Session 49: An Unprepared Confrontation Report

General Summary

A'lar would lounge upon the throne of the throne room watching as the last suits fell to pieces around his comrades. "Well that was exciting!" The scales would spend some time bandaging wounds and refocusing their minds. Two magical servants would find their way into the throne room, picking up the armor pieces and resetting them upon their stands as well as cleaning up the ash from their destroyed comrades. During this time the Scales would find two hidden doors within the throne room, Indalell opening each with ease. A'lar would wander down the left corridor that would lead to a sitting room. Here they would find several instruments as well as some glowing magical runes. A study of them would find they aligned with 4 types of Magic, Conjuration, Evocation, Abjuration, and and Enchantment. As Longwei and Indalell studied the texts on the book shelf, A'lar would go about adjusting the magical runes, changing their order replacing Evocation with Enchantment. As he did the Piano and Harp would begin to play a very archaic composition that the party had not heard before. Doubling back they would explore the other hidden passage, finding a teleportation gate, that seemed to be short ranged. As the Scales debated exploring the remaining lair or where to go next, A'lar would step thru the gate.  

Emerging within the Dragon Hoard, gold and jewels would sparkle all around him, but then his eyes would be drawn to a shuffling creature. An Elf in tattered armors would rise stepping towards A'lar, half of its face blackened from flesh long since dead from frostbite. Pulling a great two handed sword from its back, the air would coalesce and freeze around the blade, ice would be noted clinging to bits of armor that remained. "This mistress will be very displeased with the state of all these things!" A'lar would attempt to bluff, still magically disguised as a Green Drakania. "Intruder," a low rasping voice would croak before its blade would cut into A'lar, the heavy blow nearly taking him from his feet, the cold almost burning his flesh. Beyond the portal the Scales would hear the re assembled armors come to life and many magical servants would begin to converge upon them. The suits no longer held their swords, as Indalell had kept them, but heavy gauntlet fists would slam into Vaera and Adalons Drake companion as they remained in the throne room. The magical constructs would converge upon the teleportation gate as the Scales began to filter in, Adalon fighting a delaying action until all were thru.  

Within the lair, the terrifying presence of the Dragonscarred Undead would shake the scales as they arrived, except for Ismaril who could feel no fear. Stepping forward her rapier would be batted aside by the greatsword, the dead eyes of her foe would burn into her, staggering her in place thru some unknown power. Ayriens arrows would be cleaved in two as they flew towards the Dragonscarred, its blade coming around delivering a devastating blow to the stunned Ismaril. Indalell still in the visage of the Dracolichs elven form would attempt to command the undead guardian, "Stop this at once!". The Elf would glower, "Imposter!" its voice would roar this time. Adalon would emerge thru the portal on his drake, Longwei darting around the room to avoid the frozen greatsword and gain a better position. The Dragonscarred sword would cut into the Drake, and pound down into Adalon in a series of heavy blows. Magical servants began to appear upon the teleporation circle, filling it. "Hold them there!" Longwei would call, A'lar expending much of his magic to heal the wounds inflicted by the terrifying sword of their foe. Ismaril and Vaera would work to keep the magical constructs upon the portal as the Scales battled the Dragonscarred. Adalon and Longwei would push to flank the undead elf, the wounds they inflicted seeming to knit back together as ice crawled across the creatures body pulling flesh back together. Seeing this the scales went to using whatever magical items they had, summoning fireballs and flaming spheres to halt the regeneration, while this worked, the Undeads rage grew, and soon Adalon fell, the frozen greatsword rending him unconscious. Ismaril was swarmed by the magical constructs their forms made of pure force delivering a hail blows as if she were in a tavern brawl. With bloody lip and bruised jaw her blade would cut tru one, stepping onto the platform to prevent another from coming thru.  

Adalon would suddenly wake, feeling soothing magics ease his wounded form. Activating his belt of regeneration he would chop at the foe from the ground. Ignoring Adalon for now the Dragonscarred blade would cut deep into Longwei nearly felling him. A'lar running low on magic would produce the great candle of Ilmaren recovered from the Giant City. Its light would pour forth like a great beacon of hope, but a great bane to living dead. "Indalell if you would be so kind!" A'lar would hand him the prayer sheet they had discovered. Reciting the prayer the light would burst and extinguish, healing energies washing over the Scales and harming the Dragonscarred. Adalon would be back upon his feet only to be struck down, while Ismaril continued to take the blows of the magical constructs and fight thru them. A'lar would relight Ilmarens candle, its light once more reducing the strength of the Dragonscarred. This time however it would draw its ire, rushing A'lar he would taste the greatsword once more as it cut into his meager armors. Ayriens arrows would fly with little effect, but did give cover for A'lar to flee. Adalon would rise once more, bloodied and battered, his drake moving in to box in the undead elf. Ismaril would release her crystalline draconic breath, the sparkling shards stunning the Dragonscarred for a moment, allowing Longwei and Indalell to swarm around. In a furry of blows the undead elf would fall, Indalell throwing alchemical fire upon it to ensure it would not regenerate. In this moment of respite the scales would look around, Adalon was suffering from 3 serious wounds, A'lar was bleeding and out of magic, Ismaril was battered and bruised. Longwei was drinking from his potion belt his Gi in tatters, the Animal companions whimpering and limping from their wounds. The teleportation circle would draw all their attentions as it lit up before more foes would arrive.