2nd Adventure 2nd Session

Well, after the group rested up, they continued onward towards the mountains. There trip was going relatively smooth, late in the third day however the troupe encountered a pack of wild boar. The encounter was handled swiftly. The beasts attacked with vigor and ferocity, but it was easily overcame. Baerd met there ferocity with his own, mingled with regret, hatred, and suicidal determination. Erantaelik took to a second one leaving baerd to handle one of his own. The dark elf used magic and sword as well as dark gifts to keep the beast mired down and focused on himself. When a third one joined the fray, Azriel used arrows and a keen understanding of the beasts to keep it pinned and confused. Dalanar as always, remained safely tucked away under the watchful eye of Kharask. The wizard used his superior understanding of the weave of magic to launch powerful blasts of force against his foes, weakening them even further. Kharask did his assigned task, bolstering his allies with words of encouragement, and using snap commands to move and manipulate the battlefield. The battle ended quickly, and Azriel took some time to carve up some fresh meat for the troupe.
Later in the day, as night drew increasingly closer, the troupe met up with a wandering trader and his daughter. It seemed there ox was in some kind of duress. Moving in to help, Azriel quickly took to calming the beast. The drow and the dwarf stayed back for the most part, and Kharask and Dalanar set to looking at the tradesman's goods. The encounter was a refreshing get away from the battle and blood of the field. The encounter was also insightful. With increasing evidence, the troupe is noticing that Erentaelik does not belong above ground. Kharask tried to chastise the drow, but was relatively unsuccessful due to his own harsh words, and the pride and arrogance of his drow ally. Regardless, the troupe set out once again.
Early the next day, the group saw a green dragon flying above them. The powerful beast headed east of them. Kharask made a snap decision to kill the thing. Not only did he feel it would put an end to increasing Kobold activity in the area, wandering tradesmen would be far safer with the beast destroyed. His allies were not enthusiastic about it. Azriel conceded for the greater good, and to ensure that the friends they had just made would not end up a meal to the beast. Dalanar was set against it. Taking the eladrin for a coward, Kharask dismissed him, stating that he could wait behind until the group killed the beast. After being informed that he would not be privy to any of the beasts treasure or spoils, he changed his mind, but only reluctantly. The drow seemed more put out that he wasnt asked properly, again showing the arrogance and pride of both himself, and the dragonborn. Finally the troupe set to finding the dragon, moving down to its lair, luring it out, and attacking it ruthlessly.
The battle was hard fought. Everyone did there part, fighting with everything they had. Dalanar assaulted in with conjured spikes of force, and set a powerfull explosion upon it that nearly took its wing off, later on in the fight, as the battle came towards its conclussion, he suprised the draconic beast yet again by conjuring a near sentient ball of fire wich he set to attacking the dragon. Erantaelik attacked the beast with equal ferocity, using magical wards to protect his allies, he also harried the beast with magic of his own. Lightning, flames and waves of sheer force leaped and danced from his blade as he continued his assault. Kharask, although not as effective as some, did his part well. Seeing dalanar getting assaulted by the dragon, he charged it without thought, breaking its attention and allowing the eladrin to recuperate slightly, he then used the confusion to get underfoot of the beast, swinging wildly until the creature was entirely repositioned and the eladrin was safe. Baerd was the main damage of the attack, he set upon it with everything he had. His axe carved great gashes into the beast, he severed one of its claws and nearly tore the things head off on several occasions. In the end, it was an arrow but the ever resourceful azriel that brought the beast down. Staying ever on the edge of his bows range, he had been striking the beast with arrow after arrow, looking for an opening to finish the creature. When the time came, and arrow in the dragons eye felled it. The troupe then took there time, taking trophies from the dragon, and hunting down its treasure horde. Revitalized by there victory, but exhausted by the battle, the troupe decided to rest at the dragons lair for the evening.

and thats all till next session.
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