Rolled 5, 5, 19 = 29 (3d20)
>>5579735>>5579742>>5579755>>5579765>>5579880>>5580171You raise your sword to parry the blow, holding the Green Knight at bay. His impact is a brutal one—his force is more than his size should allow, his technique simply to superior to yours in your state of divided attention. The elven blade is battered from your hand. You step back.
“You wish to know the nature of my armour?” you ask him, dodging another blow. “IT is one of the servants of the Dark Gods of the True Faith—the shoggoth, made a mere minion.”
You stagger back, duck your head to evade a killing stroke, and all the while you continue talking.
“It is just ONE of the magical swords which, through force of my DRAGON SOUL, I overcame!”
You spread your mouth in a wide grin, as you grab the hilt of this ‘Kinslayer’. It had very nearly cut itself free of the shoggoth-cuirass’ oozing tendrils.
“It was not the first to be dominated,” you proclaim. “Nor the last!”
You take a deep breath, exhaling smoke as you raise the temperature of your inner fire and awaken the Red Dragon King’s spirit to bolster your own. With your gods and your ancestor behind you, you turn your might will upon the animated weapon which you now hold fast.
[Spellcraft roll, DC 15/18/20]
