Attack on Silvanost!
01 Newkolt 349 AC
Kysek is in motion as soon as the first dragon flickers into view. He darts into an alley, completely evading the fire and lightning and toxic gas pours into the street. As the initial wave subsides, he steps out, shouting to those in the crowd who are still able to move, “Help each other! Quickly! Move to Lorraine’s and seek shelter! Those who can, help those who can’t! GO! NOW!” He twists the gem on his Ring of Gyges and vanishes. He darts out and watches the dragons as the red dragons begin to close in. He focuses on the lead one and shouts, "αστραπή αλυσίδας!" Kysek snaps back into view as bolt of lightning lances from his hand and strikes the dragon squarely in the chest and washes over it with no effect. The rider on the dragon's back is not so lucky. The electricity from the spell surges through the robed figure, blasting him from the saddle. He tumbles through the air and crashes down onto a burning rooftop and vanishes from sight. The bolt leaps from that rider however and arcs back into the sky, falling just short of the two dragons following in the wake of the first. As his lightning bolts fade, he vanishes from view once again.
Shadow calls out, "Χερσαία πτήση!" He lifts off of the ground and flies toward Cassidy just as Raven grabs the kender, tucking him in close to his chest in an attempt to shield him against the deadly breath weapons.
The enchanted chain shirt worn beneath Raven's jacket shields him from the worst. He reaches alleyway between two buildings and rises but Cassidy is still burned, his face an unrecognizable mass of melted flesh and charred skin. The elf gently lowers the kender to the ground. He leans in close, listening for breathing, a heartbeat, anything. But, there is nothing. The kender is gone.
Shadow lands beside him, “Dragons, why did it have to be dragons? I hate dragons, Raven. I hate them.” He turns to Cassidy, not realizing that the kender has been killed, "Keep your head down, I will be right back. Hopefully.”
The drow pulls his magical staff from his bag of holding and draws Swiftwind from its scabbard of sharpness and scans the sky for dragons as he rises up above the burning buildings into the night sky. “Spewer, watch our backs.”
Raven closes his eyes for a moment and rises, unslinging Luican's Bow and fitting an arrow to his bowstring. He leaps back into the street and fires at the returning dragons. Arrow after arrow, each propelled by the bow's powerful magic and bearing icy enchantments of their own, streak toward the lead red.
All four arrows pierce the dragon's hide, the last one sinking in past its fletching and burying itself deep inside the powerful pectorals. Ice and frost spread around and inside of the wounds. The thirty-foot long wyrm roars, clawing at the offending injuries, snapping off the exposed arrow shafts, squirming and writhing in pain as it continues to fly over the city.
Ra’ziir draws Grumbar’s Razor and casts a spell of flight upon himself. As the dragons and their riders wreak havoc on the city, Ra'ziir hears a sultry, feminine voice whispering, not in his ear, but in his mind. "You have seen the corruption of the elves, my pet. Use my talisman. Unleash my justice upon them."
Ra'ziir thinks back, “To what end? And for what benefit to me?"
The feminine voice replies, "Justice should be its own reward. Show loyalty to me and I will reward you with a place in my new order, a chance to shape a world where all are treated fairly and the prestige that comes with."
Rising into the air, he grasps the talisman under his robes as the ash and smoke begin to billow forth from the volcanic blade to conceal him.
Romulus curses loudly as he makes a break for cover, wishing he had focused on crafting defensive items instead of replacing his enchanted shuriken. Fire washes over him as he leaps through a window in search of cover, burning his legs badly. He rolls beneath a sales counter, finding some safety from the gas and the lightning. He lays there, gasping for breath and shivering from the cold. He looks down and sees that his legs are blackened like a spitted roast left cooking for far too long, the nerves burned away along with most of his skin and muscle. Groaning in agony, he drags himself back to the doorway and looks outside. He sees absolute chaos. Dozens of elves lie dead in the street, buildings burn with their collapses adding to the confusion and horror gripping the panicked elves. Seeing the dragons returning for another attack, he grits his teeth and chokes out the words, "Xemm ug gusdi!"
A wall of translucent force appears. He holds up his hands, palms facing each other and slowly brings them together, shaping the spell from a barrier wide enough to block the entire street into a tall and narrow pillar rising from the center of the road, directly in the path of the diving, winged reptiles with devastating effect. The lead dragon sees the narrow barrier and tucks in its wings to avoid the obstacle but the second crashes headlong into the nigh-indestructable construct. The dragon's left wing hits with a bone shattering impact and is immediately stopped in mid-flight. The third dragon in line collides with its halted companion and the two tumble to the ground. The remaining three dragons veer to one side or the other, avoiding their fate as the blues and greens following in their wake swerve and spread out. The felled dragons thrash in the street, whipping tails and lashing claws annihilating more building fronts and crushing the bodies of their riders as well as dead and wounded elves.
Arthur raises his shield over Agnes to try and protect her. The draconic breath weapons wash over him, one after the other. A pit forms in his stomach as he grabs her. He commands his helm to teleport the two of them and to Lorraine's house. They arrive less than a second later, both trailing smoke and reeking of chlorine. "Agnes, stay safe, please. I will come back for you!" That's when he sees the healing house is on fire.
Agnes turns to the knight, her voice gentle. "Stand back," she tells him. She strides toward the burning House of Healing, her form growing, elongating, becoming more than a mere elven lass from some far off, unnamed island. Her skin takes on the mirrored sheen of metallic scales and a crest of horns emerges from behind her head. Wings erupt from Agnes' shoulders as her clothing is absorbed into her body. Teeth and claws and a long serpentine tail appear and grow until she is the length of a horse. No longer is she Agnes, she Ag'nesallynn the Silver.
The silver dragon makes her way to the inferno and exhales. Frigid air pours from her mouth, cooling and quenching the flames. She grabs smoldering timbers and heaves against them, shifting the mass aside as she searches for people trapped beneath the rubble. Voices call out from within for help.
Cedron sees the fires around him. He instinctively takes to the air, the Witching Cloak carrying him skyward as he pulls forth a red and silver metallic rod with one hand and a ram's horn with the other. He aims the rod at the nearest building and speaks a command. With a deep drone, powder and foam rush from the end of the device, dousing the flames on a nearby building. The minstrel-priest circles, maneuvering out from the direct path of the dragons and raises the horn to his lips, waiting for an opportunity to unleash its destructive power.
Ornforithalas looks up as the dragonfire pours into the street. He preses his son into Tephysea's arms and shoves her hard through the doorway of an open shop just before the flames engulf him. The building collapses a moment later when lightning strikes a supporting wall and he is buried in the debris.
Eilra is overcome by magical fear and stands frozen in the street, trembling and unable to react before the fire takes her as well.
Grotto orders his animated shield to hover over his head going to blunt the blows as he looks for any cover. He runs towards Lorraine's to get ready to tend to the initial wounded before fighting.
"We tried to tell them this was upon them!" He thinks to himself as he sprints down the road, his platemail clanking loudly as he dodges collapsing buildings and wounded elves.
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