Easthaven

Round 2 Summary

With Aerihykloarara’s roar ringing in the ears of the giants, the heroes and their allies try to press their advantage.

The fallen giant near Reothadh punches out at the dwarf (22 damage to Reo if no Shield) and then tries to rise, but the tribesmen around it cut at its legs and arms and it falls once more. Reothadh finishes it off with a with his conjured weapon buried deeply into the monster’s chest. The tribesmen move on to the next two giants, but in a moment the seven warriors become five as two of their number are crushed (Tribesmen take 76 damage, and deal 53 to G2).

Vincent’s opponent seems to care not at all that a dragon is on the battlefield, for this giant is a seasoned warrior itself. Indeed, the skulls of wyverns and other grisly trophies decorate its armor. Vincent strikes like a viper, every blow fueled by shadowed power, but this giant correctly handles its agile foe. It simply falls forward on top of Vincent, blanketing him with its massive girth (Vince takes 65 damage). When it pulls itself back to its feet, Vincent lies flattened in the snow, barely alive but fading fast (Vince is dying).

Aerikykloarara is a silver dragon, with breath cold enough to freeze most enemies solid. Knowing that this weapon is useless against frost giants inured to even the most extreme cold, she calls on another use of her breath. She swoops down across the giants fighting hand-to-hand with her allies and exhales a paralyzing gas over the heads. Giants are hardy folk, but two of them succumb to the gas and are stuck mid-swing of their weapons, including the one looming over Vincent (Giants 2 and 4 are paralyzed). She passes by again and with another roar and incredible strength she tears into Vincent’s opponent, ripping away its life with draconic might (3 autocrits on paralyzed G4 and it dies. I think this heals Vince some?). She takes to the air again, claws and maw stained with frost giant blood.

But then… Cryshal-Tirith, the crystal tower created in Crenshinibon’s likeness, lashes out in retribution. Even in the light of day the tower emits a blinding glow, and a beam of incredible radiance flashes from the top of its spire to strike Aerihykloarara in midflight. The dragon is blasted and thrown into an uncontrollable tumble from the sky, and falls onto a nearby house, completely shattering the structure.

With great pain the dragon pulls herself free from the rubble, but with a mangled wing and bone jutting through two of her legs, she does not look good. Not to mention the seared flesh along the right side of her flank, neck and face. And then a thrown boulder smashes against her, and she writhes in pain. Then another boulder. And another. The trio of giant rock-throwers move out of the remnants of Vincent’s spell and pull more rocks from sacks hanging at their sides (Aeri takes a total of 168 damage. If not for Legendary Resistance, she would be dead).

Rastix comes to his senses and finds that his friends are in danger as dire as ever. Much to his relief, however, he finds a familiar glowing, winged figure appear at the head of a large group of reinforcements (Zen, Ilmadia, and their forces have just arrived).

Round 3 Player Phase!!!

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Scores of barbarian tribesmen flood onto the battlefield, supported by well-placed arrows and spells from the companions, as well as a very angry triceratops. The frost giants fight bitterly to the end, and boulders find several of the companions (Ras takes 29, Zen takes 28 unless he Shields, and Ilmadia takes 32). But giant after giant drops, and once Ras heals Aerihykloarara she finds the strength to join the fight once more.

Vincent slays the last giant, and then demonstrates his greatest display of shadow magic yet by ripping the monster’s spirit free to join the group as a ghostly ally (The specter’s size is huge).

An awful voice carries through the air. The pit fiend Merodach flies above the Temple of Tempus, barking orders and organizing Belhifet’s remaining forces. A handful of giants, Joril Frostbeard among them, rise to stand before the broken temple, and a dozen monstrous devils fan out to take up defensive positions.

But the humans...

The tribesmen once swayed by the magic of the tower clutch their heads as they stumble about, though many make their way over to the heroes’ forces with hands in the air. Those who pass by too closely to the devils find themselves quickly and brutally slain, and any who wander toward the temple are commanded to submit or be killed on the spot.

And the two giant metal men, easily as large as the frost giants, begin to take their own places in the defensive formation. To the heroes who traveled to Dorn’s Deep, they appear much like the iron golems that Malavon made use of, though these are much larger.