CLOSED: The Abyssal High Dragon

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WHO: Rachette, Metaari, Vivienne, Alejandro, Norrington
WHAT: Slaying the Abyssal High Dragon!
WHEN: 20 Bloomingtide
WHERE: The Western Approach
NOTES: There are two top-level comments below: one to (optionally) talk to and potentially run some errands for Professor Frederic of Serault, the other for the fight itself. The dragon will not by GMed; control it yourselves, have fun, and let us know if you have questions or need help!

Waxing poetic about the majesty of a high dragon or considering one a good omen is all well and good when one of the beasts isn't actually in the vicinity, out in the open, hunting. (They only do it every hundred years, so of course they're all doing it now.) By the time the team is sent in search of the dragon's resting place, it has already taken three horses and one soldier from one camp and set half of another on fire. Preventing it from doing more harm or taking an interest in the Keep is of paramount importance.

They know it breathes fire. They know it's hungry. They know it's a bloody dragon. The tricky part here--other than killing it--is finding it. As the group heads out, one soldier jokes that the beast might be residing in the Abyssal Reach itself, at the bottom of the seemingly bottomless gorge, surrounded by the corruption that's creeping up the cliffsides. Unfortunately, he may be right.

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Norrington handed out the potions, and took one himself, before bowing and taking one from Vivienne. He nodded at Metaari, in agreement for the man to make his move to his position. He gestured for Ratchette to find cover, noted Vivienne's position ...

Then made sure to call out, "Remember, we are not to touch the remains, until Fredric has taken his notes!"

That had been the agreement, after all, and James Norrington was a man of his word.

There, laid out the last trap, for the beast. Then he stepped back himself to scan the skies.

It did not take long - the beast must have been hungry. It swept in from the very pits itself, soaring high overhead. Brought in by the scent of the bait, but seeing a live meal in Norrington, it touched down and moved towards him at terrifying speed.

Many might have quailed, fought to hold their ground. Norrington charged the damned thing, making sure to twist himself at the last moment, so he could take a slice at the creature's neck, keeping it's attention fully on him as he yelled out a battle cry, firming his stance through his faith and determination.