Of Steam, Thunder, and Steel
Thirteenth Day of the Twelfth Month 293 AC
Even among the swirling chaos of the battle, the Moonchaser makes its presence known as a queen among its court. Swarms of glittering deadly beetles flicker in and out of existence striking at the drakes, but it seems the dragon-kin have learned the trick of fading into the ether just as the alchemical payload flashes across the sky. If nothing else it seems to have broken their pattern, but the ship's main armaments have stronger foes to face. The hiss of steam, of steel cutting though the air, heralds the first blow of a steam caster fired in anger.
Blood flies, bone shatters, one dragon's wing twists unnaturally under the onslaught while the other takes a bolt to the underside of its jaw, sending a stream of acid mingling with the blood onto the battle below. Both dragons roar in outrage at the pain, or perhaps at the unpleasant reality of a world where they cannot simply wish their wounds away, content in the knowledge that they are among the greatest horrors of the Deep Dream.
Yet these are dragons just the same, beings not only of fang, claw, and sinew, but magic also. Moving with the same odd synchronicity you had seen a moment before, both dragons melt into
swirling black dust, like the sands of some pitiless cosmic hourglass flowing ever onward. Amrelath is more than happy to take the challenge sweeping in with a pair of great darken beasts at his side. At his side and a little bit in front of him. The Ash-Risen is not so in love with glory that he would charge heedlessly into the teeth of the enemy.
His caution proves wise. As he approaches, one of the foes intones a spell of unraveling, another slashes the air with blood red light, a
death curse. Malarys flies across the battlefield upon a wind of his own calling, recognizing that guarding Amrelath is more urgent than remaining besides Rina and deftly picks apart the spell that would have robbed Amrelath of his ward leaving the curse to spend itself harmlessly against the dragon's scales.
Still the spell was stronger than a dragon of their breed and age should be able to muster, the thought barely grazes the surface of your mind. It is not as though Amrelath, Relath, or yourself do not put paid any notions that a dragon's magic cannot outpace the march of age.
Lightning flares from Waymar's hand through the two clouds of nightmare spun. and thunder almost seems to cleave one in two while leaving the other unharmed, as fickle chance would have it. Tyene's light alas has little enough effect, though Rina's fel winds sap the most wounded of your foes enough that you feel as much as see the ripple of
healing power with which it mends itself anew.
A contingent spell, they cannot have more than one of those, you know.
As you begin intoning the words of a summoning in stone, Amrelath and the darkenbeasts smash into the nightmare wyrms, and while not all their blows are telling against the flowing sand, many leave their mark. A mind dragon's slender tail darts in, once twice, seeking the weakest of the two, the one whose healing spell is spent. Acid burns though its veins, but it does not falter, it does not fall, even as your own spell reaches fruition, as a titanic boulder of living earth smashes into the temple of Tiamat.
That its guardians had not considered... you think in satisfaction as you watch the crude vault crumble inwards.
The broken temple opens like a maw into the heavens and from that maw there comes a call, hideous and mesmerizing at once the voice of the Mother of Dragons calling her children home. You shake it off easily enough, and beside you Dany is shaking with rage. Three of the darkenbeasts had been ensnared, spiraling upwards on the thermals the better to attack Amrelath or you from a dive.
What do you do?
[] Leave your companions to handle the enchanted dragon-kin, you have business inside the temple
[] Try to subdue the enchanted dragon-kin
[] Write in
OOC: I did not roll for what the other forces besides the dragons were doing this rotund yet since that would have taken long enough that I do not think I could have gotten the update posted tonight. IC it's a mater of Viserys not being able to count losses with his attention focused mostly on the nightmare dragons. Not yet edited.