Gold Dragon 4

Gold Dragon 4 is an encounter in Civil War.
==Enemies==
* Rebel Night Blade (100 Gold, 100 XP, 100 Energy, 3/3/3 HP)
* Rebel Silver Arrow (100 Gold, 100 XP, 100 Energy, 3/3/3 HP)
==Transcript==
===Introduction===
It was an awkward moment. Ranlatta was no aristocrat, and hadn't been raised to understand all the finer points of social deportment. But she doubted even the best finishing schools in the kingdom could have prepared her for this situation.
They'd been heading towards their camp, amidst rain that poured heavier by the moment -- turning the ground into one great mudslide, lashing their exposed flesh, and drenching their clothing. Lightning flashed from the heavens. It zapped towards the face of Tor'gyyl and landed somewhere close by. The bolt's burst of brilliant white light seemed to illuminate the entire world. Ranlatta and her comrades stood revealed in the moment of brightness, as did the other band of masked men and women who'd just clambered out of a trench cut into the hillside.
The two forces stared at each other for that split-second, too startled to act, while the cascading rain and booming thunder smothered their startled voices. Darkness fell.
Symric was beside her. He grabbed Ranlatta's arm and pulled her back, while his dark-seeking eyes guided his blade. The goblin thrust into the blackness and pierced a shadow.
Another shadow moved. A heavier patch of darkness detached itself from the night and leapt at her. It struck her hard, driving her back. Ranlatta's boots slipped out from under her and she fell. That viscous darkness loomed above, an ebon avalanche.
===Conclusion===
She made a wild parry and steel clanged on steel. But the next blow beat her blade aside, knocking it away. Lightning flashed again. It burst across the world in a white wave. The felpuur above Ranlatta flinched, his big black eyes stunned by the explosive illumination.
The captain sat up and thrust at his thigh. Her blade was silent in the thunder's roar, a soundless killer that opened the felpuur's femoral artery. She kicked his legs out from under him. Then she scrambled up, nearly floundering twice on the sodden ground.
A third electric flash bloomed across the horizon. In its glow they stood victorious, above the bloody corpses. Fortune or the gods of night had favored them.
Category:Civil War