Re: The War of the Fallen Son
Tagath had just finished his errand at Last Stand. He took to the air, smug that Fandarel's silo for marble had once again been replenished. His keen multifaceted eyes scanned the horizon as he spiraled up into the sky. As he thought to lazily fly to Dalimond for a chat with Councilman Vandus, he heard a scream in his head, from one vaguely familiar.
"Semeneth?" Why would Semeneth scream and how could I hear it here? he thought. Perhaps he should go check. Using his weight, he dropped quickly to the portal system to get to Chiconis. Upon reaching the destination pad, he saw why the old drake would scream.
Fitting his crush claw on, Tagath jumped off the pad towards the nearest caster going for the bridge. I may not make it in time with speed, but this will! With a calculated risk, he let fly with his Improved Prime Bolt V, repeating the spell as quickly as his dragon claws and wings would allow him. With any luck he could break the concentration of any mage, if not the body itself. Inwardly, he grinned as pits began to form on the nearest wizard golem as the spells continued to wear away the stone itself guarding whatever was inside trying to cast.
Inwardly, Tagath focused his mental eye, causing him to skip a spell, but perhaps giving Chiconis a better defense. As his mind sought the minds of all he had ever greeted, he let out a mental plea for help to biped and dragon alike. Chiconis under attack by mage golems! Help us here before Chiconis falls!
