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This was enough to make it stop and with a roar under the surprised gaze of the adventurers, the winged beast retreated, fleeing away.
Seeing the beast move away, the adventurers could only breathe a sigh of relief while Merren showed a look that was not at all satisfied.
"Let's follow him!", he exclaimed, surprising the rest of the group.
"Merren are you serious!? Can't you see we made him escape!" Amity exclaimed, confused.
"I know, and we can't afford to let him escape! Do you have any idea how much a dragon can hold a grudge!? If he escapes and heals his wounds he will come back to hunt us and we already have a problem with vampires, we can't have a fucking dragon on our tail!", replied the other.
Freya let out a deep breath, recovering from her terror.
"Merren is right, let's follow him... we can't let a white dragon become a further problem, if Malakia found out he could use it to his advantage", said the paladin, changing the direction of the broom.
Amity and Luz exchanged uncertain glances before nodding and walking alongside them, following the dragon.
They followed him for a good hour, until they reached what must have been his lair, a cold cave in the mountains beyond the river.
Malakia watched the dragon return, a smile on his lips that after a few moments turned into a confused frown as he saw the injured and limping dragon return.
His eyes widened as he saw the figures of the four adventurers following him in the sky.
With a wave of a hand the vampire became invisible, disguising himself in the presence of the four.
As soon as they reached the lair, the dragon growled warily as the four adventurers approached menacingly.
"Okay you overgrown lizard, we're not in the mood for whatever territorial bullshit you're involved in, so I'm sorry... but we have no other choice."
"You are a danger to us, and as cruel as it may seem... it is within our right to defend ourselves, I'm sorry," Freya commented and then cast Protection from Energy on Amity.
The witch let out a relieved sigh, holding Ghost in her hands.
"You almost turned me into ice, and that's something I tend not to forgive easily".
"And I don't forgive anyone who hurts my girlfriend!" Luz exclaimed, summoning Mage Hand and inscribing another glyph of light in an arrow.
"Comrades, the dragon hunting season begins now!", shouted Merren, charging forward with the rest of the group.
Luz shot the arrow which unfortunately bounced off the dragon's scale armor, Amity shot a powerful fireball of an intense dark purple, the explosion was parried by the beast's wings, grazing it.
The witch of abominations groaned in annoyance, moving further to the left to avoid being hit by the possible frost cone.
Merren bombarded him with Eldritch Blast, piercing his wings with the three beams, seriously wounding him and with a sword blow he leapt, wounding him in the snout and channeling the bardic power he used Inspiring Strike, flooding his companions with the power of his Bardic Inspiration.
Freya used the aforementioned inspiration to strike the foul beast, riding her broom and the halberd aimed at the dragon, the paladin darted in its direction and with a Divine Smite soaked in the blade aimed at the open jaws of the beast, ready to bestow a cone of frost to adventurers.
Like a bright and lethal arrow, the paladin penetrated the dragon's skull, breaking through the palate, passing through the brain and exiting the skull in an explosion of bones and brain matter.
Seeing this, the two witches and the bard were somewhat impressed by the paladin's attack.
However, they did not rejoice, too tired to recognize the victory.
"Oof, not bad... are you all okay?" asked the half-elf.
"Yes, just a little cold!", commented Amity.
"I... am filthy with dragon brain," Freya said, disgusted.
"I am fine too... and also... I'm a little sorry, it was his territory after all," Luz exclaimed, reaching them.
"Not me, he attacked us and we defended ourselves, end of story," the half-elf shrugged.
The witch let out a tired sigh, she needed some sleep, this evening had turned out to be more stressful than anticipated.
An unpleasant sensation however assailed her, a painful grip that made her scream.
This greatly alarmed her companions who saw the witch being enveloped by a bloody aura and being lifted into the air she was directed towards the chasm in the center of the den.
Malakia's familiar laughter filled the air, arousing the anger of the adventurers.
"Not bad, really... I'm starting to think I should have followed Balthazar's advice and eliminated you the moment you intruded, but I'm afraid it's too late for that," he said, reappearing a few steps away from them.
"Let Amity go now!" Luz shouted, pointing her bow at him.
The vampire grinned.
"Are you sure? Because I think this hole is pretty deep... I'm not sure if she can survive," he said and then narrowed his eyes.
"Now here's a proposal that you certainly won't want to refuse, the tome for the girl," he said, arousing even more angry looks from the four.
"You're a worm..." Freya commented, seething with anger.
"I am many things, paladin... but not one to miss an opportunity, give me the tome or you can say goodbye to your friend!"
Merren gritted his teeth and clenched his fist.
"Fucking moral choices," he muttered and then took the tome from his bag and threw it at him, making it fall at the vampire's feet.
"A wise choice, indeed," Malakia sneered, taking the tome and with a wave of his right hand throwing Amity at the feet of the two adventurers.
Luz immediately ran towards her, holding her up while Malakia gave them one last smile.
"It was a real pleasure to meet you, goodbye... heroes," he said and then used Dimension Door and disappeared from their sight.
The half-elf breathed convulsively and then erupted with a cry of frustration, leaving them with a bitter victory and an even more bitter defeat.
Sounds of screaming, cursing, explosions, and tears filled the dragon's lair.
Merren vented his anger by throwing fireballs against the ice walls, screaming and cursing in anger.
Amity on the other hand was crying in Luz's arms, blaming herself for being weak while the Latina reassured her that she wasn't to blame for anything.
Through it all the young aasimar stared at the ground, clenching her fists as she tried to calm herself.
The group was falling apart and apparently now it was up to her to keep it together.
Taking a deep breath, she composed herself and then approached Luz and Amity and placed a hand on the latter's shoulder.
"Hey, Amity... look at me," she said, receiving the witch's tearful gaze.
"You are not to blame, it could have happened to any of us, that damn vampire took advantage of our lowered guard and struck, threatening to kill one of us... and that's something we won't let go unpunished, so take a take a deep breath, give your girlfriend a hug and listen to her because she is right", she said with ...
The latter nodded, taking her friend's words into consideration, wiping her face with one hand, she turned her gaze towards Luz and smiled sweetly, hugging her, which the human witch reciprocated
Freya immediately followed towards the half-elf, still intent on venting his anger.
Making him turn towards her, the paladin took his face in her hands, the young bard breathed quickly through clenched teeth.
"Hey hey look into my eyes, look into me..." she said, looking into his eyes.
"Take deep breaths, calm down...wasting energy like that won't help you," she added in a calm, understanding tone.
Merren nodded, following the paladin's advice and taking deep breaths.
"Good, keep going... breathe," she whispered, giving him a soft smile.
After a few moments he calmed down, nodding and giving her a small smile in turn.
Shortly after, the paladin took a deep breath, thinking about what to do now.
"We must organize ourselves, Malakia may have taken the tome but it will be of no use to him if we think about recovering what is needed to stop the ritual", she said and then turned to the half-elf.
"You read the tome, what did he need besides the Tear of the Goddess?" she asked.
"The Staff of Arcamennon," Merren replied, crossing his arms.
"And have you read where it is?" asked the paladin again.
"No, it wasn't written there but I know a couple of things about it," the other replied, scratching her head a little.
"It was the staff of a mad priest who was killed twenty years ago ... and the body thrown into a ravine ... together with the staff," he replied, arousing looks of disappointment from the group.
"And do you know where this ravine is?", asked Luz, only getting a negative nod from the bard which didn't help their mood.
"Well... we'll see tomorrow at Pearlpoint, we'll go looking for information in the local library and we'll look for the staff, but if we don't succeed we'll have to go to the druidic circle where I grew up and warn everyone, even if I don't think they will agree in telling them that we will have to destroy the tear", r...
"It will not be necessary to destroy it, the ritual will require the full moon and if we can protect the tear until dawn the following day when it will be up in the sky, then Malakia will be able to do very little", explained Merren.
"And how long until the full moon?" Amity asked.
Freya looked up at the sky beyond the cave, eyeing the half moon.
"Mmm... I'd say four days," she replied.
"Oh, we still have some time then," Luz commented.
"Yeah and we'd better hurry, I'll start doing the Circle of Telep-," Merren replied and then heard something crack above his head.
Looking up he saw that cracks were forming on the ice wall and, opening his eyes wide, he rushed towards Freya in an attempt to move her away from her imminent danger.
The half-elf emerged unharmed but unfortunately the paladin was overwhelmed by pieces of ice and... gold?.
She snorted under the alarmed gaze of Amity and Luz who rushed to help her.
"Oof, I think the Risky Ring is bringing me more trouble than good," she exclaimed, getting up again with the help of the two witches.
"Yeah, I think you should take it off..." Amity said, showing a displeased look.
"Hey, Freya, are you okay?" Merren asked, standing beside her with a worried expression.
"Yes, don't worry," she said, giving him a soft smile.
"Oof, were you overwhelmed by... a sea of gold?", commented Luz, perplexed.
"Oh yeah, we're in a white dragon's lair, they tend to bury their treasures in ice," Merren said, crossing his arms.
"Mh and we'll take it now? Because to me it seems like a good compensation for being frozen alive," Amity snorted, crossing her arms and getting a sympathetic pat from Luz.
"The rule of adventurers is that if you kill the dragon, the treasure is rightfully yours," the half-elf commented with a smirk.
With that the group plundered the beast's lair, taking its gold, gems, precious and magical items, and finally returned to Pearlpoint, resting for the night.
Freya let out a tired sigh, straightening out her night robe and sitting on the bed, rubbed her sore neck.
Soon she heard a soft knock on the door and inviting whoever was behind it to come in, she showed a curious look upon seeing the half-elf.
"Hi," he began in a soft tone.
"Hi," she smiled, returning the gesture.
"Can I sit next to you?" asked the half-elf, receiving an affirmative nod from the paladin.
With a soft sigh he placed his hands on his lap, eyeing the young aasimar who looked at him quizzically.
"I wanted to thank you... for calming me down," he said calmly.
Freya smiled softly, giving him a warm smile.
"Of course, you needed a hand... besides the fact that you could have buried us alive," she commented, eliciting a mortified look from the young bard.