By Bright Chains and Heavy Seals
Eighteenth Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC
Lest one forget how vicious Relath can be in his wrath, the dragon chooses neither claw nor poisoned breath for his first blow, but rather a
spell to make the enemy fearful of the very water around them, the air-breather's terror of drowning in a world without air. One might almost pity the warriors gasping and struggling against Lya's conjured tendrils, though the final sorcerer still stubbornly resists the spell.
His mistress is not so fortunate, as Dany weaves
chains of blazing gold across Faerex's chest, tangling her limbs, and bind her by fate and
fortune conspiring, as Lya utters an
invocation to the Old Gods such as these waters have never known, calling upon the rightness and the balance of mortal realms to lessen the dragon's fel magics. Alas, her struggles grow no less energetic, nor is the malice in her pallid gaze diminished.
The worm moves, uncoiling from its precarious perch, sliding around the sphere of utter blackness and setting its blind gaze on Dany once again. Crimson tendrils reach out to grasp your sister, not only to leech her life but to draw her through the glittering surface into the belly of the beast. Flinging a hand out in denial, you speak the words of an old familiar spell.
Great warding wings reach out to protect her as they do you, the worst of the peril is lessened, though still her life ebbs more every moment.
Dany takes 3 Damage
Dany takes 7 Constitution Damage
As a wall of water slams into the creature, you fix your eyes upon the dragon still. She is the master, the worm only her creature, just as the fishmen are, though you do not hold out much hope for it surrendering. A shard of amber flies, cast with prescient skill that no magic nor ward could stop it. Bright amber light flickers around Faerex... and a moment later she is encased, plummeting like a stone.
Thankfully, Relath is not one to let her 'escape' so easily. He rushes to secure the dragon, even as the last free mage stops in mid-spell, staring in horror as his liege, likely as not his creator, is made helpless by her foes. You are not going to get a better chance than this. "Surrender and you will be judged fairly by your deeds!" you call out in the tongue of dragons, knowing the mages at least speak it.
To your surprise, all three of the mages cast down their staffs, though only a half-dozen of the warriors follow suit. You put them out of your mind a moment later. There is still one more threat to be fought, the one who had managed to do the most harm of all of your foes in this tainted corner of the Endless Waters, the most harm to
Dany. Fire tickles the back of your throat, but you ignore it, mindful of where you are.
While Dany sees to
healing herself, much to your relief, Lya wields the same spell against the worm as you had done against the dragon. One more an amber sarcophagus begins to sink to the bottom of the chamber, though this time you are the one to grasp it.
Dany is Fully Healed
"Well, that was a little more fraught than we thought it would be when you described Faerex," Dany notes archly to Relath after she catches her breath.
The warriors who had not chosen surrender, soon find their death beneath Relath's claws and their own kin before you can even reach them, leaving you to deal with those sensible few who took your offer. You have many questions to ask, a hoard to secure, and possible experimental subjects to capture.
What do you do next?
[] Command the fishmen to take you to the dragon's hoard
[] Try to catch more illithidae
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[] Ask the mages questions about their nature or their mistress' experiments
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OOC: Dany could have died here since Faerex had powers that also damaged constitution without counting as death magic. Alas for her she did not get to use them.
