Torma viciously swings at the beast. (d20+8=17: Miss)(d20+9=15: Miss)(d20+4=14: Miss) The dragons wild flailing seems to make him harder to hit. Rantic is felling very touchy-killy today. (d20+3=21: Hit; 3d8+8=16) The dragon screams in rage. Hort goes in to stab, her right arm moving like lightning. (d20+22=23: Miss)(d20+22=23: Miss)(d20+9=10: Miss) Bad luck all around. “How do you like this!” The dragon takes a deep breath and exhales in Rantics direction. (Miss chance check: d100=23: Hit)(Reflex save: d20+5=7: full damage; 8d4=17) Rantic tried to avoid the hit, but gets bathed in acidic breath. Danton smashes the dragons face. (d20+11=22: Hit; 1d8+6+1d6=15) The dragon roars, then slumps to the floor.
Rantic screams in pain and wipes the acid from his face and looks up... and sees the dragon slump to the floor. "Stupid bastard!" He quickly regains his composure. "I could use something against the pain, but otherwise I think I didn't suffer any major injury, luckily I closed my eyes on time. Nobody else got hurt, right? That's good." He let's out a sigh. "Well, guess we earned our reward." Then his eyes light up and he seems joyous. "And I have the opportunity to disect a Juvenile Black Dragon! So much knowledge to gain." He begins studying the dead beast, first from the outside, but fully planning on disecting it and study it's acid spraying mechanism, where his heart and major arteries are, etc.
"I can help a little with that acid burn, Rantic." Danton converts Detect Undead into Cure Light Wounds and casts it on Rantic. (Heals 1d8+5) He then turns to the statue. "Oh great goddess, we have completed the task assigned to us. I humbly request our reward."
"Well done! You reward is a wand that can summon aid to you." A wand appears in the statues outstretched hand.
"Yeah! We killed it. Nice hit Danton. What a nice gift from your goddess too. I can't wait to see what happens to everyone's equipment at the Krongery shrine too." Hort puts his weapons away
"Thank you, Hort. Anyway, either Rantic or I can use this wand. Who do you guys think should carry it?"
"Why don't you take it? I have my own aid right here," Rantic pats his robe, "and after i am done studying this one I'll have a skeletal dragon added to that." He grins. "Would you like me to see if I can recognize the kind of aid?" [arcane knowledge check +11 or spellcraft check + 13]
" I thought dragons were clever." He pokes the dead dragon with his sword a couple times "That, wasn't a very clever move little dead dragon." " We're starting to have a huge collection of those wands, sheesh. Better start making a good use of it."
"No one wants to know?" Rantic shrugs, thinking they're a bit weird. He resumes dissecting the beast, when it's finished he animates it to become a Skeletal Dragon and orders it in his robe. ((if someone wants to use the hides better interrupt Rantic as he's not thinking about the possibility))
Enter the dragon, in the robe. "Yup done, if there's nothing else here we can move on." He thoroughly looks around, behind the statue and such [search +7]. "Oh just one sec." Rantic peaks through the smashed doorway and tries to see if he can recognize where this connects with the map. If the search doesn't give anything and he can't see anything out of the ordinary there or how it connects he's ready to move on.
(Dragon has been robed) It does not look like anything you recognize. Everyone tromps through the portal, and is in 45'x55' room with an anvil in it. There is another portal, and and strangely, no doors. This anvil is raised on a small platform, and there is carvings all over the anvil, platform, and the surrounding floor. (mentioned because the other anvil was just on the floor, and there were no carvings.)
"Err..." Torma looks greatly incomfortable at the idea of a room without non magical exits. "Where ARE the friggin' doors ? What if the portals stop working !" He looks around desesperatly but upon seeing the carvings on the anvil his mood suddenly changes, "Oh... An anvil of Krong ! I hadn't seen one since I left Home ! " He hurries to the anvil.
Ooh, this is my chance. "Uhhh...Great and Mighty Krong? Be this another of thigh forgesteses?" This could get real cool if I can be like the Ace of Anvils. "God-guy? Sir?"
