Arkrhyst

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Episode no.	Episode 84
Date	2009
Game Master	Abbe
Characters	Honeypot Nathaniel Nell Velicia
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The white dragon.

The alarm still sounded and a little anxious I looked around noted some kind of smoke or mist coming out of the cave that made up the mouth of the figure that made up the mountain. In that mist I caught a glimpse of a big monster flying out of the cave. I wasn't sure, but I still said to the others that a white dragon was on the way. Quickly Honeypot started a ritual for protection from cold. I hid among the boulders just outside the circle and even Honeypot ducked lower while continuing her ritual as the dragon came closer.

It came diving down towards us but as it closed in on the stone circle it almost stopped and flapping its wings it said something in a strange language with a booming, powerful voice. Nathaniel later told me it was draconic and that it was threats of eating everyone. He answered it thusly;
"The only thing you will eat is cold steel."
It roared and dove down towards us. As Honeypot finished her ritual, I threw my dagger from my hiding place in the rubble, hitting it in the belly. It's thick scales lessened the effect of my dagger. I slipped away between a few bigger boulders and continued away from the others to try to make it harder to hit us all with its breath, or including me without it even knowing it. I had heard that the breath of a dragon was very dangerous. The dragon flew straight at us roaring, making us all shiver with fear. It hit Nathaniel with magic covering him with ice.

As it passed over us Honeypot flew up after it and struck one of its wings making it tumble to the ground. I attacked it with a thrown dagger again, being careful to move around but keeping hidden from its view. Poor Nathaniel was ice cubed. Honeypot flew down to him and helped. She outflanked it and while it tried to keep them both in sight, I caught a glimpse of its neck and threw my dagger hitting a vital spot. It hurt it bad, but dragons don't die easily. Another attack hit as well before I hid carefully behind a rock as I knew it would want to get even. But Nathaniel, free from the ice, hacked at the dragon as in a frenzy. Strike after strike hit the dragon who suffered heavily. It focused fully on him with its attacks. Honeypot took advantage of the distraction and used dominating magic on it. She told us it was under her control, at least until we hit it, but it was an awful beast and deserved to die. I threw my dagger again and the dragon was getting weaker, bleeding from many wounds, as did Nathaniel. Honeypot used her control over the dragon to talk to it in its old tongue, while we struck it again and again. Finally it broke her magic and tried to fly away. Once more Honeypot flew after it and struck a wing felling it to the earth.

Leaping across stones and boulders I darted across the battlefield to stab it where it lay. Nathaniel, still riding Shadowmist, rode out to the middle of the stone circle and reared his big, black horse. Then he charged the dragon from the other side. It returned the favor with its cold breath and claws. He was wounded, but he had had worse. Still Honeypot cheered him up. With snarling ferocity I attacked, my dagger biting deep into the dragons flesh filling its heart with doubt. It flapped its wings weakly as it fell over. I jumped up on its neck and drove my dagger in to the hilt. A thundering silence spread over the landscape. The dragon was dead.

I took a tooth out of its big mouth to keep as a souvenir.

The night was upon us and we prepared a campsite. Honeypot cast a spell that made houses of snow that was hard to spot from the outside. I wondered how you could keep warm in a house made out of cold snow, but Nathaniel reassured me that it would work. I ate a late supper, that I had in my bag of holding, warming it on a fire that was made by Honeypiots magic. Nathaniel was working on the dragon most of the evening.

When I just had gone to bed he came in with a big bloody thing in his hands. He told me to eat it. I was very skeptical, but you have to try it before you can tell if its good or bad. It was bad. He told me it was the dragons heart. It would grant you magical powers if you ate from it. I didn't feel any different and I don't think Nathaniel or Honeypot did either as they too tasted it. I made my dagger create a blanket with golden brocade. It worked very well. I was warm and cozy all night.

Nathaniel woke me the next morning. I can't understand how he can get up so early every morning.