Tyranny of Dragons

Never treat with dragons, even the good ones
Session 36: Heavy Metal

By Blake Starsong
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Shadow’s fug after our duplicitous treatment of him at The Council was weighing heavily on us as Elia (aka Otaaryliakarnos, a silver dragon) bore us to the the Nether Mountains. At one point it looked like he would cast himself off her back and into oblivion. After an uneventful camp in the Star Mountains, we arrived to the sight of Protanther, a magnificent gold dragon, and a bit of a grumpy bum.

Quickly thereafter we were joined by

  • Nymmur, representing the Bronze dragons;
  • Ileuthra, representing the Brass dragons; and
  • Tazmilkella, representing the Copper dragons.

Each of us had a chance to put part of the case that they should assist us in the war against the Dragon Cult, rather then charging off to deal with them alone and heedless of collateral damage. I think some of my diplomacy skills have rubbed off on my friends, as all hit the right buttons.

Of course, being an ancient race, they had had millennia of learning how to extract concessions in a bargaining situation, and we were an easy target.

Tazmilkella was perhaps the easiest to win over as it happened we were carrying ThunderClapper, the mighty war hammer that had been stolen from her hoard by The Cult. Hitum reluctantly parted with his favourite (if useless!) possession.

Otaarryliakarnos seemed easy at first – we just had to promise 20% of the spoils of war to the metallic dragons. Taz was pretty keen on this too. But, alas, there had been an incident in her past where a dwarven hunting party had mistaken her niece for a white dragon, and had killed her, skinned her, and made a nice suit of armour that looked just like Hitum’s plate. A simple pay-off was not going to work here. As such, Hitum must seek out the Battlehammer clan leader and get a formal apology for past Dragon Moots, where dwarves had killed dragons for sport. Further, she thought Ryndel should pious-up, and he agreed to build a temple.

I still cannot decide on my religion. Should I worship Sune (she’s hot!), Bahamat (totally awesome through Ryndal!), or just study Lore? I chipped into Bahamat’s temple. Perhaps his power will shine through me someday. With all of these dragons around, I need all the help I can get.

Ileuthra was very interested in the Dragon Masks, and suggested that we give him the masks for safe keeping in a secret place. I was happy to be rid of the thing!

Nymmurin had a mean streak, demanding I seek out Dala Silmerhelve and make ammends for my “poor treatment of her”. What could I say – I loved her at the time, and probably still do. But for world peace, I can take one for the team.

Protanther was a fiend, as expected. Still smarting from the last elvish Mythal that incited the Dragon Rage of years gone by (at the hands of Samaster, no less) he demanded an apology from King Melandrach for those heinous times.

Finally, with all concessions extracted, the Metalics agreed to work with The Council of Waterdeep and others to prevent the release of Tiamat. In appreciation, they gave us Plate armour of lightning resistance, 3 arrows of dragon slaying, and Thunderclapper!

Upon return to Waterdeep I took my medicine at Dala’s house, began work on the temple, and prepared for the frightening task of trying to extract apologies form the Dwarves and Elves.

We also looked in on Leda, who was in the care of a warlock named Kei$ha, an acquaintance of Shadow. Shadow’s fug had not lifted, (despite the marvellous spectacle of a council of metallic dragons!) and his passion for continuing to get fried, scalded, stabbed, thumped, gassed and spotted had gone. The adventurer’s fire had left him. He vowed to continue the fight against the Cult, but in his own way; not the adventurer’s way. So long, our little companion. Please keep in touch (I will send you 25 words every now and then…) Kei$ha, on the other hand, seemed like she was up for some adventure. Judging by the speed at which she raided our spell books, she has a little of Shadow’s property acquisition skills.

The Ballard of Dragon Council
(work in progress)

Humans have tricked me,
In them I don’t trust.
Into her hands,
ThuderClapper was thrust.

Humans can be good,
Dwarves, perhaps not.
Some treasure, a temple, an apology,
All will be forgot.

Open to ideas,
Super-planar or not.
Keeping the masks safe
Was his lot.

Humans can choose
Who to keep and who to drop.
But your ex-lover and son,
Must form part of your crop.

Humans are specks,
Discard them all.
Only an elvish apology
Will have me heed their call.

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The Council of Waterdeep part deux
Session 35: Welcome to Waterdeep. Guards!

By Ryndel Stonecastle

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While at the Host Tower in Luskan a message was received by Blake from the Council of Waterdeep requesting our presence to a council meeting at Waterdeep.
After the ambushes in Waterdeep and Luskan Blake decided to find some way of hiding the Black Dragon Mask from scrying thinking thats how we have been found in the past.
Blake spoke to the leader of the Host Tower Kashaan who traded an Amulet of Proof against detection and location in return for the spell books we had previously found including the spell book of the Thayan Mage Ashbara Joss or Rath Modar (not sure).

On arriving at Waterdeep we were greeted by Leosin and Remilla Haventree. After explaining to Leosin and Remilla who Leda was, she was taken away to be questioned about the Dragon Cult. Staying safe in Harper’s Hold we rested while waiting for the Council to convene.

Taking no chances Blake cast True Sight before entering the council to ensure no nasty surprises. One surprise discovered was a silver dragon hiding in the entourage of Lord Nevermember.

Lord Nevermember has been deposed as Open Lord of Waterdeep by Laeral Silverhand, ancient mage and one of the Seven Sisters, which is apparently an unusual occurrence.

After the usual scoring shananagins we were sent an invitation by Lord Volmer. Thinking it was maybe a masked Lord I agreed to go along with the strange cultist like guys that turned up with the invite. Upon getting close to the destination I came to my senses and decided not to enter the tent in the low rent part of town.

Inside Hitem and Shadow meet with Lord Volmer, a Bone Devil wanting information on the renegade wizards of Thay, specifically Rath Modar. This Bone Devil served Zariel, fallen angel and Archduchess of Avernus, that does not want Tiamat to escape. Volmer offered inducements to Hitem and Shadow who managed to summon Blake from his romantic? dinner with Remilla. Volmer was allied to the Leader of the Red Wizards of Szass Tam a lich? or some kind of undead. Rewards were promised from “Powerful friends” if Tiamat is stopped. Apparently Rath Modar and his associates (Azbara Jos?) are part of a rebellion against Szass Tam called the Thayan Resurrection. Little is know about this group or why they are helping the Dragon Cult.

Also a murder took place, an aide to Lord Nevermember killed an aide of Dwarf Ambassador Brawnanvil. Speaking to the corpse it appears it was charmed by someone called Lilith to kill the aide and then himself. A paladin of Othar Frume’s was also found to be under Lilith’s influence.

After revealing the presence of the Good dragons we left with the silver dragon to go to the council of dragons so off we went. Another lead to another Wyrmspeaker possibly is the Misty Forest under attack by Green Dragons, apparently the Elvish village of Altand was spared unexpectedly.

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Death in the Sewers
Session 34

by the late Shadow Catcher

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Dearest Kashara,

I send this message to you my dear friend with desperate news. I have been travelling the length of the Sword Coast to avenge the wrongs the Dragon Cult has done to my family. I have failed at each turn. The one conspirator I was able to kill has returned from the dead. The skills I have honed over the past year have served for naught against the might of but a single dragon. The cult now track us down within the walls of friendly cities, even in the holy sanctity of taverns.

We were attacked as we listened to Blake tune his lute, first by a mighty Black Dragon and my foe Rezmir. Then by infernal creatures, summoned from the nether planes, and finally by the insipid cultists. Many lives were lost in the tavern, the only thing saving us were the spells of my companions.

My abilities were worth naught, the great black dragon was able to see through both spells and my godlike ability to hide, he hunted me down like a rat and I could do naught. My companions fled, for the artefact they carry is important beyond measure to the cultists, and it’s protection is paramount. My companions came back to recover my shattered body, and Ryndel, was able to revive me. I am now horribly disfigured, with a scar running across my lower back in the shape of a dragons claw.

And so Kashara, I beg that you assist this band of heroes where I could not. Your must strike at the very heart and head of the cult. Your talents in seeking… and extracting information will serve the group better than my poor ability to hide. I now go to rebuild my family manor outside of Waterdeep to it’s former glory, perhaps before the end of days I will look over the misty plains and think of what life could of been if it were not for these cursed dragons. Come as quickly as you can to Luskan, here I will leave you some items and treasure to assist you in your quest.

Your humble servant,

Shadow

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The Battle for Castle Skyreach
Session 33: Where did all those damn orcs come from?

by Hitum “Hard” Battlehammer
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We waited for many days for Blogothkus our Giant Captain to repair the ship and kept a lookout for the Dragon Cult and their Dragons.
It then happened one fateful morning, Blake was in the sky watching for trouble, Shadow and I was sparring to hone our skills, Ryndel was urging Bloggy to hurry up.

The orcs led by some Dragon Cultists some how breached our defences and came from behind. Ryndel quick thinkingly brought up a Blade Barrier but left a gap (crazy thinking but he wasn’t trained to think like a warrior). We killed a few before they started to retreat.

It was just the first of the scouting forces, as a bigger force with 3 Trebechets attacked our main wall. There were many orcs supporting each siege weapon with a couple of Dragooning cultists acting as shooting lookouts. These weapons were deadly and quickly despatched our front ballista defense manned by a few yetis.
Blake from the air quickly launched a fireball as he went to wall to defend it. Even he got fired upon and felt the force of the deadly siege weapons. It wasn’t long before they breached our main wall, and made an opening.

Shadow quickly started shooting his arrows through the opening making the orcs think twice. Ryndel raced to the wall to see what destruction he could do to them.
Our Yeti friends valiantly fired the Ballista but they were no where near as effective as the Trebuchets. Hitum knew he couldn’t do much from range, but knew we desperately needed the assistance of the damn sleeping frost giants.

Another force sneaked through the gap with the blade barrier and things were really looking dicey. But Blake cleverly cast a wall of force around one Trebechets, which pretty much destroyed itself and trapping its crew.
Ryndell used his Flame Strikes to effect and our Ballista started to do some damage to the Trebechets. Hitum dimension doored to the sleeping giants and woke them up. Shadow blurred himself but kept firing his arrows.

The battle raged on, with the orcs and cultists having the numbers, but our small force fought valiantly. A wounded Blake bravely (crazily) dimension doored to the back of the enemy forces and sneakily cast shatter on one of the Trebechets. He got spotted but made a quick escape, teleporting to the furtherest tower.
Ryndel got surrounded by Cultists and kept swearing as much as my old sailing ship crew once did.

Our main Yeti reinforcements came bursting in yelling that the orcs were coming.
What the…then all the forces of the Orcs came, including their leaders.
If that wasn’t bad enough, Blake’s Ex’s came about riding a damn Dracolich and cultists in each claw- the same stupid White Dragon we threw down at the lodge. This is as bad as Rezmir coming back from the ashes. Both Leda and Talis were seeking Blake – was it for vengeance for what he did to them. I think only partly… as they mention something about the Black Mask was the only one they were missing.
The dragon fear came as well as the deadly freezing breath.

Then they went for Blake on the main tower.
Blake’s yetis fought bravely and managed to knock Leda to the side of the tower. Blake desperately tried to give his puppy eyes charm to Talis but failed miserably. Shadow used a scroll of lightning to hit the Orc leader thinking that with him down, it could turn the tide of battle. Ryndel healed as much as he could, and headed to the main wall tower to see what he could do. Hitum faced an army of orcs and a bunch of cultists single handedly – this is it, it wasn’t looking good.

We lost many of our allies but we managed to hold on. Blake quickly escaped and teleported to the Control tower. All of a sudden the castle shuddered and lifted off into the sky, the orcs started turning on the cultists and orc leaders. Talis seeing this made her escape leaving Leda to take care of Blake.
The orcs finally rised up against their leaders and the cultist to claim their freedom.
Hang on…did they just say they wanted to be part of our crew….what the…

Leda came rushing out of the tower racing after Blake, but then she saw Maccath. Oh no, we’ve seen this before.

Did we just get called for another bloody Council meeting – I hate politics.

But we just got more powerful, I feel my rage has been building up in me. Was it the dream sequence we just had where I’m sure I saw or felt my bear spirit, or was it my experience with the cursed Beserker Axe. Whatever it was..I feel somewhat different again with my primal self bursting with rage…

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Miklos Glacier III - The trouble with Giants
Session 32: Meet the Giants, A frolic on the ice.

by Ryndel Stonecastle
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After securing the Remorhaz egg we made our way to the Orc encampment. Stopping some distance away Shadow went on alone using all his sneaky skills to infiltrate the Orc Encampment and place the egg in a warm place, the Orc cesspit, dropping the egg in the pit while an orc made his own contribution.

While at the Orc camp the name “Gru-Nar” was heard , an Influential orc perhaps?

After Blake used a sending spell to announce our success to Allac the eccentric we were left with a few choices of where to go next. Another sending to was used to try and convince Bloguthkus to tell the giant leader Brunvild that the orcs where planning a revolt and were keeping a Remorhaz egg in their encampment, which was unsuccessful. After deciding to make our way to Uldoveld, the Meadhall of the Giants another sending was used to announce our presence to Bloguthkus to allow us entry to the hall.

Bloguthkus dutifully greeted us outside the hall and introduced us to Brunvild. Brunvild also failed to believe our story of seeing a Remorhaz egg in the orc camp. he also accused us of being grave robbers for having the ring a Storvirk, his brother. Proving our claim that we had slain Arauthotor by dumping the bloody head upon his feasting table he became more accepting of both us and our story of finding Storvirk’s body.

Declaring that us puny humans (and even punier halfling) were not worthy of allying with Giants he did seem intrigued by the idea of taking his war into the sky about Bloguthkus’ flying castle.

Brunvild proposed a 3 part test to see if we were worth allying to.

First was to wrestle his champion Ulfgar Stonehand.
Hitem stepped forward to take on this task, aided by a potion of Cloud Giant strength and the overconfident Ulfgar, he was quickly defeated.

Second was to drink the drink the spirit mead and go onto the ice naked carrying only one item or weapon. Blake chose his Lute, Shadow his sword, Hitem his Axe, and Ryndel his holy symbol. Deluded or drunk, out on ice, three encounters were had
First A herd of Reindeer appeared surrounding us and Pindalpau-pau, Mother of Reindeer, said we had been embraced by the herd. Giant Rune for Birth appeared on our chests.
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Next from the Glacier came a giant weilding a huge axe made of Ice smashing chasms into the Glacier with his Axe. He was Thrym, god of ice after avoiding the chasms we managed to find pieces of his Axe Thrindaxe?

And finally a herd of Ice Toads appears bearing a Yeti on a litter
The procession approached and the Yeti pulled aside his beard to reveal The Snow Fox who spoke and welcomed us to the kingdom of Estoria saying we were all spirit heirs of Salakko.

After these series of hallucinations, drunken dreams (who knows) we stumbled back to present our new Ice Runes, pieces of Axe and stories of the The Snow Fox to the disbelief of Brunvild. Who after allowing us to re-don our clothes and warm up announced are third and final task. To recover a Remohraz egg.

After much gnashing of teeth and a few expletives we journey to Orc village with a few disbelieving Giants to see if out tale of a Remorhaz egg in the Orc Cesspit was real. With judicious use of water spells and a levitate we were able to recover the egg from the cesspit.

Returning to the Giants, Brunvild then dispatched a small force of giants to deal with the Orcs. Greeting us worthy enough to strike an alliance with. We then explained our plan to recover the flying castle and use it to fight the Dragons. Brunvild agreed to staff the castle with giants from his tribe.

Completing his three trials Brunvild then gifted us with giant names
Ryndel became Ragnar
Hitem became Rollo
Shadow became Floki
Blacke became Bjorn

Once the deal was done we set off north to meet with the Dwarf leader Durro Thuldoun. After unsuccessfully trying to gain admittance to see the leader a quick charm spell on the gate guards and we were allowed in. After a fairly brief meeting with Durro we hurried to the market buying a sled, 100 assorted mining tools and a sled team.

Next top on our whistle stop tour of the glacier was skull rock to confirm to Allac that the orcs had been punished. We then recruited the Yetis to help free the castle from the Ice in return for some of them joining the crew of the castle.

After a few days work the castle was freed from the glacier and nearly ready to take to the air. Brunvild and his giants arrived to take up their aerial war against the dragons.
The time of taking to the skies draws closer.

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The night that never was...
Session 31.5 - ... or was it?

by Shadow Catcher

Lamenting his demonic beauties disfiguration Blake tiredly set up his mystical hut for the deflated party to rest.

Even Ryndel’s bland but quantiful food felt somewhat blander and more quantiful than usual.

Maccath’s moaning filled the tent. It was a different moaning from most nights, as she lay in agony of her shattered looks and withered hands.

Shadow’s jokes of “Maccath’s being less handy now” seemed to fall somewhat flat. However, Hitem’s tail of a legendary Paladin who vanquished many foes with only one hand, seemed to lighten the groups mood. It lightened even further when he mentioned the very same Paladin wore a swan on his head.

With Spirit’s lifted, the party set up its usual watch roster, allowing Shadow a very sound nights sleep. At some point during the night a group of ice creatures passed the tiny white hut and wondered if their very existence was being trivialised by the ability of a group of adventurers to avoid wandering monsters. One of the creatures paused a minute and mused that perhaps he was now just fluff rather than a combat encounter, and prayed to the voice of the north to give him further meaning. Perhaps appearing in a future encounter with the party and using the knowledge of the white hut to his advantage. But alas the thought was but a passing moment and the ice creature continued his aimless wandering of the icy tundra.

The rays of the sun pierced through the pre-dawn clouds, illuminating the glacier for miles around. To the south the orcs cesspit of a camp was clearly visible. A bit to the left was a large hall that could but only house giants. The remains of the crashed castle could be seen a little bit further on and even further to the east than the giant hall. And north of that a strange feature in the snow, a skull could be clearly seen in the mountains seemed to wink at the group. The party now refreshed and having gone up a level during the night felt their spirits lifted. They had a plan. Yes a plan. OK it was given to them by a clearly demented old man who may or may not be a wizard, but it was the best plan they had ever had.

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Miklos Glacier
Session 31 - Mad wizard, grumpy dwarves, angry mate

by Blake Starsong

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Once again, adventuring throws up many wonders, and my heart is broken. To think that less than a year ago I was being hit in the head by kobolds, and now I have been close to the gods more times than I can count. None more so than today when we battled a fierce pair of Remorhazes. Only Ryndal’s divine intervention prevented me from death. I have a holy symbol, and I love Sunee, but somehow I get the feeling that the way of the cleric may not be for me.

But I get ahead of myself, the week began at the crash site of Skyreach Castle. We tramped north to see a marvellous fountain of elementals. It was warm and snug, almost as good as a Tiny Hut. Each night on the snow we saw inquisitive giants. Was that McGuffin’s tent we came across? Finally we find Allac, the slightly unhinged wizard who has tamed a colony of yetis. He seemed to have his work cut out for him keeping them from smashing anything that moved, including each other, with large stones. What a wonder – yeti’s. I am far from Waterdeep on this adventure (note to self – write Allac’s story).

After a hearty caribou stew a la Hitum, Allac seemed like he could help us re-float Skyreach. He has an army of yetis to help dig, some powerful spells (hopefully!), and a simple, one-off payment plan called “get rid of the orcs who are working for the giants”. I was for an all out assault. Surely the 4 of us could kill 500 orcs, but Allac had a more cunning plan – perhaps he is not quite as mad as he appears.
Step 1 – get a Remorhaz egg from the mating grounds.
Step 2 – plant the egg in the orc camp.
Step 3 – dob the orcs into the giants and stand back.

Seeing as Step 1 has left my darling Maccath a bit disfigured (another love lost), and Hitum and I on a journey into a monster’s digestive system, surely steps 2 and 3 will be child’s play.

On the way to the mating grounds we came across a MKoz Dwarven caravan. I put on my diplomatic airs, but opened with a horrible faux pas – apparently one doesn’t mention a “Dwarf’s shit” to them (according to Shadow). But my training kicked in and I recovered. We all left that encounter decidedly unimpressed with the grumpy northerners. Only a voice from afar, that often seems to guide our adventures, seemed keen for us to pay them a visit.

A few days tramping in the cold, and 4 hours of digging led us deep into a Remorhaz’s burrow. Shadow cunningly flew invisibly down to the female (presumably – note to self: write treatise on Remorhaze breeding habits) guarding the egg and lay in wait. I hung back, ready to fireball anything that moved. Unfortunately, the thing that moved was right behind me, and it snapped me up in its jaws. I fainted from shock and then was swallowed. Ryndal’s god power reached into the beast’s stomach, and I was awake again. Thunderwave! Unconscious! The female was awake by now, and Hitum’s arrows seemed to be having little effect. He bravely opted to join me in the digestive tracts of the male, while Maccath entered the female stomach (but got off a few magic missiles first). Hitum and I dimensioned doored out of the beast, and I unleashed a mighty fireball. It seemed to have no effect, but I singed myself badly! It was not my day.

Speaking of bad luck, where was Ryndal in all this rough-and-tumble, I hear you ask. Well, his healing worked well, but his attempts to hit the beasts were the worst I have ever seen. Imagine a drunken Paladin trying to ward off a Sune-like prostitute in a bar, then you have an image of Ryndal’s magic going off in the wrong places. Finally he gets his wand out and paralyses the female. Shadows shafts finish off the male.

Wrapping the egg in chain mail, wyrm skin, and the occasional Heat Metal, we proceed to Step 2.

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Miklos Glacier - To Castle Skyreach
Session 30 - Don't eat the yellow snow.
by Ryndel Stonecastle

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Starting the day in the relative warmth and safety of Dalo’s cave on the Promentory of the Miklos Glacier. Darlo described some of the dangers on the Glacier.

North west of Dalo’s cave lies the Orc tribes of the Broken Tusk guarding the western passes of the glacier (What more needs to said, there be Orcs in there multitudinous numbers, bad attitude, and poor hygiene)

North of Darlo’s Cave lies the Remorhaz mating grounds (sounds bad, strangely not high on the list of sightseeing options for the glacier)

North East of Darlo’s cave the Dwarfhold Mkoz, led by Shield Dwarf Durro Thuldoun. Mining operation. Supposedly allied (paying blackmail?) with the Giants.
Approximately 500 Dwarves (Slightly better civilised than the Orcs, otherwise an unknown).

East of the cave lies the Frost Giants mead hall of Uldoveld. Rules by Jarl Brunvild.

(Frost Giants have already proved Hostile, suggest approach with caution and hopefully superior firepower). Currently Bloguthkus appears to be attempting to drown his sorrows in the Mead Hall.

Further East lines the Hot Springs, an unknown but apparently warmer area of the glacier.

Furthest East lines the Skull Fortress. Home to Allac the Wizard, recluse, weirdo and served? by Yetis. (No further information yeti)

Trekking across the cold bleak land of the glacier we were attacked by 7 invisible Winter Wolves who could have used a breath mint and a good case of skinning. 5 of the 7 paid for their underestimation of our resolve to continue our journey. 2 Managed to escape licking their wounds. Hopefully this will make them and the other wolves think twice before attacking us. (And hopefully they will be a bit easier to spot if still leaking blood)

While camping in the magical hut spell 3 Yeti’s stop by for a chat and maybe to borrow a cup of Wolf’s blood. However they were unable to find the welcome mat or door bell so they were left to ponder exactly what was hiding under the dome eventually moving on to yeti parts unknown.

Arriving at the crashed flying castle, Blake and Ryndel distracted the ogre guard left by Bloggy to guard the ship with food and good conversation while Shadow, Maccath, and Hitem looked over the castle trying to figure out what had happened to the castle.

They discovered that Bloggy maybe wasnt in control of this flying castle, instead it appears his dead wife Esclarota was in charge crashing the castle while it was under attack by Dragon Cult forces. She spoke to group as they explored the castle.

We believe that spells are required to return the castle to the sky. A spell of lifting possibly a levitate, fly or reverse gravity spell and a spell to control the clouds forming around the castle, possibly a Weather Control or similar type spell. Repairs will also be required to dig the castle out of the crater it has buried itself in.

Possibly more information could found talking to Bloggy at the Giants Hall (could end badly if the frost giants take offence).

Allac the Strange with his Yetis may be able to assist with the spells to fix the castle, but what will he want in return?

The Dwarves of Mkoz might be interested in stealing the flying castle from the Cloud Giants. Would that be wise with the guard ogres and Giants closer than the dwarf settlement? Is this even possible with Esclarota in command of the flying castle?

An ominous winged shape was seen in the sky from Dalo’s cavern, and Glados Esclarota did say that she crashed the castle to keep it out of the Dragon cults hands. I am sure a flying castle would be an asset to Tiamat. Where are the Dragon Cult, was that a dracolich?

Our party, To the destruction of the Dragon culted vowed.
A bard of leadership, if his words fail his fireball will leave the enemy host plowed
A sneaky rogue, though small in statue his dancing sword and precise shooting leave the enemy bowed
A warrior with sword, hammer, axe, spear, bow and might to wield each with skill that leaves enemies cowed.
A sorceress newly joined, rescued from the Dragon, haughty and proud.
A cleric of Bahamut the dragon lord, keeper of secrets and healer of the motley crowd.

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Arcane Brotherhood at Luskan
Session 29 - Magic Shopping

By Hitum “Hard” Battlehammer

Back at the Dragon’s lair we pay off the Ice Trolls.
On one of the Frost Giant Trophies we find a giant ring with an interesting symbol – Hitum decides to wear it around his neck

Marfaub, the Ice toad sage, and Mccath joins us and we store all their stuff in the bag of holding.

On the surface there is a huge celebration, and Bonecarver cures Blake with her druidic ways.

We journey to Luskan for the Arcan Brotherhood – taking 4 days.

On the way Blake does some scrying and we discover the following:
Frulam is in a cave with a number of slaves
Bogluck in on the road with some grassy plains
Rezmir is in a ice area camp – where we hear a huge roar

We meet up with archmage Kashan the red from the Brotherhood at the Hosttower.
The Brotherhood is also having trouble with the Dragon Cult, and they will be there when the time comes.
Mary decides to stay at the Hosttower with the Brotherhood.
Our reward for our efforts, is for Mccath to join us – where’s the bloody gold
Ryndel is offered a position with the Brotherhood, and he does so.
We find we can buy magic items and sell items with the Brotherhood – this could prove interesting

We stay at the Rusty Anchor and are visited by Delann Winterhound and his wolf. He tells us about Skyreach Castle falling at Glacier Miklos and asks us to retrieve it. There is a possible ally named Darlo who lives near the glacier and will aid us if we mention Delaan and show the Golden Leaf.
There is a also the orc tribe of Broken Tusk whom we should avoid if possible
Climbing the glacier is supposedly the safer route – tell that to the bloody Frost Giants

Blake scry’s our Cloud Giant ally and sees that he is in some kind of Giant Hall feating – very suspicious.

Hithum’s old charm trinket starts to spin and we can see Conrad Brawnanvil, he demands Hithum to reclaim Skyreach Castle for our clan. This could prove a problem as isn’t the giant’s our current allies. But the hatred of giants amongst the Dwarves runs deep, and can you ever really trust a giant.

We sail to the glacier and make our way across till we see a huge clifftop.
Blake flies across and readies the rope, when he is attacked by 4 frost giants – damn those giants. A huge battle it is with fireballs, dimension door to get to the top, boulders been flung, lots of grabbing, feather falling, and smashing…
We eventually triumph, and find our way to a cabin.

There we meet Darlo…

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Eternal Island III
Session 28 - The Demise of Arauthotor

By Blake Starsong

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A quick scout of the upper level of the lair before tackling the mighty beast was in order, but Blake’s fuzzy head, and Shadow’s toady fingers saw the alarm go off, and Ice Trolls come to put a premature end to the assault. It turns out that Tony (aka Cookie Monster) was quite a nice chap, and was happy to ignore his burning friend and chow down on Ryndall’s magically conjured delights; and help us kill The Big A. Ryndal uses his mighty power to cure an Iceman we stumbled across, and a dozen Kobolds scattered at the sight of us. After some dicking around with ropes and pulleys, invisibility and general clumsiness, we all made it down to the lower level. Thus began…

The Demise of Arauthotor

In the lair of Arauthotor
The Famous Four did plot.
Shadow clutched the magic arrows
With which he would be shot.

The Fearless Five stalked their prey
But stumbled on some Skrags.
Fire, oil, arrows, fire,
Reduced them to a pile of rags.

Tony was not so impressed
With the heat and fire and death.
But the charm of Blake was on hand
A magic flute to hold his breath.

But now, of course, the cover was blown,
And Arauthotor was on his guard.
Even Shadow’s (short-lived?) friend
would find scouting very hard.

Some of the Five did shit their pants
When Arauthotor did appear.
But Hitum’s boldness was n’er in doubt
His axe sinking into the rear.

But what is this? Hitum is hurt.
The dragon has a shield.
Damage for us when we strike,
No matter the weapon we wield.

The battle looks grim for against the Heroes
Even the lair did fight.
Ice from the roof, magic freezing fog,
Walls appearing left and right.

Blake all confused and fearful,
launches a powerful blast.
But the dragon laughs it off
Taunts him for another cast.

Out of hiding springs sure death
As Shadow launches Missile One.
But the magic shield is all too great,
The damage inflicted is none.

I stared the monster in the eye,
Courage for my friends I did not lack.
I dispelled the magic shield of his,
But teeth and claws made sent all black.

Sneaky, slowly, draw the string,
Shadow sights Arrow Number Two.
Sneaky, slowly, fumble the arrow,
But halfling’s luck is true.

Thwack!
Old White Death’s neck: new decoration.
Howl and Roar!
Arauthotor protestation.

The shot was the greatest any had seen,
The magic arrow sank deep into dragon bone.
And meanwhile nimble Hitum
Recovered Arrow Number One.

Old White Death was far from done,
Retreating to build an attack.
But Hitum surprises all
Once there, now here, whack-whack.

Arauthotor beats his wings
And ever-stable Hitum falls.
And sneaky Shadow, what of him?
Twang, an arrow to the balls!

Arauthotor has called some friends
More Ice Trolls to the fray.
But they are slow and hungry,
Three heroes heed them no pay.

Old White Death is looking sick,
Perhaps Ryndal can be persuaded to heal.
The cleric points his hands and calls.
The Gods answer his appeal.

The bolt of radiant glory
Flies across the lair.
Why would Ryndal heal the beast?
And not Sacred Flame his hair?

But what is this?
A simple spell that Ryndall n’er cast?
The radiant bolt was the final blow,
Old Arauthotor breathed his last.

What a mighty battle,
Triumph for the Band.
Blake wakes up to find
Everything was all in hand.

And what treasure to be found,
Frozen in the ice?
Sword, armour, bow, beads,
Wand and headband. Nice.

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