DRAGON RAGE: ORIGINS.

[murderbaby]

WHO: Aziraphale, Julius, Val, Mhavos
WHAT: Everyone loves Canadian rappers.
WHEN: Probably around Harvestmere.
WHERE: The Storm Coast
NOTES: Stop dragon my heart around.

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[degenere]

The drake, meanwhile, is seething, heat coming off of it in waves. It feels like standing too close to a forge, and Val makes another note before he snaps his book shut and tucks it back into his satchel. The ice that binds the creature's feet crackles dangerously, as the drake flexes its legs, straining for freedom.

"A distraction," Val suggests, brightly. "The thing about these creatures is that their attention is easily caught. It is looking at us now, yes. If we give it something else to look at, it will then, naturally, look away. I can run over there and make a great deal of noise. Any one of us might do it. But if we have the gift of spellwork... can not that create a distraction that might give us the chance to head for safer ground? Perhaps that way?"

He points, the way out, or back, or to safety, however you want to think of it. Primarily it is a way currently behind the drake's great scaled tail, which is as thick as a burly man. It will also afford Val a better angle from which to draw the creature's spade-shaped head as well. Very good, for him.

[overharrowed]

"Risky, but possibly our best chance." Julius mentally runs through his spells, looking for something handy. "A flame blast wouldn't hurt it much as a direct hit. Centered elsewhere, though, it's loud and literally flashy. It might buy us a few moments of divided attention." He wishes he had something better; he knows a lot of mages who would, but his own specialties lend themselves more to traps and dueling other mages.

He glances back at the other three. "If I give a try, are you ready to make a run for it? I can protect our rear if the three of you are a quick about it." They don't have long to decide, based on the loud crack of ice as the drake approaches renewed mobility. "If you can make it to that ridge, we can create a choke point there." Glyphs will be much more effective that w ay; thank the Maker that drakes don't fly, he thinks fleetingly.