Wir – Barrakas 11th, 998 YK
Wednesday – August 11th, 998 YK
After the melee with the Blackscale and its pets, you search the huts in both camps. Among the litter of bones, jungle trinkets, and trash you find 3 small eberron shards, a few healing potions and coins worth around 250 gp.
You make your way towards the outer perimeter of the Temple Portico, using the cover of the jungle to get within view of the entrance.
Granite columns hold a stone roof 20 feet above a stepped stone platform. Between the columns, a low circular wall rises 3 feet from the floor, surrounding a circular well 10 feet across. At the north end of the portico, a short stair enters the temple proper. Between the columns, large bipedal creatures pace.
“Miklos, I am better prepared to handle an onslaught from these blackscales. If you get cornered, you will die. I will go instead.”
“But…” Miklos begins to object.
Kohl steps into the conversation.
“You are our healer. Running off into the jungle is not a wise decision. There has to be a better way.”
“Enough chatter!” Morthos commands.
Morthos runs towards the front of the portico and stops just long enough for the blackscales to all take notice of the tiefling.
“What is he doing?” Sejik asks.
“Distracting the blackscales, lets get ready to attack!” Kohl says.
”Your mother was a soft skin whore!” Morthos yells in draconic.
The four hulking, black-scaled lizardfolk step out where they have been pacing between the pillars. They raise their metal-banded clubs and charge the tiefling. Morthos, darts into the jungle headed for the southern duskscale camp. Although unorthodox, the diversion is working.
“Quick, to the portico!” says Sejik.
You race towards the eastern edge of the temple entrance and hide within the brush.
|As you near closer to the portico, you can see at the top of the steps leading into the temple stands a creature with the upper torso of a powerfully built reptilian humanoid and the lower body of a four-legged wingless dragon.|
A moment passes. From the center well a black drake emerges. It hovers over the well and surveys the land.
Kirin launches a fiery attack at the creature. It howls and turns it’s attention to you.
With a deafening screech heard throughout the jungle, the drake moves out from under the portico into the clearing in front of you.
The drake inhales deep and vomits a torrent of vile acid at you. Armor and foliage melt under the attack. The acid burns relentlessly as it makes it way to the skin.
Kohl shrugs off the pain.
”For Sulanokk’s Glory!” he bellows and charges the dracotaur.
The dracotaur charges back. It’s clawed feet and spiked tail lash the stones as it hefts its longspear and growls a challenge.
“Varmystix will destroy you, in the name of the children of night!” it shouts in draconic.
Spear and axe meet in a titanic clash. No match for the beast’s strength, Kohl ducks below its fierce attack. Kohl‘s axe responds and opens a deep gash in Varmystix’s front hips. Shrugging off the wound, Varmystix scores a devastatingly powerful strike on Kohl’s left leg. Kohl falls to the ground, pinned by the creatures spear.
Sejik targets the dracotaur, uttering a quiet prayer, and cracks his staff across the temple of the beast. It falls, blood pouring from it’s head. Sejik leans down, removes the spear, and heals his companion.
Kirin, Miklos, and Taveah launch their assault on the menacing drake. Magical bolts leap from Kirin’s blade; searing the beasts scales and flesh. Arrows fly from Taveah’s bow; they tear through the beasts throat. A bolt from Miklos’s heavy crossbow rips through the wing. The drake shrills, overwhelmed, and retreats back to the portico towards the central well.
“Don’t let it escape!" Taveah screams as she begins chasing down the drake back towards the portico.
The drake dives down the open well at the temple entrance, but not before Taveah drives her great spear firmly through the creatures tail. The momentum of the drake’s dive tears the spear free as the drake disappears into the darkness of the well below. As they watch, a granite covering seals the well 20 feet below.
The decision is wise. Moments later, the granite cover opens and a newly healed drake emerges. It shrugs off the net, but the distraction allows you to make your assault. The drake shrieks as you open fresh wounds. It lashes out at Taveah with its tail and misses. It knows it cannot survive alone and dives back down the well. The well, as if magically, seals again.
“Into the temple quickly! Before the drake returns!” Sejik calls out urging everyone inside.
You follow the cleric into the temple. However, the elusive Morthos is still no where to be seen.