Harvest whatever interesting you can find from the dragon. Second wind.
"Magnificently done, dwarf Thoradin. Couldn't have done it mesself. We should rest. That was one tough bugger."
Also harvest from the dragon, first raising my hand in thanks towards Karl. Glare at Alexander as the harvesting commences.
Good fight, and well fought, Thoradin.
"What a day. Blasted beast."
Spend healing surge, kick the dragon's corpse in irritation.
Alexander takes his foot off of Nadarr after digging his heel into him. No damage is dealt, except to pride. You begin by attempting to harvest parts of the dragon that you think are necessary; poison glands, bile, bones, scales, wing membrane, blood, the heart, teeth and claws. (
CRIT) (18+10) (19+10) (18+10) (
FUMBLE) (19+10) (6+10) (5+10) (16+10) You manage to harvest, with the excess bottles and vials from all the potions the party has drank (but never threw away the bottles for some reason) and receive the green dragon's breath glands, two bottles of dragon bile, almost every bone in the dragons body, 77 dragon scales, eight bottles of dragon blood, forty three dragon teeth (one of the largest is taken by Thoradin), twenty dragon claws, a ruined wing membrane and a destroyed dragon heart. Sadly, you do not have nearly enough inventory space to carry all this yourself (even with the bag of holding). Weston comes up in your gutting and kicks a nice mark on the dragon's scaleless body. The dragon's hide seems to still be effective, so you continue to work on that (16+10) and you succeed in getting 30lbs of it (roughly a square meter)
Excellent hit Thoradin
isbat seaches the dragons lair for loot
Thoradin nods at your comment and the two of you enter the cave as Alexander cleans up the dragon's corpse. He lights up a torch and you descend into the darkness. About 40ft in, you see the torch catch something and it shines. Going in closer, you see the dragons hoard, which, despite the stories, has more weapons and arms and crafts more then gold and jewels (there are still some however). Thoradin spots a large executioner's axe buried in the piles of metal and takes in in place of his current weapon. He turns to you.
"Take what you need. Any wealth you find here is yours. I'm taking a couple things to prepare myself for the battles ahead."He digs in the pile a bit and tosses something at you.
"You seem like someone who would want this."Its a strange scabbard with rubies adorning it. Its obviously magical