A quick scout of the upper level of the lair before tackling the mighty beast was in order, but Blake’s fuzzy head, and Shadow’s toady fingers saw the alarm go off, and Ice Trolls come to put a premature end to the assault. It turns out that Tony (aka Cookie Monster) was quite a nice chap, and was happy to ignore his burning friend and chow down on Ryndall’s magically conjured delights; and help us kill The Big A. Ryndal uses his mighty power to cure an Iceman we stumbled across, and a dozen Kobolds scattered at the sight of us. After some dicking around with ropes and pulleys, invisibility and general clumsiness, we all made it down to the lower level. Thus began…
The Demise of Arauthotor
In the lair of Arauthotor
The Famous Four did plot.
Shadow clutched the magic arrows
With which he would be shot.
The Fearless Five stalked their prey
But stumbled on some Skrags.
Fire, oil, arrows, fire,
Reduced them to a pile of rags.
Tony was not so impressed
With the heat and fire and death.
But the charm of Blake was on hand
A magic flute to hold his breath.
But now, of course, the cover was blown,
And Arauthotor was on his guard.
Even Shadow’s (short-lived?) friend
would find scouting very hard.
Some of the Five did shit their pants
When Arauthotor did appear.
But Hitum’s boldness was n’er in doubt
His axe sinking into the rear.
But what is this? Hitum is hurt.
The dragon has a shield.
Damage for us when we strike,
No matter the weapon we wield.
The battle looks grim for against the Heroes
Even the lair did fight.
Ice from the roof, magic freezing fog,
Walls appearing left and right.
Blake all confused and fearful,
launches a powerful blast.
But the dragon laughs it off
Taunts him for another cast.
Out of hiding springs sure death
As Shadow launches Missile One.
But the magic shield is all too great,
The damage inflicted is none.
I stared the monster in the eye,
Courage for my friends I did not lack.
I dispelled the magic shield of his,
But teeth and claws made sent all black.
Sneaky, slowly, draw the string,
Shadow sights Arrow Number Two.
Sneaky, slowly, fumble the arrow,
But halfling’s luck is true.
Old White Death’s neck: new decoration.
Howl and Roar!
The shot was the greatest any had seen,
The magic arrow sank deep into dragon bone.
And meanwhile nimble Hitum
Recovered Arrow Number One.
Old White Death was far from done,
Retreating to build an attack.
But Hitum surprises all
Once there, now here, whack-whack.
Arauthotor beats his wings
And ever-stable Hitum falls.
And sneaky Shadow, what of him?
Twang, an arrow to the balls!
Arauthotor has called some friends
More Ice Trolls to the fray.
But they are slow and hungry,
Three heroes heed them no pay.
Old White Death is looking sick,
Perhaps Ryndal can be persuaded to heal.
The cleric points his hands and calls.
The Gods answer his appeal.
The bolt of radiant glory
Flies across the lair.
Why would Ryndal heal the beast?
And not Sacred Flame his hair?
But what is this?
A simple spell that Ryndall n’er cast?
The radiant bolt was the final blow,
Old Arauthotor breathed his last.
What a mighty battle,
Triumph for the Band.
Blake wakes up to find
Everything was all in hand.
And what treasure to be found,
Frozen in the ice?
Sword, armour, bow, beads,
Wand and headband. Nice.