Lia looks at Fay as he grasps her arm. She knows now that any hope of peaceful negotiation is over. Using her foot she stretches out and pulls her bow to her that she had set down earlier. Barely clutching it in one hand suddenly she goes flying off the battlements as Fay pulls her off with him. A scream of fear dies in her throat as they float down slowly.
As they land she grabs an arrow and fires up at the drake. She thinks there is no retreating now. We kill him or die here.
Edited: Kyrroeth on 9th Apr, 2017 - 7:54pm
Seeing Poljen charge and, certainly not to be out done, Targul will join the battle raged barbarian. Letting out a loud yell, Targul engages the dragon with his great sword using all of his skill to try and get an advantage on the creature.
Out of Character: Using Action Surge right away to get two attacks on the beast.
The cleric, a human woman by the name of Janelle, tells Cratol of the fight with a great blue dragon outside the walls, and of the fall of sir Onthar and the rest of her comrades. She mentions that the dragon is even now assaulting the fort above, and does tell him where the others fell.
Onwen grasps Cratol by the arm as the monk readies to leave the cavern. "Where are you going?" he demands "You go out there on your own now you're liable to get yourself captured or killed. We should stay here or try to meet up with the others in the tower." Though he tries to maintain a calm visage Cratol would no doubt see the fear and uncertainty in Onwen's eyes, especially after talk of a dragon.
Nyzahr has made it to the top of the stairs and she slowly crawls up the few remaining steps, bending low as she tries catching her breath as well as avoiding the great beast's attention.
Her will still taut with the effort of keeping her cloak of invisibility cast about her, she intently observes the surreal scene unfolding on the tower top, barely suppressing a gasp of surprise as Lia and the one who calls himself "Fay" abruptly throw themselves off the battlements, but she quickly realises the other bard's plans as she hears him voicing the draconic runes of the Magic Of Feathers even as they plummet towards the cold, dry stone floor of the inner courtyard.
Turning her attention towards The Great Lennithon, she catches a movement from the corner of her eye: there on the far side of the roof terrasse, she spots Poljen and Targul coiling to spring into action… they both seem intent on charging the dragon !
This time she makes no effort to restrain her smile of wonder: truly the creatures of this Terrestrial Plane have yet much to teach her. So fragile yet so utterly reckless, so predictable at times, yet so full of surprises…
Nyzahr decides right there and then it will be a magnificent thing indeed to witness and accompany such obviously mad beings. What a priceless opportunity for learning this could prove to be !
Of course they'll all have to survive this day, first.
She braces her arcane powers and suddenly becomes visible as she grasps her long Bone Flute in both hands, and lifting it to her lips lets out a wracking, strident sonic blast just as the two warriors charge at the dragon.
Out of Character: : she's gonna wait to see Lennithon's reaction, but in the eventuality that everyone is indeed intent on attacking him, she will choose to try her luck with Dissonant Whispers.
Even as Lennithon will most likely pass his save, that could distract him just enough for Poljen or Targul to land a good blow or two.
She'll also give each fighter an D6 of Bardic Inspiration, that won't hurt either.
After which she will quickly retreat inside the tower stairs and make her way down towards the courtyard: she's planning on getting one of these reflector shields to bring back for the warriors, before they're both fried to an electric crisp… !
Edited: AshDrunbar on 10th Apr, 2017 - 2:15pm