the afternoon's light. He turns and nods to Theskan, saying, "Theskan here has put in word for you and is going to be the overseer for the duel."

The rust-scaled dragonborn smiles and says, "It is good to see you again, Torinn. I must say, these are very... interesting circumstances."
>> No. 77412 edit
>>77411
Torinn arms himself with his sword and shield. "These are interesting times, Mister Theskan," he says as nonchalantly as he can manage. In spite of everything, he's rather excited. "I'm ready over here."
>> No. 77413 edit
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Vanquisher Tarhun enters the arena opposite Torinn and draws his longspear, adopting a fighting stance. "Good. I will spare no quarter until the judge demands I yield, Torinn Tormine!"

As the vanquisher issues his challenge, Theskan moves into the middle of the two to officiate the combat. Torinn draws his weapons, and both combatants await the signal to begin the duel. However, the dragonborn notices something coalescing within the arena, to the south of Theskan...

"Do not fear, child. I come to aid thee," the man with the canaries said. With a gesture, the canary on Torinn's shoulder begins to chip, and the six surrounding the wizened sage all chirp in unison, and the paladin feels a surge of empowerment flowing through him, the likes of which he has never felt before. "None save thee can perceive me or mine. Do not think it unfair, thou art my paladin. This power always resided within thee, I only brought it forth."

Oblivious to the actions of the man with the canaries, Theskan raises a hand and announces simply, "Begin!"

The Man with the Canaries uses Bahamut's Blessing on Torinn. Until the end of the encounter, Torinn gains a +10 bonus to attack rolls, damage rolls, and skill checks.

Initiative
The Man with the Canaries (Ally): 40
Vanquisher Tarhun (Opponent): 28
Torinn Tormine (Astaroth): 22

Players and Allies
Torinn Tormine (Astaroth): (K-9) 89/89 HP, resist 5 necrotic, Bahamut's Blessing
The Man with the Canaries (Ally): (N-13) incorporeal form, 7 canaries remaining

Enemies
Vanquisher Tarhun (Opponent): (K-7)

Neutral
Commander Theskan (Neutral): (I-13)
Dragonborn Guard 1 (Neutral): (J-4)
Dragonborn Guard 2 (Neutral): (M-4)
Dragonborn Guard 3 (Neutral): (J-22)
Dragonborn Guard 4 (Neutral): (M-22)
Rutger (Ally): (K/L-24/25)

Notes
Neutral parties are not involved in the combat.
The Man with the Canaries can expend one canary per round to make an attack that hits instead miss. The Man with the Canaries is cannot be perceived in any way except by Torinn.
Bahamut's Blessing gives a +10 bonus to attack rolls, damage rolls, and skill checks.
>> No. 77414 edit
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With a howl, the vanquisher surges forward and stabs at Torinn with his longspear. However, in a surprising feint, he slashes the tip of his weapon against his own hand, flicking a bit of blood into Torinn's face--and the paladin feels poison begin to course through his body.

Tarhun turns the feint into a spin, but Torinn is not caught off-guard, and with unnatural speed, turns aside both of Tarhun's blows, once with his own weapon, and once with his shield. With a final surge of strength, Tarhun opens his mouth and spews forth a cloud of poison, but the canary on Torinn's shoulder vanishes, and a surge of divine energy seems to pierce the poisonous cloud and divert the worst of it away.

Only the lingering effects of the poison seem to be affecting Torinn at the moment. "You've certainly improved, Torinn!" Tarhun shouts, genuine admiration in his voice.

Vanquisher Tarhun moves, then charges Torinn, missing with his longspear on a natural 1.
Vanquisher Tarhun spends an action point! Vanquisher Tarhun uses double attack, missing twice with his longspear.
Vanquisher Tarhun uses dragon breath as a minor action, which hits, but the man with the canaries uses divine intervention, expending one canary, so the attack instead misses for 9 poison damage.
Torinn begins his turn in Tarhun's poisonous blood aura and takes ongoing 10 poison damage.


Initiative
The Man with the Canaries (Ally): 40
Vanquisher Tarhun (Opponent): 28
Torinn Tormine (Astaroth): 22

Players and Allies
Torinn Tormine (Astaroth): (K-9) 70/89 HP, resist 5 necrotic, Bahamut's Blessing, ongoing 10 poison damage (save ends)
The Man with the Canaries (Ally): (N-13) incorporeal form, 6 canaries remaining

Enemies
Vanquisher Tarhun (Opponent): (K-17)

Neutral
Commander Theskan (Neutral): (I-13)
Dragonborn Guard 1 (Neutral): (J-4)
Dragonborn Guard 2 (Neutral): (M-4)
Dragonborn Guard 3 (Neutral): (J-22)
Dragonborn Guard 4 (Neutral): (M-22)
Rutger (Ally): (K/L-24/25)

Notes
Neutral parties are not involved in the combat.
The Man with the Canaries can expend one canary per round to make an attack that hits instead miss. The Man with the Canaries is cannot be perceived in any way except by Torinn.
Bahamut's Blessing gives a +10 bonus to attack rolls, damage rolls, and skill checks.
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>>77414
Torinn falls back and draws on divine power to heal himself, but falters, wondering if this is okay. Is it truly honorable to meet Tarhun with the direct blessing of his god?

But it's just a more direct version of what he's been doing all this time, he chides himself. With that in mind, Torinn makes to rush in - and is punished for it by a vicious strike from Tarhun.
"Very good, sir," he says through a mouthful of blood, praising his for his deadly blow.

However, the dragonborn's conviction flares up again = he's still alive, he still has things he needs to do, he can and will fight until the match is called - and he charges Tarhun with a roar of battle. The first strike is a direct hit. The second strike to his legs is spot on. The third, a reckless blow that would leave an inexperienced soldier wide open, is devestatingly accurate. He doesn't suffer for it - rather, he is emboldened by his success, and his faith becomes his shield.

Torinn stands ready for Tarhun's next attack.


shift to K-20
Fail save against poison with divine mettle: http://orokos.com/roll/319017 (8)
charge with Ardent Strike http://orokos.com/roll/319018 (43,23) divine sanction
free action: trip-up: http://orokos.com/roll/319019 (38,21) and slow on hit
action point: brash strike (http://orokos.com/roll/319020 CRIT) (http://orokos.com/roll/319021 34 damage) and +5 to defensessaving throw: http://orokos.com/roll/319022 (10)

>> No. 77416 edit
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Though Torinn's divine power ends up being insufficient to shield him from the lingering effects of Tarhun's poison, he surges forward regardless. As he moves, the vanquisher takes advantage of an opening, using the reach of his spear to his advantage, piercing Torinn's armor on the flank and causing him to spit blood as he brings his blade down upon his foe. However, Tarhun's over-extension leaves him wide open for Torinn to score a solid strike against the vanquisher's scale, knocking him briefly off-balance. Torinn then digs into his reserves of strength, and his faith guides the strike that works its way between the metallic scales of Tarhun's armor, and stabs into the dragonborn's flank. Though the vanquisher quickly pulls away and twists out of the strike, this gives Torinn time to draw back and adopt a defensive stance, with divine power bolstering him as he does so.

Bahamut's power surges through Torinn's body, and he can feel his wounds close as his armor shifts to cover the exposed area, so those viewing the battle from the outside cannot see. Theskan watches with great interest as the battle proceeds and Tarhun again strikes twice with his longspear, resulting in two resounding blows against Torinn's shield. Though Torinn feels the poison from Tarhun's blood continue to sap his strength, it's a drop in the bucket compared to the divine rejuvenation provided to him by his god.

Torinn's divine mettle granted saving throw fails.
Torinn shifts back 1 square, then charges, provoking an opportunity attack due to Tarhun's threatening reach, and Tarhun's longspear scores a critical hit for 29 damage. Torinn is bloodied. Torinn's ardent strike hits for 23 damage, and his triggered trip up hits for 21 damage. Tarhun is subject to Torinn's divine sanction and slowed until the end of Torinn's next turn.
Torinn spends an action point! Torinn uses brash strike, scoring a critical hit for 34 damage. Torinn successfully saves against ongoing poison damage.
The man with the canaries uses Bahamut's Mercy, allowing Torinn to spend a healing surge and regain an additional 25 hit points, for a total of 50 hit points. He also directs a new canary to Torinn's side.
Vanquisher Tarhun uses double attack, missing Torinn twice with his longspear (once due to the defense bonus granted to Torinn from harlquin style, once with a natural 1).
Torinn begins his turn in poisonous blood and takes ongoing 10 poison damage (save ends).


Initiative
The Man with the Canaries (Ally): 40
Vanquisher Tarhun (Opponent): 28
Torinn Tormine (Astaroth): 22

Players and Allies
Torinn Tormine (Astaroth): (K-18) 79/89 HP, resist 5 necrotic, Bahamut's Blessing, ongoing 10 poison damage (save ends)
The Man with the Canaries (Ally): (N-13) incorporeal form, 6 canaries remaining

Enemies
Vanquisher Tarhun (Opponent): (K-17) -78 HP, divine sanction, slowed

Neutral
Commander Theskan (Neutral): (I-13)
Dragonborn Guard 1 (Neutral): (J-4)
Dragonborn Guard 2 (Neutral): (M-4)
Dragonborn Guard 3 (Neutral): (J-22)
Dragonborn Guard 4 (Neutral): (M-22)
Rutger (Ally): (K/L-24/25)

Notes
Neutral parties are not involved in the combat.
The Man with the Canaries can expend one canary per round to make an attack that hits instead miss. The Man with the Canaries is cannot be perceived in any way except by Torinn.
Bahamut's Blessing gives a +10 bonus to attack rolls, damage rolls, and skill checks.
>> No. 77417 edit
>>77416
Torinn blocks Tarhun's assault, and punishes him for his recklessness. With the divine power granted by Bahamut, Torinn finds the strength to catch Tarhun's attack and pivot him around, then slam him into the ground. He invokes a prayer that fills him with even greater strength, and adopts a stance to take advantage of any opening Tarhun makes. He will not hold back - he owes the Vanquisher that much. Which is why he channels some of his own life into a powerful blow against Tarhun, the blow resounding across the grounds.

Torinn may have overextended himself somewhat, and can't shake off the poison. But he shows no fear to his opponent.


Use Disciplined Counter on second miss (http://orokos.com/roll/319033 32, 26) and throw slide Tarhun 2 squares to K-19, he grants combat advantage until the end of my next turn, which is now
Use Wrath of the Gods to gain a +5 power bonus to damage rolls
Use Rain of Steel to enter the 1[W] auto-damage stance
Use Blood of the Mighty (http://orokos.com/roll/319034 45, 42) and take 5 damage
Saving throw (http://orokos.com/roll/319037 2)

>> No. 77418 edit
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Tarhun is tossed about by Torinn's quick counterstrike, and though he falls briefly to one knee he pulls himself to his feet, though in the time this gives Torinn, the paladin has infused his blade with divine power and adopted a warrior's battle stance. Torinn uses his own pain to fuel a powerful blow which slashes through Tarhun's armor, and the vanquisher's blood splatters across the ground and splashes Torinn. Theskan winces, but allows the duel to continue, even as Torinn strikes yet again at Tarhun with his blade as the vanquisher struggles to regain his composure.

The man with the canaries is silent, but seems to look on Torinn approvingly as Tarhun adopts the same look. "Good, very good," the vanquisher praises. "Now it's my turn!" Issuing forth a mighty battle cry and fueled by the sight of his own blood, he spews forth another wave of poison, engulfing Torinn completely this time, and Torinn finds his fortitude weakened by the vanquisher's breath weapon. Immediately Tarhun turns his fury into a pair of reckless stabs with his longspear, but neither finds an exposed region, as Torinn's plate mail provides him enough defense to ward off the blows.

Unfortunately, Torinn's armor provides no defense against the vanquisher's poisonous blood, which is now splattered all over the paladin. He can feel his own blood begin to ooze from his mouth, and both combatants are now bloody and battered in appearance. Neither seems to falter in the slightest in their stance, however, as both grip their weapons tightly and stare at their opponent with grim determination.

When Tarhun misses, Torinn uses disciplined counter, hitting for 26 damage and sliding Tarhun 2 squares.
Torinn uses rain of steel to enter the stance, and uses wrath of the gods to gain a +5 power bonus to damage rolls until the end of the encounter. Torinn uses blood of the mighty, hitting for 42 damage. Torinn takes 5 damage. Vanquisher Tarhun is bloodied, and uses blood of the dragon. Until the end of the encounter, he gains a +2 bonus to attack rolls and can use dragon breath at-will.
The man with the canaries passes on his turn.
Vanquisher Tarhun takes 24 damage at the start of his turn. Tarhun uses dragon breath, hitting Torinn for 16 poison damage, and Torinn becomes vulnerable 5 poison until the end of Tarhun's next turn.
Tarhun uses double attack, missing Torinn with his longspear twice.
Torinn begins his turn in the poisonous blood aura and takes ongoing 20 poison damage (save ends), increased to 25 from his poison vulnerability. He is bloodied.


Initiative
The Man with the Canaries (Ally): 40
Vanquisher Tarhun (Opponent): 28
Torinn Tormine (Astaroth): 22

Players and Allies
Torinn Tormine (Astaroth): (K-18) 33/89 HP (Bloodied), resist 5 necrotic, Bahamut's Blessing, ongoing 20 poison damage (save ends), +5 power bonus to damage rolls, rain of steel, vulnerable 5 poison
The Man with the Canaries (Ally): (N-13) incorporeal form, 6 canaries remaining

Enemies
Vanquisher Tarhun (Opponent): (K-19) -170 HP (Bloodied), blood of the dragon, marked

Neutral
Commander Theskan (Neutral): (I-13)
Dragonborn Guard 1 (Neutral): (J-4)
Dragonborn Guard 2 (Neutral): (M-4)
Dragonborn Guard 3 (Neutral): (J-22)
Dragonborn Guard 4 (Neutral): (M-22)
Rutger (Ally): (K/L-24/25)

Notes
Neutral parties are not involved in the combat.
The Man with the Canaries can expend one canary per round to make an attack that hits instead miss. The Man with the Canaries is cannot be perceived in any way except by Torinn.
Bahamut's Blessing gives a +10 bonus to attack rolls, damage rolls, and skill checks.
>> No. 77419 edit
>>77418
Torinn is winded and wounded, taking heaving breaths to keep air in his lungs. He inhales, and then expels a blast of lightning at Tarhun. He hits again with a seemingly reckless attack that somehow leaves no openings, drawing on his faith to shield him, and to chastise Tarhun. "I know you're better than this, Tarhun!" he yells earnestly. "Don't let your pride hold you back; fight me with everything you have!"

Dragon Breath: http://orokos.com/roll/319041 (31, 25)
Brash Strike + Mocking Smite: http://orokos.com/roll/319042 (38, 32 plus 5 psychic and radiant damage) +5 defenses, and effectively invisible
Saving throw: http://orokos.com/roll/319045 (5)
Rain of steel damage roll: http://orokos.com/roll/319048 (23)


Last edited at 15/08/22(Sat)21:40:49
>> No. 77420 edit
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Torinn's electrifying breath likewise engulfs the vanquisher, and though Tarhun remains resolute in the face of the lightning energy, he is visible twitching erratically afterwards. Calling again on divine power to infuse his sword, Torinn launches another reckless attack and simultaneously raises his shield in defense, warding off potential counter-attack. The power of his smite knocks Torinn right out of the vanquisher's field of vision, and as another blow rains down upon him, Tarhun yells, "ENOUGH!" Looking to Theskan, he says, "I yield! Torinn is victorious!"

A look that almost appears to be disappointment briefly flashes across Theskan's face, but he nods, and signals to end the duel. "Very well! Victory to Torinn Tormine!" Grasping Torinn's sword-arm, Theskan raises it into the air, which also lifts the dragonborn's sword high in triumph. Vanquisher Tarhun looks around warily, still unable to see the dragonborn paladin, but he holds his weapon forward with both hands in a stance that is only one of defense, not attack.

The main with the canaries again rejuvenates the paladin, and his voice whispers in Torinn's ear, "Remain vigilant. The cloying stench of deception lingers still."

Torinn uses dragon breath, hitting Vanquisher Tarhun for 25 lightning damage, and Tarhun is sanctioned until the end of Torinn's next turn.
Torinn uses brash strike with mocking smite, hitting for 32 damage plus 5 radiant and psychic damage. Torinn gains a +5 bonus to all defenses and is invisible to Tarhun until the end of his next turn.
The man with the canaries uses Bahmaut's Mercy, allowing Torinn to spend a healing surge and regain 50 hit points.
Vanquisher Tarhun takes 23 damage from rain of steel. Vanquisher Tarhun yields.


Initiative
The Man with the Canaries (Ally): 40
Vanquisher Tarhun (Opponent): 28
Torinn Tormine (Astaroth): 22

Players and Allies
Torinn Tormine (Astaroth): (K-18) 83/89 HP, resist 5 necrotic, Bahamut's Blessing, ongoing 20 poison damage (save ends), +5 power bonus to damage rolls, rain of steel, vulnerable 5 poison, +5 to all defenses and invisible to Vanquisher Tarhun
The Man with the Canaries (Ally): (N-13) incorporeal form, 6 canaries remaining

Enemies
Vanquisher Tarhun (Opponent): (K-19) -255 HP (Bloodied), blood of the dragon, marked

Neutral
Commander Theskan (Neutral): (J-17)
Dragonborn Guard 1 (Neutral): (J-4)
Dragonborn Guard 2 (Neutral): (M-4)
Dragonborn Guard 3 (Neutral): (J-22)
Dragonborn Guard 4 (Neutral): (M-22)
Rutger (Ally): (K/L-24/25)

Notes
Neutral parties are not involved in the combat.
The Man with the Canaries can expend one canary per round to make an attack that hits instead miss. The Man with the Canaries is cannot be perceived in any way except by Torinn.
Bahamut's Blessing gives a +10 bonus to attack rolls, damage rolls, and skill checks.
>> No. 77421 edit
>>77420
With his arm held up in triumph, Torinn is relieved for all of a moment before recieving a warning from the old man. He inspects his surroundings and the people around him as carefully as he can, his senses heightened by the blessing of his god.

What's wrong with this picture, Torinn thinks as he takes everything in.


Perception and insight on surroundings: http://orokos.com/roll/319050 (34 and 23)
>> No. 77422 edit
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Torinn barely has time to scan his surroundings before he hears a faint voice calling his name, "TORINN! TOOOR-INNN!"

Theskan releases the paladin's hand as a halfling woman comes charging across the bridge, running past both guards and throwing open the gate before coming to a sudden stop just short of the group, slapping her hands to her legs as she bends over and pants desperately. "Torinn..." she gasps, very clearly out of breath. "That prisoner... the one we interrogated... she's escaped..."

Tarhun, now able to see the paladin, looks to the halfling, then expectantly towards Torinn, as if asking for an explanation. Torinn does not sense an obvious deception, and he certainly can't see it, but the halfling's words are doubtless troubling. The two dragonborn guards by the western gate begin to move cautiously towards Fiona, as if unsure what to make of the spectacle.
>> No. 77423 edit
>>77422
Torinn grits his teeth in anger for a moment, then forces himself to calm down. He explains to Tarhun, "We interrogated one of the cultists earlier. Under supervision," he adds, "it's how we found the warehouse and the physical evidence."

He whirls about on Fiona, keeping as calm as he possibly can after everything that's happened today, and asks, "Where was she last seen?"

diplomacy to keep everyone out of trouble and to get answers: http://orokos.com/roll/319052 (26)

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"She never... she was never seen after she was brought out... for interrogation," Fiona says, drawing a deep breath and looking up towards one of the dragonborn with an angry expression.

"There's only one person who was involved in movin' her from the prison to the warehouse... and he never reported any problems!" she halfling woman spits accusingly, staring down the dragonborn with rust-colored scales.
>> No. 77425 edit
>>77424
The paladin turns to Theskan expectantly. "Mister Theskan," he asks, not yet accusingly, "what did you do with the prisoner?"

insight on Theskan: http://orokos.com/roll/319053 (25)
>> No. 77426 edit
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Theskan shrugs nonchalantly, then grins wickedly and replies, "Well, I suppose now is as good a time as any to tell you." As he speaks, his form stretches and melts into a green, scaly wide, and two enormous wings sprout from his back. His dragonborn features give way to those of a true dragon, massive in size and with a prominent horn protruding forward from its snout, and tendrils of poison seeping from its maw. "Now that all of the insects are in one place, where they can be squashed!" Thrilvian, the elder green dragon roars.

Tarhun barely has time to grip his longspear and resume his fighting stance before a thunderous flap announces the dragon taking wing, and though both he and Torinn swipe at its retreating form with their weapons, neither manages to land a blow against the wily green dragon. It laughs mockingly and belches forth a cloud of poisonous gas upon the vanquisher, the paladin, and the two nearby guards.

The dragon's poison breath does not seem to be immediately lethal, and Tarhun seems particularly resistant to its effects, but Torinn feels a lethargy seize his body as the poison begins to sap away at this life, and he is nearly helpless watching as the green dragon descends upon Fiona and the two guards to the west, claws and teeth at the ready. Tarhun roars through the cloud of poison, largely unaffected, "DRAGON!"

"Despair not, child!" resounds the voice of the man with the canaries. Suddenly, Torinn feels completely cleansed of the poison, and notices one of the eastern guards is also cleansed. The canaries around the old sage begin to scatter--two remain close, but one moves over to the dragon and transforms into the spiritual body of a golden wyrm. Though smaller than the green dragon, it looms over Thrilvian's form and causes the green dragon to roar and twist its head towards the newfound threat, and the dragon suddenly becomes empowered by Bahamut's blessing, and the vanquisher seems affected as well, though he appears too distracted by the green dragon to notice. Finally, the two canaries flutter towards Fiona, and one dissolves into golden dust that covers both the cowering halfling woman and the looming green dragon. The green dragon is at once stunned and falls heavily to the ground, its claws digging grooves into the cobblestone bridge. Fiona begins to hover above the ground, and what appear to be shimmering golden wings erupt from her back. "Instruct her to flee, I will protect her as she escapes!"

Thrilvian can do little but shake off the sudden divine onslaught, seemingly confused about the origin of the attack, and Tarhun begins barking out orders, "YOU!" he points to the eastern pair of guards, "Man the tower! Ready the snares and dragonkillers! YOU" He points to the western set of guards, "Go to the city and rally the Lance Defenders, a dragon is attacking! YOU!" he points to Fiona, "Escape, and warn the citizens! Torinn and I will hold it here!" The vanquisher attempts to close the gap with the dragon, though it's clear the dragon's poisonous breath is still badly affecting him, and slowing his movements. He breathes in deep, and attempts to recover his strength.

Torinn now feels empowered by the vanquisher's presence rather than poisoned by his blood.

Thilvian's instinctive flyby allows it to use flyby attack, allowing it to fly 10 squares and use breath weapon at any point during the move. Torinn's opportunity attack misses but marks Thrilvian. Vanquisher Tarhun's opportunity attack with his longspear misses too, but only because Thrilvian has a +4 bonus to all defenses against opportunity attacks during this movement. Thrilvian's breath weapon hits Torinn, Tarhun, and both dragonborn guards for 16 poison damage, and they are all slowed and take ongoing 15 poison damage (save ends both). Tarhun resists 10 poison damage. Thrilvian finishes its flight near the western guards and Fiona.
The man with the canaries uses Bahamut's cleansing, ending the save-ends poison effect on Torinn and one of the dragonborn guards. The man with the canaries uses summon gold dragon spirit, expending one canary to summon a gold dragon spirit near and above Thrilvian. He then uses Bahamut's blessing on Vanquisher Tarhun and the gold dragon spirit.
The man with the canaries spends an action point! The man with the canaries uses gold dragon rescue on Fiona, expending one canary, and hitting Thrilvian. Thrilvian is stunned (save ends), and Fiona gains a fly speed of 10 until the end of her next turn.
Thrilvian loses its turn due to being stunned, and the effect ends at the end of turn due to action recovery.
Vanquisher Tarhun takes ongoing 15 poison damage (reduced to 5) and moves 2 squares. Vanquisher Tarhun uses his second wind, spending a healing surge to regain 73 hit points and gaining a +2 bonus to all defenses until his next turn. He successfully saves against ongoing damage and slow, but suffers the aftereffect of slowed (save ends).


Initiative
Thrilvian, Elder Green Dragon (Instinctive Flyby): 44
The Man with the Canaries (Ally): 40
Thrilvian, Elder Green Dragon (Enemy): 34
Vanquisher Tarhun (Opponent): 28
Torinn Tormine (Astaroth): 22
Guards and Fiona (Allies): 10

Players and Allies
Torinn Tormine (Astaroth): (K-18) 57/89 HP, resist 5 necrotic, Bahamut's Blessing, +5 power bonus to damage rolls, rain of steel
The Man with the Canaries (Ally): (N-13) incorporeal form, 6 canaries remaining
Vanquisher Tarhun (Opponent): (K-19) -193 HP (Bloodied), resist 10 poison, blood of the dragon, slowed (save ends), Bahamut's blessing
Dragonborn Guard 1 (Neutral): (J-4)
Dragonborn Guard 2 (Neutral): (M-4)
Dragonborn Guard 3 (Neutral): (J-22) -16 HP
Dragonborn Guard 4 (Neutral): (M-22) -16 HP, slowed and ongoing 15 poison damage (save ends both)
Rutger (Ally): (K/L-24/25)
Fiona (Non-combatant): (L-11) fly 10
Gold Dragon Spirit 1 (Summoned Ally): (K/L-7/8, Elevation 4) 120/120 HP, 34 all defenses, Bahamut's blessing

Enemies
Thrilvian, Elder Green Dragon (Enemy): (J/L-8/10) marked (Torinn)

Notes
The Man with the Canaries can expend one canary per round to make an attack that hits instead miss. The Man with the Canaries is cannot be perceived in any way except by Torinn.
Bahamut's Blessing gives a +10 bonus to attack rolls, damage rolls, and skill checks.
Vanquisher's Presence gives allies in the aura 5 a +1 power bonus to speed and +3 power bonus to healing surge value. Bloodied allies in the aura gain a +5 bonus to damage rolls.
Blood of the dragon gives Vanquisher Tarhun a +2 bonus to attack rolls and allows him to use dragon breath at-will.
>> No. 77427 edit
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Torinn: (Nature) Blessed with divine insight, Torinn understands the nature of an elder green dragon. While known as forest-dwellers, green dragons are also known for their penchant for deceit and manipulation, and as a result are often found lairing in the ruins of fallen civilizations as well (green dragons possess forest walk). Green dragons are among the most likely of all dragons to assume a humanoid guise in order to infiltrate nearby humanoid communities, often both personally and through proxy. While some green dragons have long-sighted, complex plans that they enact through these deceptions, many do it simply because they enjoy the process. Intrigue and guile are the primary weapons of the green dragon, as they do no relish physical combat as much as some of the other chromatics.

Despite this, an elder green dragon such as Thrilvian is still an incredibly dangerous and powerful opponent (a level 19 solo skirmisher, it has a land speed of 10 and a fly speed of 14, and possesses darkvision). More than any other dragon, they favor swooping dive-bomb like attacks to wear foes down from the air, and are at most at home in the forest where the canopy gives them additional cover while airborne (flyby attack is a standard action recharge power, allowing the dragon to fly 10 squares and use bite or breath weapon (if it is recharged) at any point during the move). Green dragons harry their prey until it is so overcome with the dragon's poison that it slows to a crawl (instinctive flyby allows the dragon to use flyby attack on an initiative of 10 + its initiative count as a free action, even if it's not recharged. If a stunning or dominating effect prevents it from taking free actions, that effect ends instead of the dragon making the attack). In the event that the dragon itself is wounded in close combat, its foes would find its blood most disagreeable as well (poisonous wounds is an aura 1, when the dragon is bloodied, any enemy that ends its turn in the aura takes ongoing 10 poison damage (save ends), which increases to 20 if the creature is bloodied).

As a dragon, Thrilvian also possesses an incredible resistance to mentally damaging attacks (action recovery removes dazing, dominating, or stunning effects from the dragon at the end of each of its turns). In addition, the dragon's own gaze is a powerful charm that allows it to re-position its foes to one more to the dragon's liking (luring gaze is a close blast 10 charm attack against Will that the dragon can use once per turn as a minor action. If it hits, the dragon slides the target 3 squares. Cunning glance allows the dragon to use this attack as an immediate reaction against an enemy within 2 squares of the dragon that shifts). The dragon's breath is a powerful blast of poison that lingers for some time, harming and slowing the dragon's enemies for a very long period of time (the dragon's breath weapon is a close blast 5 against Fortitude, dealing poison damage on a hit, and enemies hit by the attack also take ongoing 15 poison damage and are slowed (save ends both). As an aftereffect, the target is again slowed (save ends). There is no miss effect). When wounded, the dragon will again utilize its breath weapon against worthy opponents (bloodied breath allows the dragon to recharge and use its breath weapon without using an action when first bloodied). And while the dragon's bite and claws might seem mundane compared to all of that, they should still be rightly feared (both bite and claw have a ranged of melee 3, bite deals damage plus poison damage on a hit, and still deals some poison damage on a miss, and is the dragon's basic attack. Claw can target one or two creatures, and when targeting one, is two attacks. Bite and claw target a creature's AC. On each hit, the dragon deals some damage and can shift 2 squares).
>> No. 77428 edit
>>77426
With Bahamut's blessing, Torinn gains uncanny insight into the nature of his enemy. He's intimidated at first - it's stronger than anything he's fought, save for Daragoth, and he had to escape for that battle. But Torinn buckles down, determined to see this enemy defeated. This enemy is threatening his homeland, and he will not let it get away with that.

Whistling sharply, Torinn calls for Rutger. The big cat rears back, then leaps into the sky. As it rises, it is enveloped in a bright light, its form shifting and changing until, at its apex, two large, feathery wings erupt from its back. Where 'it' is no longer a large cat; 'it' is now a large, winged horse, its body a silvery white. A single, powerful flap of its wings scatters plumage and propels Rutger to Torinn's side.

Torinn leaps into the saddle, thanks to Bahamut's magic, and readies his sword. Rutger rears back, then charges at the giant dragon, using its wings to give them a burst of speed. Torinn himself controls his anger at what the green dragon had done, and channels it into his attack. A direct hit threatens the dragon with divine retribution if it does anything other than attacking him.

While he has the dragon's attention, Torinn looks to Fiona and the guards and says,
"Do as Tarhun says! Run!"

Dragon knowledge check http://orokos.com/roll/319227 (35)
Rutger assumes celestial pegasus form and flies to J/K-16/17
Get on Rutger
Charge Thrilvian at J/K-11/12 with Ardent Strike http://orokos.com/roll/319241 (47, 31) and Thrilvian is sanctioned
Rain of Steel damage roll http://orokos.com/roll/319242 (19)

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The battle cat transforms into a majestic celestial pegasus, dashing to Torinn's side and letting him mount the creature. With a battle cry, Torinn surges forward, driving his blade deep into the dragon's flank. The guards begin to rush to their duties, and the guard cleansed of the poison manages to open the tower door. Fiona shrieks as she flies away on the golden wings, and even though the dragon snaps at her as she retreats, the canary fluttering near her disappears and drives the dragon back, such that she only catches a whiff of poison from the snapping maw.

With another beat of its wings, Thrilvian swoops away from Torinn and the golden dragon spirit, giving both an opportunity to punish it for doing so. The golden dragon slashes forth with a spiritual claw, and as it passes through the green dragon's body, a bit of its life is drained away. Torinn swipes with his sword, but the blade's tip is just barely deflected off of the green scaly armor of the dragon. The gold dragon spirit takes wing and moves in pursuit of the green dragon, even as the man with the canaries administers more rejuvenation to Tarhun and Torinn, restoring both to near-pristine condition.

Thrilvian whirls on the gold dragon pursuit with its gaze, but the metallic dragon spirit remains unmoved. Snarling, it slashes twice with its claws, giving it just enough pause for the dragon to loop back north towards the paladin and breath another blast of poison upon him and his mount. "Die, insect! Di--ARGGH!" the green dragon's taunts are cut short as a javelin pierces its neck, and then another its shoulder.

Tarhun reaches for another javelin as Torinn feels the poison slowly draining his strength and speed. "You will rue the day you attacked my city, beast!"

Rutger assumes the form of a celestial pegasus and moves. Torinn mounts Rutger then charges Thrilvian with ardent strike, hitting for 31 damage and Thrilvian is sanctioned until the end of Torinn's next turn.
Guards 3 and 4 double-run, Guard 3 manages to reach the tower door and open it. Guard 4 successfully saves against ongoing poison damage but is still slowed.
Fiona flies away, and Thrilvian takes an opportunity attack. Thrilvian takes 13 radiant damage from divine sanction, and the man with the canaries turns the bite hit into a miss, Fiona takes 10 poison damage. Fiona double-runs while flying.
Guards 1 and 2 shift, and Thrilvian elects not to use cunning glance. They then move away.
Thrilvian's instinctive flyby triggers, and it flies 10 squares, using bite, hitting Torinn for 18 damage plus ongoing 10 poison damage (save ends). This bloodies Torinn, and as it moves, it provokes opportunity attacks. The gold dragon spirit hits for 29 damage.
The man with the canaries uses Bahamut's cleansing, removing the ongoing poison damage from Torinn and the slow from Tarhun. The man with the canaries moves the gold dragon spirit. The man with the canaries uses Bahamut's mercy, Torinn spends a healing surge and regains 53 hit points, and Tarhun spends a healing surge and regains 98 hit points.
Thrilvian attacks the gold dragon spirit with its luring gaze but misses. It then attacks it with claw, hitting once for 25 damage and allowing it to shift 2 squares. It then flies back around and spends an action point, using breath weapon, which just recharged, hitting Torinn and Rutger for 19 poison damage, and they both take ongoing 15 poison damage and are slowed (save ends both) (Rutger reduces the initial damage to 9).
Tarhun stows his longspear and pulls out a javelin. He uses double attack, hurling two javelins and scoring two hits for 27 damage and 33 damage.
At the start of Torinn's turn, Torinn and Rutger take ongoing 15 poison damage (Rutger reduces to 5).


Initiative
Thrilvian, Elder Green Dragon (Instinctive Flyby): 44
The Man with the Canaries (Ally): 40
Thrilvian, Elder Green Dragon (Enemy): 34
Vanquisher Tarhun (Opponent): 28
Torinn Tormine (Astaroth): 22
Guards and Fiona (Allies): 10

Players and Allies
Torinn Tormine (Astaroth): (K-18) 55/89 HP, resist 5 necrotic, Bahamut's blessing, +5 power bonus to damage rolls, rain of steel, ongoing 15 poison damage and slowed (save ends both)
The Man with the Canaries (Ally): (N-13) incorporeal form, 3 canaries remaining
Vanquisher Tarhun (Opponent): (I-17) 199/294 HP, resist 10 poison, blood of the dragon, Bahamut's blessing
Dragonborn Guard 1 (Neutral): (J-1)
Dragonborn Guard 2 (Neutral): (M-1)
Dragonborn Guard 3 (Neutral): (J-36) -16 HP
Dragonborn Guard 4 (Neutral): (M-24) -31 HP, slowed(save ends)
Rutger (Ally): (K/L-24/25) 30/44 HP, ongoing 15 poison damage and slowed (save ends both)
Fiona (Non-combatant): (Off-map) -10 HP
Gold Dragon Spirit 1 (Summoned Ally): (P/Q-17/18, Elevation 4/5) 95/120 HP, 34 all defenses, Bahamut's blessing

Enemies
Thrilvian, Elder Green Dragon (Enemy): (F/H-13/15, Elevation 4/6) -120 HP, sanctioned (Torinn)

Notes
The Man with the Canaries can expend one canary per round to make an attack that hits instead miss. The Man with the Canaries is cannot be perceived in any way except by Torinn.
Bahamut's Blessing gives a +10 bonus to attack rolls, damage rolls, and skill checks.
Vanquisher's Presence gives allies in the aura 5 a +1 power bonus to speed and +3 power bonus to healing surge value. Bloodied allies in the aura gain a +5 bonus to damage rolls.
Blood of the dragon gives Vanquisher Tarhun a +2 bonus to attack rolls and allows him to use dragon breath at-will.
>> No. 77430 edit
>>77429
Torinn fastens himself in and prepares to deal with the dragon. At his command, Rutger flaps its wings and takes flight again. Though he's not as mobile as he'd like to be, thanks to the dragon's poison, he's more than able to close the distance between himself and Thrilvian. His sword strikes true, and the paladin hisses, "Never, ever, threaten my home!"

secure saddle
fly up two squares to K/L-11/12 elevation 2
charge to I/J-12/13 elevation 4 with Ardent Strike http://orokos.com/roll/319272 (43, 28) (save: http://orokos.com/roll/319274 9)
saving throws http://orokos.com/roll/319275 (17, 6)
Rain of Steel http://orokos.com/roll/319281 (20)

>> No. 77431 edit
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Torinn continues to chase the green dragon as it flies around the arena, again closing the gap and slashing with his blade. The guards continue to run towards the tower, with one shaking off the last lingering effects of the poison while the other enters the tower proper. The other guards continue to run back towards the city, and the halfling is now out of sight. Thrilvian attempts to bite Torinn's mount out from under him, but is completely foiled by a flash of radiant energy that distorts its senses just enough to give the pegasus enough time to fly out of the path of the snapping maw. As the dragon circles around to get a better angle of attack, it runs into Torinn's blade, and the paladin slashes a savage gash in the creature's flank, provoking something that almost sounds like a squeal from the horrendous creature.

Still hidden from the sight of all but Torinn, the man with the canaries provides succor to the mounted paladin and his steed, completely cleansing the green dragon's poison from their systems. "Torinn, my brood comes to your aid!" the sage shouts, as the gold dragon spirit roars and flies back into the fray, scoring a savage bite on the green dragon's flank. The green dragon roars in inarticulate fury, and its furious gaze gives Torinn pause--just for a moment, enough time for its charm to worm its way into the mind of his mount and force it to backpedal slightly, giving him room to lash out with his claws. One scores a savage hit across Torinn's chest that spills his blood across the platform below, and he is only spared another hit via the intervention of a disappearing canary.

With unnatural speed, the dragon circles around the platform and heads south, and higher into the skies. It isn't high enough to put it out of reach of Tarhun's javelins, however, and another two stick into the beast's belly, provoking yet another roar of pain.

Torinn moves, then charges the green dragon with ardent strike, hitting for 28 damage. His granted save fails.
Torinn saves against ongoing damage but is still slowed, and Rutger fails the saving throw.
Guard 3 enters the tower. Guard 4 runs twice, and successfully saves against being slowed. The other two guards double-run down the bridge and Fiona escapes.
Thrilvian's instinctive flyby triggers, and it attempts to bite Rutger. It misses due to the attack penalty from being sanctioned, and Thrilvian takes 13 radiant damage. Thrilvian flies, and Torinn's opportunity attack hits for 32 damage.
The man with the canaries uses Bahamut's cleansing to remove the ongoing damage and slow from Torinn and Rutger. He commands his gold dragon spirit to move, then uses its attack, which hits for 32 damage.
Thrilvian uses luring gaze, hitting and sliding Rutger away. It then uses claw, hitting once for 24 damage, and Bahamut intervenes to turn the second hit into a miss. The dragon shifts 2 squares. It then flies up to elevation 8 on the south side of the platform.
Vanquisher Tarhun moves and draws another javelin. He uses double attack, hitting twice for 23 damage and 38 damage.


Initiative
Thrilvian, Elder Green Dragon (Instinctive Flyby): 44
The Man with the Canaries (Ally): 40
Thrilvian, Elder Green Dragon (Enemy): 34
Vanquisher Tarhun (Opponent): 28
Torinn Tormine (Astaroth): 22
Guards and Fiona (Allies): 10

Players and Allies
Torinn Tormine (Astaroth): (Mounted) 31/89 HP (Bloodied), resist 5 necrotic, Bahamut's blessing, +5 power bonus to damage rolls, rain of steel
Rutger (Torinn's Mount): (J/K-11/12, Elevation 4/5) 30/44 HP
The Man with the Canaries (Ally): (N-13) incorporeal form, 2 canaries remaining
Vanquisher Tarhun (Opponent): (L-15) 199/294 HP, resist 10 poison, blood of the dragon, Bahamut's blessing
Dragonborn Guard 1 (Neutral): (Off-map)
Dragonborn Guard 2 (Neutral): (Off-map)
Dragonborn Guard 3 (Neutral): (Inside the Tower) -16 HP
Dragonborn Guard 4 (Neutral): (M-34) -31 HP
Fiona (Non-combatant): (Escaped) -10 HP
Gold Dragon Spirit 1 (Summoned Ally): (G/H-16/17, Elevation 4/5) 95/120 HP, 34 all defenses, Bahamut's blessing

Enemies
Thrilvian, Elder Green Dragon (Enemy): (O/Q-16/18, Elevation 8/10) -258 HP, sanctioned (Torinn)

Notes
The Man with the Canaries can expend one canary per round to make an attack that hits instead miss. The Man with the Canaries is cannot be perceived in any way except by Torinn.
Bahamut's Blessing gives a +10 bonus to attack rolls, damage rolls, and skill checks.
Vanquisher's Presence gives allies in the aura 5 a +1 power bonus to speed and +3 power bonus to healing surge value. Bloodied allies in the aura gain a +5 bonus to damage rolls.
Blood of the dragon gives Vanquisher Tarhun a +2 bonus to attack rolls and allows him to use dragon breath at-will.
>> No. 77432 edit
>>77431
Torinn orders his mount to pursue the dragon. Heavy wingbeats push Rutger higher and higher, past the dragon's reach until the dragon's vertical ascent is blocked off. The paladin calls out the dragon's cowardice and places a divine brand upon the beast, threatening punishment for ignoring him. Then, with surprising skill, Torinn makes an attack that should have overextended him, but instead allows him to shield himself from further harm with his faith. Upon making this blow land, his armor relieves some of his injuries, and Torinn takes up a guarded position.

Fly to P/Q-17/18 elevation 11/12
Place Divine Challenge on Thrilvian
Brash Strike http://orokos.com/roll/319319 (48, 28) and gain +5 bonus to all defenses
Free action: Heal from dwarven armor
Rain of Steel damage http://orokos.com/roll/319323


Last edited at 15/08/23(Sun)20:15:08
>> No. 77433 edit
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Torinn rides Rutger high into the air before issuing his sacred challenge, his words infused with the holy power of his diety. He dives down onto the dragon, delivering a savage strike from his longsword, which resounds off the dragon's bony head crest, which now appears to have a crack upon it. The dragon is still reeling from the blow when it is suddenly struck by a projectile attached to a heavy steel chain, fired from the nearby defense tower. As the dragon roars, the projectile explodes and smaller, thinner chains magically move to envelop one of the creature's wings, and, unable to maintain flight, it crashes to the ground, pulling the chain and the contraption with it. The other guard hurries into the tower to man the rest of the tower defenses.

"Victory is near, child," the man with the canaries says confidently, directing his gold dragon even as he issues forth his blessing to Torinn's transformed mount. The gold dragon delivers a vicious attack to the fallen green dragon, its claws tearing out the life-force of the chromatic fiend. Tarhun looks a little hesitant, as if first noticing the gold dragon spirit attacking his hated foe.

Pulling himself up, Thrilvian jerks his entire body, tearing the heavy steel chain free of the tower and shattering the smaller chains enveloping his wing. "Fools! Your paltry defenses are nothing!" He turns his gaze towards the tower with a look of pure hate. "I will force you to watch as I tear them limb--"

"TOOOR-MIN!" comes a cry accompanying three sets of footsteps running east on the bridge towards the ongoing battle.

Torinn flies Rutger close. Torinn uses divine challenge on Thrilvian.
Torinn uses brash strike, hitting for 28 damage and gaining a +5 bonus to all defenses against Thrilvian until the end of his next turn. Torinn uses dwarven armor to regain 25 hit points.
Dragonborn guards 1 and 2 continue towards the city. Dragonborn guards 4 enters the tower. Dragonborn guard 3 fires a snare, which hits Thrilvian. The elder green dragon is restrained and crashes, landing prone and taking 12 falling damage.
Thrilvian cannot take its instinctive action because it is restrained and prone.
The man with the canaries moves the gold dragon spirit and uses Bahamut's blessing on Rutger. The man with the canaries commands the gold dragon spirit to attack, and it hits for 31 damage.
Thrilvian stands from prone. Thrilvian breaks free of the snare.


Initiative
Thrilvian, Elder Green Dragon (Instinctive Flyby): 44
The Man with the Canaries (Ally): 40
Thrilvian, Elder Green Dragon (Enemy): 34
Vanquisher Tarhun (Opponent): 28
Torinn Tormine (Astaroth): 22
Guards and Fiona (Allies): 10

Players and Allies
Torinn Tormine (Astaroth): (Mounted) 56/89 HP, resist 5 necrotic, Bahamut's blessing, +5 power bonus to damage rolls, rain of steel
Rutger (Torinn's Mount): (P/Q-17/18, Elevation 11/12) 30/44 HP, Bahamut's blessing
The Man with the Canaries (Ally): (N-13) incorporeal form, 2 canaries remaining
Vanquisher Tarhun (Ally): (L-15) 199/294 HP, resist 10 poison, blood of the dragon, Bahamut's blessing
Dragonborn Guard 1 (Neutral): (Escaped)
Dragonborn Guard 2 (Neutral): (Escaped)
Dragonborn Guard 3 (Neutral): (Inside the Tower) -16 HP
Dragonborn Guard 4 (Neutral): (Inside the Tower) -31 HP
Fiona (Non-combatant): (Escaped) -10 HP
Gold Dragon Spirit 1 (Summoned Ally): (M/N-16/17) 95/120 HP, 34 all defenses, Bahamut's blessing

Enemies
Thrilvian, Elder Green Dragon (Enemy): (O/Q-16/18) -329 HP, challenged (Torinn)

Notes
The Man with the Canaries can expend one canary per round to make an attack that hits instead miss. The Man with the Canaries is cannot be perceived in any way except by Torinn.
Bahamut's Blessing gives a +10 bonus to attack rolls, damage rolls, and skill checks.
Vanquisher's Presence gives allies in the aura 5 a +1 power bonus to speed and +3 power bonus to healing surge value. Bloodied allies in the aura gain a +5 bonus to damage rolls.
Blood of the dragon gives Vanquisher Tarhun a +2 bonus to attack rolls and allows him to use dragon breath at-will.
>> No. 77434 edit
Gilgamesh, Nashu, and Hildibrand come to a halt just outside the gate leading to the duel platform. Hildibrand raises a finger and speaks, "I think we've had a break--" At this point, the human notices the dragon, and the ongoing battle, and his jaw drops. He stands there, gaping at the scene.

Gilgamesh seems to ignore the dragon and points a finger up towards the dragonborn, "Torinn Tormine, wielder of Nightfall! I hereby challenge you... TO A DUEL!!"

Hildibrand slowly looks over towards the giant man. "Um, Greg... I think he's kind of in the middle of something..."
>> No. 77435 edit
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>>77434
Torinn was so focused on the dragon that he almost doesn't hear Gilgamesh's challenge being issued. After all, it tore free from the restraints that were supposed to ground it, and it did so pretty easily. So this is what a fight with a 'real' dragon is like.

When everything Gilgamesh said registers with him, Torinn is confused. Then horrified that he -was- noticed carrying an artifact weapon. And finally...


"Help us subdue this dragon and you have a deal," he yells. If that guy is ballsy enough to challenge him to a duel, hopefully he can at least hold his own in a fight.

diplomacy: http://orokos.com/roll/319388 44

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>> No. 77436 edit
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"It hardly seems a worthy challenge..." Gilgamesh almost mutters, holding his hand out in the air. "But if a dragon stands in our way, then I shall remove it!"

With that, a weapon begins to materialize in Gilgamesh's hand, as if he is summoning it from somewhere. From its size and shape, it appears to be a greatspear, but Torinn can immediately tell this is no ordinary greatspear. The wood of the handle is a polished black, and the tip of the spear has a unique curvature to it similar to a halberd, with the metal portion glowing purple.

Gilgamesh grips the spear with both hands, then assumes a fighting stance. As he does so, Thrilvian begins to thrash wildly about, roaring something inarticulate. It thing flaps its wings heavily and, its eyes carrying something that looks like fear, flies away with all haste. Tarhun's gaze lingers briefly on the spear in Gilgamesh's hands. "Is that... Ascalon?!" As the dragon flees, the spiritual gold dragon steals some more of the creature's life energy, and it leaves behind droplets of draconic blood as it flies southwest, as far away from Gilgamesh as possible.

"Hah! The dragon flees at the mere thought of Gilgamesh entering the fray!" the red-garbed giant laughs. Tarhun regains his composure long enough to pull out his last javelin, hurling it towards the best. Snarling, he adds, "We can't let that accursed dragon escape!" and then runs towards the tower.

Thrilvian spends an action point! Thrilvian flies away, and the gold dragon spirit's opportunity attack hits it for 31 damage.
Tarhun hits Thrilvian with a javelin for 25 damage. He then runs towards the tower. This bloodies Thrilvian.


Initiative
Thrilvian, Elder Green Dragon (Instinctive Flyby): 44
The Man with the Canaries (Ally): 40
Thrilvian, Elder Green Dragon (Enemy): 34
Vanquisher Tarhun (Opponent): 28
Torinn Tormine (Astaroth): 22
Guards and Fiona (Allies): 10

Players and Allies
Torinn Tormine (Astaroth): (Mounted) 56/89 HP, resist 5 necrotic, Bahamut's blessing, +5 power bonus to damage rolls, rain of steel
Rutger (Torinn's Mount): (P/Q-17/18, Elevation 11/12) 30/44 HP, Bahamut's blessing
The Man with the Canaries (Ally): (N-13) incorporeal form, 2 canaries remaining
Vanquisher Tarhun (Ally): (L-22) 199/294 HP, resist 10 poison, blood of the dragon, Bahamut's blessing
Dragonborn Guard 1 (Neutral): (Escaped)
Dragonborn Guard 2 (Neutral): (Escaped)
Dragonborn Guard 3 (Neutral): (Inside the Tower) -16 HP
Dragonborn Guard 4 (Neutral): (Inside the Tower) -31 HP
Fiona (Non-combatant): (Escaped) -10 HP
Gold Dragon Spirit 1 (Summoned Ally): (M/N-16/17) 95/120 HP, 34 all defenses, Bahamut's blessing

Enemies
Thrilvian, Elder Green Dragon (Enemy): (AC/AE-26/28, Elevation 8/10) -385 HP (Bloodied), challenged (Torinn)

Notes
The Man with the Canaries can expend one canary per round to make an attack that hits instead miss. The Man with the Canaries is cannot be perceived in any way except by Torinn.
Bahamut's Blessing gives a +10 bonus to attack rolls, damage rolls, and skill checks.
Vanquisher's Presence gives allies in the aura 5 a +1 power bonus to speed and +3 power bonus to healing surge value. Bloodied allies in the aura gain a +5 bonus to damage rolls.
Blood of the dragon gives Vanquisher Tarhun a +2 bonus to attack rolls and allows him to use dragon breath at-will.
>> No. 77437 edit
>>77436
Torinn agrees with Tarhun completely here. He's not ready to let the dragon escape. It has to answer for what it did, and answer a lot of questions he has.

Then again, so does the man in red.
"I hope you can help actually take down this creature, sir," Torinn calls down to Gilgamesh as he drops his shield and switches to a two-handed grip on his weapon. Inciting Rutger to fly, Torinn chases down Thrilvian, looping around underneath the retreating dragon and gouging it in its surprised face as he cuts it off.

"I'm not letting you run away!" he threatens, more than ready to cut the creature off again if it tries to flee again.

Drop shield
Use longsword two-handed
Move up eight squares and drop to elevation 5
Use Flyby Attack to fly to AF/AG-26/27 elevation 10 and attack at the end of the movement http://orokos.com/roll/319517 (33, 33)
Use Glowering Threat (optional intimidate roll: http://orokos.com/roll/319522 29)


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>> No. 77438 edit
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Torinn's upwards-swooping strike catches the dragon under the neck, catching it by surprise as the dragonborn once again engages the fleeing dragon. "But... how am I supposed to reach it all the way over there?!" Gilgamesh complains. Torinn's snarling threat seems to distract the dragon, but only just barely, as it seems rather focused on escape rather than battle now.

This focus leaves it distracted as two more chains fire out of the tower and ensnare both wings. Thrilvian lets loose a wailing roar as it is pulled fifty feet and slams into the tower wall, the chains completely enveloping its body. As it struggles futility against its bonds, the man with the canaries directs the golden dragon to take wing and close the gap between it and the green dragon, though it falls victim to a desperate gaze attack, which lures it just slightly in the wrong direction. Noting that Torinn and Rutger seem to be suffering ill effects from the dragon's poisonous blood, the man gestures, cleanses them of this lingering affliction.

"Keep it snared! I will man the dragonkiller!" Tarhun commands, rushing into the tower.

Torinn drops his shield and holds his longsword two-handed. Torinn moves, then uses flyby attack, hitting with his melee basic attack for 32 damage.
Guard 3 uses a snare on Thrilvian, and hits, pulling the green dragon adjacent to the tower. The dragon is restrained.
Torinn ends his turn adjacent to the green dragon and takes ongoing 10 poison damage (save ends). Rutger is also affected.
Guard 4 uses another snare on the dragon, and hits, which makes it more difficult for the dragon to escape.
Thrivlian is unable to use flyby attack because it is restrained.
The man with the canaries moves the gold dragon spirit twice, and uses Bahamut's cleansing on Torinn and Rutger, removing their ongoing poison damage.
Thrilvian fails to escape from the snare twice. He uses luring gaze and hits the gold dragon spirit, sliding it 3 squares.
Vanquisher Tarhun runs twice, and enters the tower.


Initiative
Thrilvian, Elder Green Dragon (Instinctive Flyby): 44
The Man with the Canaries (Ally): 40
Thrilvian, Elder Green Dragon (Enemy): 34
Vanquisher Tarhun (Opponent): 28
Torinn Tormine (Astaroth): 22
Guards and Fiona (Allies): 10

Players and Allies
Torinn Tormine (Astaroth): (Mounted) 56/89 HP, resist 5 necrotic, Bahamut's blessing, +5 power bonus to damage rolls, rain of steel
Rutger (Torinn's Mount): (AF/AG-26/27, Elevation 10/11) 30/44 HP, Bahamut's blessing
The Man with the Canaries (Ally): (N-13) incorporeal form, 2 canaries remaining
Vanquisher Tarhun (Ally): (Inside the tower) 199/294 HP, resist 10 poison, blood of the dragon, Bahamut's blessing
Dragonborn Guard 1 (Neutral): (Escaped)
Dragonborn Guard 2 (Neutral): (Escaped)
Dragonborn Guard 3 (Neutral): (Inside the Tower) -16 HP
Dragonborn Guard 4 (Neutral): (Inside the Tower) -31 HP
Fiona (Non-combatant): (Escaped) -10 HP
Gold Dragon Spirit 1 (Summoned Ally): (O/P-33/34) 95/120 HP, 34 all defenses, Bahamut's blessing

Enemies
Thrilvian, Elder Green Dragon (Enemy): (T/V-37/39, Elevation 8/10) -417 HP (Bloodied), challenged (Torinn), glowring threat, restrained

Notes
The Man with the Canaries can expend one canary per round to make an attack that hits instead miss. The Man with the Canaries is cannot be perceived in any way except by Torinn.
Bahamut's Blessing gives a +10 bonus to attack rolls, damage rolls, and skill checks.
Vanquisher's Presence gives allies in the aura 5 a +1 power bonus to speed and +3 power bonus to healing surge value. Bloodied allies in the aura gain a +5 bonus to damage rolls.
Blood of the dragon gives Vanquisher Tarhun a +2 bonus to attack rolls and allows him to use dragon breath at-will.
>> No. 77439 edit
>>77438
With his health restored, Torinn prepares himself for the worst as he puts away his sunblade. He draws the greatsword Nightfall from his pack, somehow returned to its original form, and wields it.

As scary as the circumstances surrounding it are, right now it just seems like a very big, sharp sword. And that's what Torinn needs. Rutger whinnies as Torinn clutches the heavy sword in both hands, wind surging past as they rush forward and upward, towards the downed dragon without providing it any cover. From above, Torinn descends upon the dragon like the wrath of an angry god and smites it with the terrible greatsword.


Put away Sunblade, draw Nightfall
Move to AA/AB-34/35 elevation 12
Charge Thrilvian with Ardent Strike using Nightfall at X/Y-38/39 elevation 8, but do not sanction http://orokos.com/roll/319551 (42, 29)
Rain of Steel damage roll: http://orokos.com/roll/319554 (27)

>> No. 77440 edit
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Torinn takes the Fell King's greatsword in his hands, and contrary to his concerns, he feels no darkness attempting to overpower his mind. The blade strikes true as Rutger carries him forward and he drives it into the dragon's exposed neck, spilling more of its poisonous blood against the tower wall--and exposing himself to a bit more of it, which seems quite bad for his health.

There is a cranking noise inside as the snares are wound to attempt to restrain the dragon against its attempts to escape. The gold dragon spirit is soundless, but opens its mouth as if roaring as it dives back towards Thrilvian and slashes a spiritual claw across the green dragon's flank. Torinn's fighting stance allows him to rain yet another blow down upon the green dragon, Nightfall slashing scales off the dragon as easily as peeling an apple. Thrilvian determines that continuing to struggle against these snares is pointless, and he opens his maw, tendrils of green gaseous poison wrapping themselves together within. Torinn is forced back by the dragon's powerful, charming gaze, and then both he and Rutger are briefly overwhelmed by the enormous cloud of poison that strikes them with full-force, before he feels the man with the canaries restoring the vigor of both himself and his mount.

Despite this, however, the lingering effects of the breath's poison continue to sap away at Torinn's reserves of strength. Then, suddenly, an enormous metal bolt is loosed from slightly higher in the tower--Torinn spots Tarhun manning what appears to be a giant harpoon gun on one of the tower's defensive windows, which has just opened. The metal bolt strikes the dragon in the neck, and Thrilvian reels in pain from the blow. "I will see your body broken across the parapets of this city, dragon!" the vanquisher snarls.

Gilgamesh jogs towards the tower, and yells, "That blade! That is surely the blade I seek!" He points up towards Torinn as he says this, and Hildibrand appears shocked.

Torinn draws Nightfall, then moves and charges Thrilvian with ardent strike. He hits for 29 damage. Torinn ends his turn in the aura and takes ongoing 10 poison damage (save ends), as does Rutger.
The guards maintain the snares to hold the dragon in place.
Thrilvian is still unable to use instinctive flyby due to being restrained.
The man with the canaries commands his gold dragon spirit to move then attack, hitting for 30 damage. The man with the canaries readies an action. Thrilvian takes 27 damage from rain of steel.
Thrilvian attempts to escape, but fails. Thrilvian uses luring gaze on Torinn, sliding him 3 squares (reduced to 2). Thrilvian uses breath weapon, hitting Torinn and Rutger for 23 poison damage (Rutger reduces to 13), and both take ongoing 15 poison damage and are slowed (save ends both). The man with the canaries uses his readied action of bahamut's mercy, allowing both Torinn and Rutger to spend a healing surge, Torinn regains 50 hit points and Rutger regains 36 hit points. This ongoing damage overwrites the previous ongoing 10 damage.
Vanquisher Tarhun fires a dragonkiller. It is a hit because the dragon is double-snared, and Thrilvian takes 88 damage.
At the start of Torinn's turn, he and Rutger take ongoing 15 poison damage (Rutger reduces to 5).


Initiative
Thrilvian, Elder Green Dragon (Instinctive Flyby): 44
The Man with the Canaries (Ally): 34+1
Thrilvian, Elder Green Dragon (Enemy): 34
Vanquisher Tarhun (Opponent): 28
Torinn Tormine (Astaroth): 22
Guards and Fiona (Allies): 10

Players and Allies
Torinn Tormine (Astaroth): (Mounted) 69/89 HP, resist 5 necrotic, Bahamut's blessing, +5 power bonus to damage rolls, rain of steel, ongoing 15 poison damage and slowed (save ends both)
Rutger (Torinn's Mount): (X/Y-36/37, Elevation 6/7) 39/44 HP, resist 5 to all damage, 10 against area and close attacks, Bahamut's blessing, ongoing 15 poison damage and slowed (save ends both)
The Man with the Canaries (Ally): (N-13) incorporeal form, 2 canaries remaining
Vanquisher Tarhun (Ally): (Inside the tower) 199/294 HP, resist 10 poison, blood of the dragon, Bahamut's blessing
Dragonborn Guard 1 (Neutral): (Escaped)
Dragonborn Guard 2 (Neutral): (Escaped)
Dragonborn Guard 3 (Neutral): (Inside the Tower) -16 HP
Dragonborn Guard 4 (Neutral): (Inside the Tower) -31 HP
Fiona (Non-combatant): (Escaped) -10 HP
Gold Dragon Spirit 1 (Summoned Ally): (R/S-37/38, Elevation 8) 95/120 HP, 34 all defenses, Bahamut's blessing

Enemies
Thrilvian, Elder Green Dragon (Enemy): (T/V-37/39, Elevation 8/10) -591 HP (Bloodied), challenged (Torinn), glowring threat, restrained

Notes
The Man with the Canaries can expend one canary per round to make an attack that hits instead miss. The Man with the Canaries is cannot be perceived in any way except by Torinn.
Bahamut's Blessing gives a +10 bonus to attack rolls, damage rolls, and skill checks.
Vanquisher's Presence gives allies in the aura 5 a +1 power bonus to speed and +3 power bonus to healing surge value. Bloodied allies in the aura gain a +5 bonus to damage rolls.
Blood of the dragon gives Vanquisher Tarhun a +2 bonus to attack rolls and allows him to use dragon breath at-will.
>> No. 77441 edit
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>>77440
Close enough to victory now, Torinn presses on in spite of the danger to his health. Unfortunately, his reckless cleave fails to hit the dragon this time, though he prepares to attack again if the golden dragon attacks Thrilvian. Rather than let this be all, Torinn uses his holy symbol to force the dragon to obey his code of honor - it cannot attack his mount or his allies, only him. Shaking off the worst of the affliction, Torinn growls, "No tricks, no deception, no escape - your life ends here, Thrilvian; I'll make it quick."

Move to W/X-36/37
Miss with Bedeviling Assault http://orokos.com/roll/319574 but get an attack if an ally hits with a melee attack
Use Symbol of the Champion's Code on the dragon
Saving throws http://orokos.com/roll/319576 (13, 14)
Rain of Steel damage: http://orokos.com/roll/319575 (23)


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>> No. 77442 edit
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Torinn's holy symbol glows as he calls upon its power and closes with the green dragon once more. Torinn again swings Nightfall, but his inexperience with the blade works against him, and he can't make it penetrate the dragon's toughened exterior, even with his god's blessing and it being unable to dodge due to the restraints. However, a fire enters Torinn's eyes, and he looks ready to strike again, soon.

The guards continue to crank the snares to keep the dragon restrained, and it thrashes wildly, yelling, "NO! You cannot keep me like this forever, feeble creatures! I will escape and have my revenge!" As the gold dragon again lashes out towards the chromatic dragon, Torinn attempts to strike in tandem, but his blade again can't find its mark. Finally, Torinn holds the blade overhead and brings it down as he feels the last bits of the dragon's poison cleansed from from his body. This blow strikes true, and Torinn can feel the green dragon's gaze fix itself on his face.

"Bring it over here! I'll stick it in its belly!" Gilgamesh boasts, as Torinn again finds himself charmed away from Thrilvian by his enchanting gaze. Rather than lash out this time around, the dragon twists its body savagely and utterly breaks both snares, flapping away from the tower and roaring.

"Belay that! Get those snares back on the dragon!" Tarhun orders, reloading the dragonkiller for another shot.

Torinn moves and uses symbol of the champion's code on Thrilvian.
Torinn uses bedeviling assault but misses Thrilvian. He gains the effect until the end of the encounter.
Torinn and Rutger succeed on their saving throws, and are thus only slowed (save ends). They end their turns in the aura and take ongoing 10 poison damage.
Guards maintain the snares. Thrilvian cannot use instinctive flyby as a result of snares.
Man with the canaries uses bahamut's cleansing to remove slow from Torinn and Rutger. He uses it again to remove their ongoing poison damage. The gold dragon spirit attacks and hits for 31 damage. Torinn's melee basic attack misses Thrilvian. The man with the canaries readies an action.
Thrilvian begins its turn and takes 23 damage from rain of steel. Thrilvian uses luring gaze on Torinn, sliding him 2 squares. Thrilvian attempts to escape, and breaks one of the snares. Thrilvian attempts to escape again, and breaks another snare. Thrilvian is no longer snared.
Tarhun readies an action.


Initiative
Thrilvian, Elder Green Dragon (Instinctive Flyby): 44
The Man with the Canaries (Ally): 34+1
Thrilvian, Elder Green Dragon (Enemy): 34
Vanquisher Tarhun (Opponent): 28
Torinn Tormine (Astaroth): 22
Guards and Fiona (Allies): 10

Players and Allies
Torinn Tormine (Astaroth): (Mounted) 69/89 HP, resist 5 necrotic, Bahamut's blessing, +5 power bonus to damage rolls, rain of steel, bedeviling assault
Rutger (Torinn's Mount): (T/U-34/35, Elevation 6/7) 39/44 HP, resist 5 to all damage, 10 against area and close attacks, Bahamut's blessing
The Man with the Canaries (Ally): (N-13) incorporeal form, 2 canaries remaining
Vanquisher Tarhun (Ally): (Inside the tower) 199/294 HP, resist 10 poison, blood of the dragon, Bahamut's blessing, readied action
Dragonborn Guard 1 (Neutral): (Escaped)
Dragonborn Guard 2 (Neutral): (Escaped)
Dragonborn Guard 3 (Neutral): (Inside the Tower) -16 HP
Dragonborn Guard 4 (Neutral): (Inside the Tower) -31 HP
Fiona (Non-combatant): (Escaped) -10 HP
Gold Dragon Spirit 1 (Summoned Ally): (R/S-37/38, Elevation 8) 95/120 HP, 34 all defenses, Bahamut's blessing

Enemies
Thrilvian, Elder Green Dragon (Enemy): (U/W-37/39, Elevation 8/10) -645 HP (Bloodied), challenged (Torinn), glowring threat, symbol of the champion's code

Notes
The Man with the Canaries can expend one canary per round to make an attack that hits instead miss. The Man with the Canaries is cannot be perceived in any way except by Torinn.
Bahamut's Blessing gives a +10 bonus to attack rolls, damage rolls, and skill checks.
Vanquisher's Presence gives allies in the aura 5 a +1 power bonus to speed and +3 power bonus to healing surge value. Bloodied allies in the aura gain a +5 bonus to damage rolls.
Blood of the dragon gives Vanquisher Tarhun a +2 bonus to attack rolls and allows him to use dragon breath at-will.
>> No. 77443 edit
>>77442
Torinn curses his poor aim and attacks the dragon again, no longer able to prevent its escape if it flees. While he has his defenses bolstered, he can't say the same about anything else if the dragon gets loose. To anyone who is still within earshot and able to act, even Gilgamesh, Torinn yells, "TAKE THE SHOT, NOW!"

Move to X/Y-38/39 Elevation 8
Attack with Brash Strike http://orokos.com/roll/319613 (37, 30) and gain +5 to defenses
Rain of Steel http://orokos.com/roll/319614 (26)
diplomacy on gil, maybe http://orokos.com/roll/319618 (31)

>> No. 77444 edit
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Torinn rides his flying horse back into melee with the dragon. Now more comfortable with the size and weight of the heavier weapon, he slashes the dragon's head down the middle, and again feels the poisonous vapors from the dragon's blood begin to sap at his strength. He maintains his resolve in the face of the terrible beast, however, even as the two guards again try to ensnare the creature.

Thrilvian manages to dodge out of the way of one of the snares, but the other again grasps its wing and pulls it against the tower wall, restraining it once more. Even as it writhes and spits, Tarhun fires another heavy bolt from the dragonkiller, this one piercing the dragon right in its heart. It lets loose a terrifying scream, then stops moving, its tongue lolling out of its mouth in a rather undignified position.

"Ha-HA! Well then!" Gilgamesh yells, grinning and cheering. "That was quite the spectacle!" Tarhun's face darkens as he again looks at the spear in the hands of the giant man, and he begins to make his way down the tower steps.

"We shall meet again..." the man with the canaries whispers to Torinn, before vanishing into thin air--though not before the dragonborn feels the poison cleansed from his veins one final time.

Torinn moves and then uses brash strike, hitting for 30 damage and gaining a +5 bonus to all defenses against Thrilvian until the end of his next turn.
Torinn and Rutger are now taking ongoing 10 poison damage (save ends).
Guard 3 hits the snare but Guard 4 misses the snare. The dragon is again pulled in and restrained until escape.
Tarhun fires a dragonkiller, hitting Thrilvian for 96 damage, killing the dragon outright.
The man with the canaries uses bahamut's cleansing to remove the ongoing poison from Torinn and Rutger, then vanishes.


Final Stats

Players and Allies
Torinn Tormine (Astaroth): (Mounted) 69/89 HP, resist 5 necrotic, Bahamut's blessing, +5 power bonus to damage rolls, rain of steel, bedeviling assault, +5 to all defenses against Thrilvian
Rutger (Torinn's Mount): (X/Y-38/39, Elevation 8/9) 39/44 HP, resist 5 to all damage, 10 against area and close attacks, Bahamut's blessing
Vanquisher Tarhun (Ally): (Inside the tower) 199/294 HP, resist 10 poison, blood of the dragon, Bahamut's blessing, readied action
Dragonborn Guard 1 (Neutral): (Escaped)
Dragonborn Guard 2 (Neutral): (Escaped)
Dragonborn Guard 3 (Neutral): (Inside the Tower) -16 HP
Dragonborn Guard 4 (Neutral): (Inside the Tower) -31 HP
Fiona (Non-combatant): (Escaped) -10 HP
Gold Dragon Spirit 1 (Summoned Ally): (R/S-37/38, Elevation 8) 95/120 HP, 34 all defenses, Bahamut's blessing

Enemies
Thrilvian, Elder Green Dragon (Enemy): (U/W-37/39, Elevation 8/10) -771 HP (Bloodied), challenged (Torinn), restrained DEAD

Notes
The Man with the Canaries can expend one canary per round to make an attack that hits instead miss. The Man with the Canaries is cannot be perceived in any way except by Torinn.
Bahamut's Blessing gives a +10 bonus to attack rolls, damage rolls, and skill checks.
Vanquisher's Presence gives allies in the aura 5 a +1 power bonus to speed and +3 power bonus to healing surge value. Bloodied allies in the aura gain a +5 bonus to damage rolls.
Blood of the dragon gives Vanquisher Tarhun a +2 bonus to attack rolls and allows him to use dragon breath at-will.
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Torinn watches the dragon until he's satisfied that it won't wake again. When he is, he sheathes Nightfall and lets out a sigh of tremendous relief. The departure of his god leaves him slightly drained, and well aware of just how hard he pushed himself in the short period of time.

Giving Rutger a deserved pat on the head, Torinn directs his mount back to solid ground to take a breather. There's still loose ends to be tied up here, after all.


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As Torinn lands Rutger on the bridge and begins to rest, Gilgamesh slowly maneuvers his weapon back into a fighting stance. "Now, Torinn Tormine, are you ready to battle?!" Pointing at the greatsword, the red-garbed giant adds, "The stakes are your weapon against mine! Nightfall against Ascalon!"

"And who are you to gamble with a national treasure of Tymanther?!" Tarhun growls, storming his way out of the tower and pointing at Gilgamesh. "Thief! Hand over that weapon immediately!"

Gilgamesh seems momentarily taken aback by this accusation, then says, "I am no thief! I earned this weapon in a duel with a dragon-masked warrior!"

"Ah, the cultist..." Hildibrand chimes in, but then looks to Nashu in confusion.

"But inspector... didn't we already...?" the half-elf says, tilting her head in confusion. But before she can continue this thought, they are both distracted as Tarhun walks right up to Gilgamesh, grabs one end of the spear, and begins trying to yank it right out of the giant's hands.

"Unhand this weapon, mongrel!" the vanquisher demands.

"This weapon is mine by right! Let go!" Gilgamesh protests.
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"I have to side with Tarhun on this," Torinn admits, dismounting from Rutger before joining the conflict, "and this was stolen, not won, by the people you defeated." Torinn adds his strength to the Vanquisher's, saying, "If someone took your things using underhanded methods, and I beat the thief, would that make your things mine?"

strength check aid another: http://orokos.com/roll/319710 (21)
diplomacy: http://orokos.com/roll/319712 (29)


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As the two dragonborn work to try and pry the greatspear from Gilgamesh's hands, Hildibrand interjects, "Ah, excuse me..." He reaches to his side, and pulls out a magic bag that appears to be a bag of holding. From it, he pulls out a spear that looks very much like Gilgamesh's--except that the purple tip appears to be covered in blood, and blood seems to stream endlessly from its tip to the ground. It seems to pool on the ground only for a few seconds before disappearing, which you can see clearly as the inspector holds out the spear.

Gilgamesh goes rigid with shock upon viewing this new spear, and while Tarhun stops pulling on the spear in Gilgamesh's hands, he keeps hold of it. The vanquisher's expression seems more than a little annoyed.

"Nashu, Greg, and I were poking around the vaults where the spear was said to be hidden, and I, ah, 'discovered' a secret passage," Hildibrand explains. "Greg got really excited at that point, since I brought up Tormin, and ran off, but Nashu and I stayed for a bit longer to explore the secret passage, and we stumbled across an even more hidden chamber, with this spear inside!" Looking to Tarhun, he says, "Vanquisher, I think you have a traitor in your midst, who was hiding the spear right under your nose!"

"No, you fool," Tarhun growls. "I was the one who hid the real Ascalon in the secret vaults."

"And you let the fake get stolen, so you could lure out the Cult of the Dragon, right?" a voice continues. The group turns to see Fiona walking towards the tower, with several guards in tow. She notices the corpse of the green dragon pinned to the tower walls, then goes on, "That answers the last question I had--you couldn't have been blind to the activities of the Cult of the Dragon in the capital, so why weren't you doin' anythin' about it? But it seems you had a plan all along."

"It didn't go quite as planned, because of... interference," Tarhun explains dryly, fixing an annoyed stare in the direction of Gilgamesh.

"Well, uh, well then!" Gilgamesh stammers, looking more than a bit perplexed. "This is a bit... awkward!"
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With that explanation, Torinn finally pieces together what's going on. A decoy that was stolen, mistaken for the real thing not once, but twice. And now, with the dragon dead, it seems safe. The Cult of the Dragon lost a powerful ally today.

There's just one more issue.


"So... where is the Golden Narwhal?" asks Torinn.
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"That... that's the one missin' piece of the puzzle," Fiona admits, looking a bit defeated. "There's not a lotta go on, except that we know the Cult of the Dragon had it. And probably used it ta curry favor wit' those green dragons."

Tarhun releases his grip on Gilgamesh's fake spear, and the red-garbed giant just looks thoroughly confused at this point. Hildibrand chimes in, gesturing with the true Ascalon, "Ah, but Fifi! Those adventurers that killed Tarnazek probably looted the dragon's hoard! If we follow their trail, we'll probably find wherever they bartered off the Golden Narwhal!"

"Torinn Tormine," Tarhun says gruffly, suddenly grabbing Ascalon out of the inspector's hands, then turning to face the dragonborn paladin. "I don't agree with your... philosophy, I suppose, concerning dragons. I still want Tymanther to have nothing to do with those conniving fiends. But the honor duel... well, I think our original point is moot now. So, I will clear your name, and the name of your family, in the eyes of Tymanther. You have earned that much." Throwing the bloody greatspear over his shoulder, he then adds, "But it's still probably for the best if you don't stay here. There aren't many who will look too fondly on your... beliefs."

"We still don't know the cult's deal, either. We've slowed them down here, but I think there's somethin' bigger goin' on," Fiona points out. "Torinn, I think you should look into that part. You're better suited to tangling with the Cult of the Dragon. The inspector and I can follow the trail of the Golden Narwhal... as much as I can't say I'm looking forward to the experience." She shoots a tired gaze towards Hildibrand, who simply gives her a shiny, toothy grin.

"Ah, Torinn... I think perhaps our duel will need to be postponed, at this point," Gilgamesh stammers, taking a small step back. "I need to make... preparations!"
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Torinn doesn't have anything he can say to Tarhun. Not after that pardon. Not after getting what he'd worked for.

Almost everything. The Golden Narwhal is still missing, and as Fiona pointed out, the culprits are still at large.

So Torinn simply salutes the Vanquisher, putting as much effort into it as he can manage. And says nothing further to him.


To the others, though, Torinn has a few words. "Right, I'll do that," he assures Fiona, "I owe them that much for what they've done, and not just to me."

"And as for you," Torinn says severely at the retreating Gilgamesh... then smiles as an idea comes to him, before he continues more pleasantly, "you seem like you would know some very interesting stories and legends." He quickly adds, "possibly even lived a few." And then he gets to the important part: "If it's alright with you, I'd like to hear some of them while traveling."

Diplomacy to persuade Gilgamesh to travel and talk about things: http://orokos.com/roll/319890 (22)

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"You... want me to come with you?!" Gilgamesh asks incredulously. "Well, er... it seems my plans recently fell through, so, maybe for a time...?" he suggests, looking at the fake spear in his hand. "You'll surely be headed somewhere interesting, yes? I will need to... collect some information, for my next quest! And then, perhaps, we can finally have our duel!"

Tarhun nods to Torinn, then moves over to the guards that followed Fiona up to the platform. Fiona looks uneasily at the inspector and Nashu--the inspector is posing, and the half-elf is cheering him on.
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Torinn grabs his dropped shield and heads back. He has to stop for a while, though. Inspector Hildebrand's actions make him clutch his stomach and laugh for a while, as the absurdity of everything that happened that day finally catches up to him. That, and a sense of relief that his family will be okay. It has the paladin laughing harder than he has in quite some time.

"Alright... alright, I'm good. I'm ready now."

When he's done, he's still grinning, and, as he starts heading out of the city with his unusual travelling mate, he reflects on what an interesting day it's been.

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As this absurd and epic day draws to a close, Torinn prepares to head out on adventure with a new and unusual traveling companion. The trail of the Cult of the Dragon is still warm, and it's best not to let it sit for too long, as it will soon lead the paladin back to the Sword Coast--to old friends, new acquaintances, and both familiar and strange locales.

Perhaps the most memorable thing about this day is the intervention of Torinn's patron deity. Though his aid was most welcome, Torinn does have to wonder: is this an omen of things to come? Are matters in the mortal world really getting so severe that the gods themselves must intervene directly? What exactly is the Cult of the Dragon -doing- that is so important?

In the Well of Dragons, a force far older than even Bahamut stirs... and beckons.
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