10 Minute Tales, Part 2

Aug 17 - Game Night

"Okay, roll for it?" the game master asked. He was proud of himself. His adventurers had travelled far in his world, they had conquered many trials, and here they were at the grand finale. The man playing the warrior took a die and threw it. It tumbled and bounced, skittering across the table - nearly catching one of the figures. He winced slightly as the die came to rest. One. "Okay, uh, that's not gonna do much..." he looked to the woman sat beside him. "Lyssa, it's your turn."

"Seeing the warrior's axe barely scratch the scales, I run up the ruined staircase here..." she reached over and moved the figure representing her. "... and aim to strike true with my bow."

"Okay, you're on the right side to try and crit, so go for it." he told her. She nodded and took the die, throwing it with glee. Her grin grew when it stopped on twenty. "Oh, nice! Okay, roll to confirm?" she threw it again, and this time scored fifteen. "Hm... plus your feats... okay, yeah, you crit! Damage?" Another die tumbled onto the table, showing an eight. "Oh, jeez, fate's speaking, huh?" he chuckled, prompting agreement from the others. "Okay, so, uh... as you loose the arrow, you feel as though a flash of light illuminated the room briefly. The arrow flies through the air with a gentle whistle, before slamming into the dragon's hide." He punched his palm with the other hand for emphasis. "The beast roars in pain and staggers to one side, trying to stop itself from falling over."

"Oh, please." another voice boomed from above them. They looked up to the third player; a dragon himself, he was controlling a dragon knight character. "One arrow wouldn't be able to cause a dragon to stagger, even on a critical hit."

"Well, it hit your weak spot." the game master pointed out. "I thought your heart was there?"

"Let me see... very well, I'm willing to concede that it would be a grievous blow." he huffed, a puff of smoke drifting out too. "But this alone wouldn't be fatal."

"Come on, Dramyr." the first player pouted. "You're always doing this crap."

"When you have lived for centuries, my young friend, you develop an appreciation for such details."

"It's just a game, old-timer. We can just go with the rules."

"You're just jealous because you barely hurt the dragon." Dramyr grinned slightly. The player huffed and folded his arms. 

"Anyway!" the game master spoke a bit louder, getting their attention again. "Lyssa's shot did a lot of damage, the dragon is visibly weakened, but it's still putting up a fight. If anything..." he rolled another die, comparing the result to some notes he had made. "Yeah, it's just angrier. It turns to face the staircase Lyssa's at and shoots a fireball."

"Come on, I'm in cover!" Lyssa's player objected. "It wouldn't be able to hit me with a fireball."

"No, you're right. But it's smart, it knows that, so it's shooting at the staircase itself." he rolled a few more dice. Lyssa's player held her breath.