I won't be moment, fellas...
Our fiesty heroes have had a busy time - and found themselves with a simple set of tasks; return the giant children to their home and then act as envoys for the Council of Waterdeep - the Metallic Dragon Council. No worries, I think Nandrin said.
Starring, in order they sit around the table:
Rodin Halfbeard, (played by Lorne) the dwarven axeman, and least liked among dragons.
Venmir, (played by Brett) an elven clergyman, revealer of secrets.
Nyvan, (played by Jason) a
Sigurd, (played by Iain) a travelling swordsman, the ever-mistrustful and surprisingly diplomatic.
Nandrin the Naughty, (played by Hilton), the elven mage, prone to making promises he can't keep.and The DM, (played by Alex), who loves to comment in blue. And writes this blog. He's also a bit of a git and likes to make life difficult for his players.
It has been well over a month since the last session. Due to jury service and a new baby (hi Harper!) we decided to move over to Call of Cthulhu with a smaller group for a few weeks. Being a lazy shit, I also failed to record the last session, so that will form the first few paragraphs of this blog entry.
The heroes took the giant children back to Waterdeep after realising the portal in the Lost Level of the Undermountain took them to the forest a week's travel outside of Waterdeep. It was a simple endeavour, only made slightly more difficult with an argument over how to get them up there, but it was fairly swiftly resolved.
The party then headed for the Dragon Council - which turned out to be a seriously nerve-wracking time. The dragons were not as one, and each had their own agenda, often forcing the characters to make decisions about how they might get the dragons on-board. For Nyvan, this meant giving up his magical sword and shield. For Nandrin, he promised that he would get an official apology from King Thellandrach for the Dracorage Mythal, while Rodin promised that he would return the dragonscale armour used by the personal bodyguard of Ambassador Brawnanvil, as the scales belonged to a Council Member's uncle.
fortunately, they managed to get three votes from the Dragon Council which was enough to get them to promise to assist the heroes further. before they returned to Waterdeep, one of the dragons, in human form, approached Nyvan, and returned his weapons and shield - commenting how they were of more use to him, and she was pleased they were now with a creature of honour, even if he was a dwarf, or an elf, or whatever.
They hitched a ride of Elia back towards Waterdeep, but because of the massive trust issues between humankind and dragons at the time, she dropped them off several miles from town - far enough away that her transformations would not cause alarm, and possibly harm, to a local.
The party found a large traveller's inn on the side of the road that they had visited before (it was five miles below their flying castle). they sat down to some drinks and food (and Nandrin tried to get off with the massively fat innkeeper's wife - a prospect she encouraged - much to the horror of the others).
"Where's the privy?" asked Sigurd, as he walked off to relieve himself. "I won't be a minutes, fellas."
As they revelled in their first chance at relaxing for weeks, the door burst open. In the doorway stood an armoured man, a Neverwinter Knight. He glanced around the room, then gasped and fell face forward. Behind him was a man-sized insectoid creature with a massive trident in its hand.
As the room panicked, the roof peeled back from the walls, and the heroes looked up in horror at a huge black dragon, scanning the room as if looking for someone. It's eyes settled on the party.
They split up - Rodin charging for the door, Nandrin let off a spell which set off tentacles, holding the insectoid to the floor. Venmir fired arrows, and Nyvan threw a javelin.
The dragon breathed acid into the room and the insectoid lifted one pair of its arms and a foul gas leaked into the room, leaving anyone near him lying on the floor, choking and gasping. Other figures were behind him, shadows in the darkness.
Nandrin flung a fireball at the dragon's head. Nyvan and Venmir saw a huge bloated winged beast flying around the dragon's head, waving an axe the size of Rodin. As they watched, it disappeared from viewing, suddenly reappearing behind Nyvan, hitting him in the back with its axe. He turned to fight it.
The dragon pulled back at the walls, ripping the wall away and opening the inn to the elements. Behind the creature in the door was another similar creature, and several cultists.
the dragon leapt forward, into another fireball from Nandrin. Venmir cast magics and Nyvan traded blows with the fat winged beast. Rodin charged, swapping blows with the insect, as its pal pulled its legs free, and charged him too. He fought them both off. Striking them both down , weakened as they were from Nandrin's spells.
Nandrin threw yet another fireball., but this one caught the remaining cultists and they dropped to the floor. Nyvan and the flyer exchanged blows, warily circling one another. Nyvan seemed to be hitting more, and harder, but the beast shrugged off his strikes.
The dragon reared back, flattening them with its wings. As the large bloated flyer leaned over Nyvan to finish him, Rodin, who had avoided the blast of air from the dragon's wings, charged across the room, somersaulted off a table and decapitated the beast. The dragon, floating above the party, dropped down and lay about him with claw and tooth for several moments, soaking up blows from the heroes, striking them hard and leaving Venmir, Rodin and Nandrin face down in the dirt after yet another wing-wind manoeuvre. Only Nyvan was left standing. Their amulets started to glow, much like Nyvan's had in the past. He flung a javelin at the beast, hoping to draw it from his comrades. He glanced down at his chest - conspicuously missing its lucky amulet which had saved his life before. Despite this, he still dragged the dragon's attention to the courtyard and stood, waiting for his death.
The dragon pulled its head back, preparing to breath down on the brave dwarf, when a sudden bolt of silver struck it in the side - it was Elia! The two massive beasts crashed into the stables, flattening them (and killing everything inside). Quickly, Elia forced the black dragon onto its back and her cold breath smothered the dragon's face, killing it. She quickly flew off.
The courtyard was full of dead peasants, travellers and merchants. The same was found in the ruins of the inn. Dozens lay dead, maybe even one hundred folk. Everywhere was crying, moaning and screaming in pain. Venmir moved around, offering assistance.
As Nyvan stood in disbelief, a contingent of Waterdeep Guardsmen rode up. Nyvan and his friends explained what had happened to the guards, who gave them their horses to enable them to return to Waterdeep.
As they mounted their horses, Nandrin looked around. "Where is...," and as he spoke, the door to the privy opened and Sigurd walked out.
"What happened out here? I disappear for five minutes to have a crap and you lot destroy the inn! Typical!" he said, mounting the horse put in front of him. He rode off, leaving the others staring at his back.
They returned to Waterdeep and after some errands, attended the Council meeting.
They reported on their actions. Firstly, King Mellandrach went crazy at Nandrin, who had made promises for him relating to the Dracorage Mythal, but eventually consented, considering it a matter of honour. When he found out his son was involved with the cult, he grew angry, and the entire room grew cold. Eventually he left, vowing that the elves were marching to war.
Rodin tried to convince Ambassador Brawnanvil to get his guards to give up their armour. At this stage, Venmir piped up, pointing out that the dragon who had provided the scale for their armour, had a relative only ten feet away. The gallery gasped - Waterdeep had been under attack from dragons and thousands were dying, yet the Council had a dragon, hidden, among them. The scandal for the Council would be tremendous and long-lasting. Lady Silverhand had the room cleared and made Venmir precisely aware why his actions were unwelcome, inappropriate and downright irresponsible. Venmir decided to defend his actions, which only made Lady Silverhand even more angry, and she gave him a massive dressing down, in front of the Council and his companions. Ambassador Brawnanvil thought it was so funny that he made his guards offer up their dragonscale armour.
The party were then made aware of two further tasks in front of them. They Red Wizards of Thay had asked for an envoy to discuss the current situation. Leosin had been approached by someone saying they would give the Council the Blue Dragon Mask, if they rescued him from a place called Xonthal's Tower (a place well-known to mages, as Xonthal was mage recognised world-wide for being powerful, knowledgable and secretive).
They decided to make for the tower first...
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