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Tavern of Legend Event 3: The Dragon Cultist

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Sarya swallowed hard as the Kapak approached her with increasing speed. All of a sudden, she felt lighter on her feet, and the open wound on her arm ceased bleeding and seemed to stop throbbing. With renewed vigor, her heartbeat slowed, she took a deep breath in, widened her stance, and leaned forward. The Kapak had finally reached her. Baring her teeth, she blocked its first attempt, the dagger clanging off her bloodied sword. It kept it's balance and continued the pressure, but she remained calm and let it. She backed up slowly, blocking each of its blows. It growled in anger, and it's assaults strengthened; however with the increased strength came lower accuracy, and Sarya noticed the flaw instantly. She knew the same flaw was within her, and that patience was the key to winning this battle. Two more blocks, and she knew it was her chance. The Kapak stretched once more to attack her with its dagger, but she was faster. She dove on the ground to it's non-dominant side and rolled, getting back up in one fluid motion. As it stumbled forward, surprised at her dodge, she kneeled behind it and thrust her sword forward, glinting in the light of the enemy fire. The sword cut through the back of the creature, through it's heart. It let out a low growl before falling down on her sword, knocking her to the side.

She awkwardly got back up and pulled her sword out, sweat making the hair surrounding her face cling to her skin. Three growls sounded around her and she froze, knowing she was in trouble. Spinning around, and raising her sword, she appeared to be just in time to block the first attack of a Dragon-kin and two Kobolds. She gasped, stumbling backwards slightly from it's strength. She took a deep breath and readied herself as the Kobolds pushed ahead of the Dragon-kin, who seemed to be grinning down at her.

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Gravven pushed through the soreness and pain and began to approach a pack of Kobolds nearby, but a loud thud and cloud of dirt blinded the knight momentarily. Standing in front of him now was an eight foot tall Dragon-kin Cultist. The blue dragon seemed to sneer at Gravven before delivering a sweeping attack to Gravven's ankles. Battle instincts kicked in as Gravven lept over the spear, narrowly avoiding the loss of both of his legs. He wasted no time counter-attacking, attempting to gash the leg of the beast open. Metal struck metal as the cultist parried Gravven's strike in the blink of an eye. "They're fast!" Was the last thing to leave Gravven's mouth before all of the air escaped his lungs. The dragon had the old knight around the waist with one hand, its claws digging into Gravven's sides. He struggled desperately to free his arms, but before he could he was flung across the ground with a hefty fling. His body ricocheted off the ground several times before he eventually skidded to a stop a good distance away.

Gravven sat up holding his now bleeding head, all the while staring at the now blurred figure of the dragon-kin who seemed to be taunting him. "It's just a game to them, isn't it?" He spat out. The knight slowly rose to his feet and assumed his stance again, forcing his hands to stop shaking as the duelists closed the distance between them.

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The round moves by quickly, with little progress made on either side. Just when the heroes thought that they might find a purchase in this fight, more enemies come spilling in.

Twenty five more Kobolds

Fifteen more Kapak

Ten more Dragonkin

Five more Cultists

Three more Savak

Two Aurak

And a Mother F’n Dragon.

The enemies come spilling forth. Vaddock can be heard calling over the din of battle.

“Ahhhh shit!”


Lonely Night’s Hand draws in the growing darkness around him, enveloping his body with a wispy sheathe of impenetrable darkness. He barrels forward, tearing through a rushing onslaught of enemies trying to head for tavern. He takes out eight kobolds by the time his charge is done, with their crumbled bodies and dismembered forms scattered about behind him.

Vaddock has started to engage with a cultist. He pins it back with a barrage of magic missiles, which do little to deter the creature. However, it does force it to expose itself to the mighty blade of Levhea, who cleaves off its head.

Ghallen calls upon the Mother Gaia to empower all those who continue this fight. For the next turn, everyone has double effectiveness (your next post is worth two!)

The patrons are fighting desperately, trying to keep the enemies at by. Between them all, they manage to drop a kapak and a Savak.  


Remaining in the battle:

  • Kobolds: 37
  • Kapak: 30
  • Dragonkin: 20 1/2
  • Dragonkin Cultist: 6 1/3
  • Savak: 4
  • Aurak: 2
  • Dragon: 1 

All people who post in the next 24 hours have double value posts. Each post made is worth two posts. 

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Sarya easily held the Kobolds at bay, spearing one in the heart soon after it's initial attempts, and the other began to slow quickly as she parried each of it's blows, using little strength and movement to conserve energy. Finally, her patience paid off, and she began her steady attack, pushing the Kobold forward until it fell backwards. Her sword, dull with dry blood, was thrust into its stomach. It writhed on the floor as she pulled her sword out, anticipating the attack of the Dragon-kin. But no attack came. She stared at the Dragon-kin 10 feet in front of her, perplexed. It stared back at her, unblinking, the small smile still contained on it's face. Her heart began racing faster and a shiver ran down her spine. Her gaze was broken at the sound of a far off roar, and she searched the background for the source. A dragon? Really? She thought, her heart dropping into her stomach as she saw the outline of a massive creature. "This is going to be a long battle," she muttered to herself, hope beginning to wear thin.

Her distraction was all the Dragon-kin needed to initiate it's attack. Her stance had loosened without her realizing it, and she stood on her heels, making her unable to move quickly. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the Dragon-kin leap forward, taking flight and diving down on her. She gasped and threw her sword up just in time to block it's spear. She could not protect herself from it's body, however. Sarya fell to the ground, her sword above her, as the Dragon-kin leapt on top of her. It's heavy body forced her breath out, leaving her gasping for air and struggling. It raised it's spear again, but she managed to block it once more with her sword in a panicked thrash. The force of her last-ditch block surprised the Dragon-kin, and it released the spear from it's grip. The weapon spun to the left, landing on the body of a dead Kobold. The Dragon-kin growled in surprised, and Sarya took her chance to swing wildly at the body of the creature crushing her. Her sword made hard contact with the scales of the animal, and a large thud echoed around them. The Dragon-kin screeched in pain, and she took the chance to secure one more blow on the scales of the animal. Two large gashes were etched into the Dragon-kin's scales across it's chest, blood seeping from underneath them. The creature jumped off of her hurriedly, using her body to push itself into the air. Sarya gasped in pain as she felt a loud crack resound from her ribs. The weight of the creature as it pushed off had become too much for her body. She groaned and rolled onto her right side, holding her left side with her left arm. Anger started rising in her body as she pictured the Dragon-kin grinning at her. She could not let him win. Pushing herself up, she spun to face the animal as it bent down to grab it's weapon. Two Kobolds came rushing from her right side, however, and she twisted to meet their attack.

Both were no match for her in her angered state. She dove forward before either could make a move and slit the throat of both in one fluid motion. Both sunk to the ground, only gurgles escaping their mouth. She wiped the blood splatter from her face using her right sleeve, and turned to finish off the Dragon-kin. Her face was now covered with a mix of blood, sweat, and dirt, and her lips had become dry from the heat of the battle surrounding her. Parts of her hair had escaped her braid, making her look deranged. A renewed fire could be seen reflected in her blue eyes as she lifted herself and growled angrily at the Dragon-kin, who had managed to grab it's spear and look back at her. It stared for a moment, the grin falling from it's face. It was her turn to smile. Grinning, Sarya raced forward, her sword outstretched, ready to meet the Dragon-kin with full force.

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Timothy got up first, wiping the blood off of his mouth. The Dragon-kin soon followed suite, and the two were back to fighting. Timothy concentrated on the Dragon-kin's weak spot now, the one area where  no armour appeared. Timothy took a deep breath. He focused all of his energy to his staff. This time it glowed a blinding purple, creating a little cloud of light. Timothy exhaled. He lifted very slowly off the ground; about 4 centimeters. He pointed his staff toward the wounded Dragon-kin, and willed the Dragon-kin into ashes. A blast of blinding light rocketed off of his staff, entering into the Dragon-kin through its mouth. It vaporized into ash, in a violent explosion of purple light. The Dragon-kin Cultist ceased to exist. Timothy fell to the ground, beyond exhaustion. He sat up, and calmly ate some of his nuts as he surveyed the area around him. He spotted a large dragon flying off in the distance, terrorizing anyone who wasn't fighting. It was Timothy's next target.

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Iani backpedaled away from the encroaching hoard, thankful that the dragon army didn't seem to be too keen on ranged weaponry. He counted eight kobolds, two dragon-kin, and the bigger Cultist. He smiled grimly, showing his large fangs, as he watched the Cultist stagger and her veins begin to swell and throb. The poison on his arrow had found her veins, and she wasn't long for this world.

He released his nocked arrow and as it left the bow it shimmered slightly, like a heat mirage on a long road, before splitting off of itself; in the space of a few feet, there were half a dozen more arrows on either side of it. 

It was like a blast from a blunderbuss, wide and aimless, intended to hit as many targets as possible in the arc in front of Iani. There was little hope of scoring a kill, but the original arrow (and therefore its duplicates) was tipped with a slowing poison. Indeed, if it weren't for the sudden power flowing through his weapons from the cleric's spell, he would only have succeeded in widening the gap between himself and the mob. But the charged projectiles were more powerful than he'd hoped, and four of the kobolds dropped to the ground, their skin smoldering and smoking around the protruding wooden shafts, while the rest, nicked and cut but not seriously injured, fought against their slowly locking leg muscles to try and keep pace with the agile panther-kin.

"Now that's what I'm talking about! Teamwork!" Iani looked around, hoping to find someone else interested in "teamwork". His own definition preferably; the one in which he could hand off his troubles to someone else while he hid and found a new sniping spot.

Crucible, meanwhile, was attracting a bit of his own attention. He was small, fast-moving, and baaing loudly, and the less sophisticated members of the dragon army found their prey drives inescapably triggered. A fair-sized pack of kobolds and kapaks were chasing the small goat, forsaking their real duties in favor of their baser instincts. 

But as anyone who has chased a pygmy goat knows, chasing is a totally different matter from catching. All the beats succeeded in doing was distracting themselves from the real fight, and thus becoming more vulnerable to the defenders.

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Metal collided and sparks flew as the knight and the dragon traded strikes, but they weren't blows. The entire time Gravven was backpedaling while nearly being knocked over by the force of the cultist's strikes. The throbbing in his head and the numbness in his arms gave Gravven enough of an idea on how the fight would end; he'd have to think of something quick.

Raising his sword over his head, Gravven barely withstood another strike by the cultist. He managed to stay on his feet and retreated back a few steps, nearling falling to the ground but catching himself as he made his retreat. The cultist took their time pursuing the wounded prey, much to Gravven's advantage. As Gravven gained the distance, he began to focus the light into the blade of his sword. Slowly, but steadily, the blade began to brighten in color until Gravven's entire front was illuminated by the bright slide. His arms shook wildly as he focused the power in his blade, but he gritted his teeth and powered through. The cultist was upon him now, raising the spear over their head to deliver the final blow. Gravven gave out a battlecry and unleashed the focused light from his blade with his eyes closed, creating a flashbang at point blank range. A miniature sun erupted from the blade, stunning those nearby but otherwise leaving them unharmed. The cultist screamed out while clutching their eyes, and Gravven remained crouched on the ground gasping for air. He couldn't tell if the blood loss was getting to him or if the after effects of his power were noticeable after such a short time, but his vision had deteriorated significantly through the course of the fight.

Forcing himself to stand, forcing himself to raise the three-ton weight that was his sword, forcing himself to wade through what felt like quicksand, Gravven closed the distance to the stunned cultist. Aiming the blade for a precise cut was out of the question, but the beast was so large it would be near impossible to miss. Gravven drove his sword into the belly of the beast, half-driving the blade and half-using the weight of his own person. A screech of pain erupted from the monster, but it soon petered out as the life escaped the cultist.

Gravven remained gasping for air, sprawled across the corpse of the cultist for some time.

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The frenzied attacks temporarily drive the enemy back. The swooping dragon overhead cannot yet find a suitable target in which to deliver its terrifying breath weapon. It will be better prepared on the next turn. 

Lonely Knight's Hand wastes no time with his boost. He drives head-on into a battle with a Savak, fighting with renewed ferocity. His sword moves lightning fast, coming down in flashes that only the best trained eye could hope to follow. He finally manages to knock away a section of the Savak's scales and drive his blade deep into its belly, ending the creature's life. 

Vaddock and Levhea double team an Aurak, with the Aurak and Vaddock trading a volley of magic at each other while Levhea focuses on finding an opening. In the meantime, she manages to come back around and eliminate four more of the Kobolds trying to pester Vaddock while he duels with the Aurak. Just when the Aurak thought it had the upper hand, taking a moment to focus more on offense than defense, Levhea cleaves its head from his shoulder, kicking over its corpse before giving a silent nod to her husband. The pair of them continues on. 

Ghallen is able to spend this round fighting a Kapak, throwing the creature aside and beating it with his staff until it stops moving. Then he beats it a little more for good measure. 

The group of Tavern patrons fights hard, putting a dent in some of the numbers. Between them all, they collide with a mess of Kobolds, Kapak, and some dragonkin. They take down eight Kobolds, four Kapak, and two dragonkin fighters. 


Remaining in the battle:

  • Kobolds: 22
  • Kapak: 25
  • Dragonkin: 18
  • Dragonkin Cultist: 4
  • Savak: 3
  • Aurak: 1
  • Dragon: 1 

Bonus ends. The dragon is fully within reach of those with ranged abilities and will attack next round. Remember, the numbers increase every other round as well. 

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Sarya bolted forward, her blade raised. She swiped away the Dragon-kin's spear and slashed at it's chest, making a larger gash in it's heavy scales. He jumped backwards, surprise showing on it's lizard-like features. She drove forward again, her blade a fury as she swiped left and right at it's chest. Finally his scales had cracked enough to abandon their post, and Sarya stared at the exposed skin hungrily. The Dragon-kin had steadied itself, however, and jumped back once more. It raised it's spear in front of it and dug the balls of it's feet into the dirt below it, ready to move in any direction. Both were at a stand still for a moment, waiting for the other to take action. The Dragon-kin was impatient, however, and gave a screech as it leapt forward, stretching it's spear in front of it and aiming for Sarya's heart. Sarya was quicker. She jumped slightly to the right, the spear just missing her, and she ran up the shaft, sword readied. With a mighty heave she thrust her sword into the opening of the Dragon-kin's armor. It shrieked and flailed for a moment, before falling to the ground as she pulled her blade out. Satisfied, Sarya bent down, only realizing now that she was out of breath. She took a knee and glanced around the battle field, taking in her surroundings. The army before her seemed to constantly be growing. She swallowed hard and reached down at her belt for her water-skin. It was still full, as she hadn't had a chance to drink yet. She took a small sip, knowing this may be a long battle. Putting it away, she stood back up and glanced around for her original target, before she was so rudely interrupted.

Finding the knight again, she jogged forward, keeping an eye on the front lines. A constant throbbing began to accompany her once more, and she winced. Trying to ignore the pain, she pushed forward. Coming across no other problems, she reached the person quickly. He seemed to have just finished off a Cultist, much to Sarya's surprise. She gazed down at him, impressed, and glad she found someone who was a better warrior than her. Realizing she was staring at the man, she stood up straighter and opened her mouth. She was just about to introduce herself when a loud screech sounded from beside her, and she spun. Another Dragon-kin had decided that she would be it's next kill.

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Timothy gazed upon the sky, the dragon was soaring across it. He started to venture towards the dragon, and, for the first time, actually seeing the battlefield. Corpses of every race stretched across the land, pools of blood surrounding them. A few doctors were bringing some of the less dead people towards the tavern. Timothy encountered a few straggling kobolds on the way, easily knocking them down with his dagger. 

1 kobold.

2 kobolds.

3 kobolds.

4 kobolds.

Timothy finally arrived at the spot, peering up at the large dragon. He was struck with curiosity, fear, and determination. He took a breath, and knocked an arrow.

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The dragon reaches the battle. He is a terrifying sight to behold, with deep blue scales that seemingly draw in the light. The beast rears back its head and then unleashes its devastating breath weapon--a cone of pure force that sends structures toppling over and people flying! Tavern patrons assisting in the battle are scattered, and the staff have to do all they can to maintain their footing in the battle. The other dragon creatures appear to have had their morale raised, as the dragon a serious threat. More enemies come spilling in now too: 

  1. 25 More Kobolds (the last of the fodder)
  2. 10 More Kapak (leaving 10 somewhere out there)
  3. 10 More Dragonkin (leaving 10 somewhere out there)
  4. 5 More Dragonkin Cultists


Lonely Night's Hand starts to face off with another Savak, trying to make his way towards the dragon. During his skirmish, a group of Kobolds try to get in his way but he dispatches them easily enough. However, it does mean that he is getting behind on wearing down the creature and having it gone sooner than later. Fortunately, Levhea and Gallen step up, putting down the creature while it is distracted by the Bartender and his lightning fast moves. Between the three of them, four kobolds and a Savak are dead. 

Ghallen spends the round trying to keep the Tavern Patrons from dying off. His efforts are partially rewarded, as he manages to salvage some of their losses. This turn they are worth 4 posts, but on future turns their numbers return to a form that allows for post values of 4.5; still less than their starting six. With this turn, they take down a dragonkin, a Kapak, and four kobolds. 


Remaining in the battle:

  • Kobolds: 35
  • Kapak: 34
  • Dragonkin: 26
  • Dragonkin Cultist: 9
  • Savak: 2
  • Aurak: 1
  • Dragon: 1 

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Timothy tumbled back, dropping his bow a few centimeters from his body. The dragon unleashed a terrifying blast of sound. Timothy scrabbled back to his feet, barely standing. His bow rattled on the floor, scurrying on the ground like a rat. Timothy grabbed hold of it, and notched another arrow. This time he released it, and it was lodged between two scales. It slowly fell off, which led Timothy to think of another plan.

He climbed on top of some rubble, and shot more volleys. The arrows bounced aimlessly off of the dragon. Timothy sighed, and kept trying.

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Sarya fell backwards on top of the armoured knight as the dragon's breath traveled through the war grounds. She gasped, her heart racing. Hope was once again dwindling in her as she heard an echo of the rest of the dragon creatures roar, the sound surrounding her. The Dragon-kin dove forward with speed she hadn't seen from the species before. She lifted here sword just in time to block him, then rolled off of the knight, getting up in one fluid motion. The Dragon-kin had already begun it's next attack, however, and again, Sarya barely lifted her sword in time. She stepped backwards, knowing she couldn't fall off balance again. It would probably be the death of her. She stepped to the side, avoiding another stab from the Dragon-kin. Missing her, the Dragon-kin growled, but then swung it's extended spear to the side, knocking her in the ribs. She gasped in pain as the shaft made contact with her broken rib, and she stumbled backward, the pain making her knees weak. The Dragon-kin grinned and spread it's wings, taking flight above her. Sarya clenched her jaw, trying to forget about the throbbing in her ribs. She looked upward and steadied herself, awaiting the Dragon-kin's attack. It dove down at her, the grin still playing on it's lips. Waiting until the last moment, she shifted barely out of the way of the spear, which drove itself deep into the ground. She extended her sword upwards with all the strength she could muster, her ribs burning. She knew she made contact as a number of scales showered down on her, and the Dragon-kin screeched. It tucked it's wings in and fell to the ground, a few feet from her.

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Iani was out of the blast zone of the initial burst of force from the dragon, but was forced to swing his bow onto his back and roll left to avoid flying debris. The kobolds chasing him cheered the arrival of their heavy artillery while Iani cursed like a sailor. He'd avoided serious injury, but still had several scrapes and cuts across his back and down his arms from the shrapnel.

"New plan!" he panted, and took off at a sprint towards one of the taller farmhouses that hadn't been leveled by the massive creature's breath weapon. He leaped onto a rock, leaped again to grab a tree branch, and swung himself up into the foliage where he disappeared for a moment before hopping nimbly onto the roof of the lower story and scrambling higher, setting himself up on the peak.

He took a deep breath and bellowed, hopefully loud enough for the defenders to hear him. "Either get that goddamned motherfucking son of an iguana onto the goddamned ground, or keep me safe while I do it!!"

He nocked another arrow and took aim as the beast circled the battlefield; as it reached the farthest point in its loop and began circling back towards him, he released. The arrow shimmered and split again into another wide shot, not aimed at the dragon's body but at its wings. 

He fired over and over again, and most of the arrows did not hit their mark; hopefully the ones that did had the power to punch through the thick leathery skin and ruin the horror's aerodynamics. Their only hope was to drop it onto the earth where the swords and broken beer bottles of the tavern patrons could start to do the real work. 

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Timothy kept spraying volleys upon volleys of arrows upon the dragon, doing no apparent damage. He surveyed its body for weak spots, but could not find any. Timothy could not find anything that would be able to damage the dragon. He climbed up higher to a high point, and saw the dragon come close. 

Time to do something very stupid.

Timothy jumped off of the point he was on, and fell directly onto the back of the dragon. He struggled to get a grip on the scales as the dragon flew across the sky.

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