Editing Book of Tristram’s Travels

{{Worldbuilders}} {{Very Long Page}}Dear Reader, the events leading up to this Trieste are contained in the prior volumes of my travel logs. The prior months after leaving the Fey wild are a blur and find me in the city of Isonhound enjoying some well deserved frivolity.


=== 03 November 22 Lost Dwarves..... ( The Breach I) ===

=== 24 October 22 It Went to Kiston (Fundraiser Event) ===
The party was contacted by.... redacted.....  So we set off and wandering down the coast we found ..... Redacted.... After some negotiation we were able to offer our assistance in .... redacted.....

During the trip we met some flying trash pandas..... I now have a new favorite pet, as well and angelwing Capybaras which were really nice and chill. WE spoke to them on the upper deck of the ship while we were in thick fog, and they warned us there was bad things happening, so they fled. We ignored the warnings as we so often do and headed towards the secret base  ( so I will say, as this was yet another secret base I have been too, maybe the definition of secret may be very different on this plane, I will have to look into this. ) 

The fog cleared, which did help with the immense views. Sadly, one of the views was of an Super Ancient Black Dragon.  When I say Ancient, I mean beloved of Tiamat type old school. The Great Wyrm was amused by my jokes, so it shows that they had a huge level of culture. Of course they have legendary resistances which allowed it to fly back the base that we where headed to, and was under assault by a horde of flying Dragon People, different from the Dragonborn commonly seen running about the plane.  The base was trashed, however we felt it was a good idea to dock, and see what revenge we could muster.

Three more Dragons came swooping in and they decided to assist us. They were a Silver Wyrm, A brass Dragon, and a Copper Dragon. They kept trying to get us to flee, which we of course decided to ignore. WE cleared the horde of Flying Dragon people, pinged the Black Wyrm while the Silver Wyrm and it Greco-Roman wrestled.  An Adult Red Dragon popped up from no-where and kept the Copper and Brass Busy and splitting the party's targets. I was gleefully fighting both the evil dragons, with the rest of the party, when out of a barn to the right, came two stragglers, heavily wounded. They came out the the stone bard that the two wyrms were currently fighting atop of, the stone barn that was half collapsed and had many refugees trapped under debris. 

-Collapsing building - check.

-20,000 lbs of dragon fighting on the half collapsed roof - check.

-Helpless people trapped in debris - check.

- Lots of Evil Dragons so thick blotting out the sun on their way and getting closer - Check.

This of course, means I have no choice but to commit suicide by running in and saving the lives of those trapped. Into the deathtrap I go, full tilt. I hear Linden Rue behind myself but in front, the dust filled, rocks falling interior held 4 helpless and pinned people. ON THE FAR SIDE OF THE BUILDING. Well poop.

-Run a Gauntlet of death with a choice of getting crushed by rocks or Dragons - Check.

- Do all this with the Dragons flight getting ever closer - Check.

So I was able to make my way pretty far using my Fae abilities and good old footwork. So I have many strengths, but strength is not really one of them.  Lifting several hundred pounds of rocks off pinned bodies is not really my forte. I am a lover not a lifter. Luckily, I had been feeling in a spring kinda mood today.  That allowed me to use my Fea step to touch and send two of them from the rubble to halfway across the barn. Linden made it up and was able to use her much greater lifting capacity to unpin the last 2 trapped people and with some help we were able to steer them towards the door to safety. Delphi was at the door and was able to help get them towards the awaiting ship. 

I climbed up to the roof, and was able to assist in the slaying of the Adult Red and Black Wyrm.  I now have a second Black Dragon mark, although not sure why I have no Red mark, but that seems to be a troubling trait of the Reds, as Flame cheated his slayers as well.  We were able to save the lives of several of the base staff, so it was a good day.  WE sailed back to ... redacted.... with the survivors and put Kiston behind us.... for now.

=== 10 October 22 Collecting on a debt ( Mothers IV) ===

=== 22 September: Moth……. Man ===
I myself had decided to assist the PotP in moving from the well known super secret hideout after the attack of the Darkoths.  Imagine the sight, my finely tuned fingers, perfect for playing the sweetest of melodies, doing manual Labor.  Well, it was more like my mage hand doing the fetch and carry, with a little other spell workings to lighten the loads.


I got to meet some new companions as well as some old ones. It was nice to get together with the wee ones Pot’tu and Kihlek whom wer met earlier in the book. Some new blood to me were Drang a Bear of a lad, a Bugbear to be precise, of Pumpkin merchant fame, and a weee bit handy at lifting things. Oxan is a rangery sort of Dragonborn with a strange attachment to donkeys and other small woodland creatures. The way of the druid seems more his path, however he was another large heavy lifter. Also joining us was Felicia, a large robust human lass with sword and magic coursing through her veins.


One night Archie comes to us with an issue.  The leaders of a pair of piles of shacks that are graciously called hamlets are missing. Both of these places had been on the delivery schedule of the tainted candy caper of the PotP fubar candy delivery donated by the Mother-less hags. 


Of course with mystery afoot, the six of us were dispatched to find out what goings were on.


We reached the first hamlet ( I will refer to this settlement as Hole for ease)  The man that passed for the headman had left for a nearby equally sized Hamlet ( I will call one Pile) a few days prior and had reached it, but on the way back, he had seemingly disappeared. A party was sent to the hamlet of Pile composed of Holeians and arrived there and came back again. Other Holeians were questioned, dragon rides were given to the local children, Oxan spent a lot of time talking to various local fauna. Drang spent a lot of time in the headman's deserted hovel breaking things, which were quickly mended by Pot’tu.using a combination of magic and magic. An odd fact was the son of the Headman named Gregory was see in town, but only by a few small children.


At some point, the curiosity of Drang was filled, and with his think tank full, we left directly for Pile. The thought was maybe foul play on the road, maybe foul play at the other collection of hovels. Due to promises made, Pot’tu got to ride the Giant Eagle that moonlighted as a bard who just got the polymorph spell. About halfway betwixt the metropolitan areas, Drang ran out of steam, literally.  One minute the Drang was giving a discourse on the mercantile opportunities of the Pumpkin markets, and then bam, asleep on the side of the road. When i say asleep, I mean full on snoring in a wa that remind me of a bachelor herd of Cape Verde Water buffalo in full on mating season, Sadly no one has the heart to tell them the last female of the species left Cape Verde due to the incessant noise of mate crazy Water Buffalo.


To keep the local fauna safe from Titanus, and because of my general allergic reaction to something punching me in the face, I cast Magic Hut over the sleeping Bugbear.  The night was uneventful, I designed the basics of a new spell ‘ Smother with pillow’ Which worked well until Drang sleep ate the pillow.  It didn’t stop the noise, but made it much more muffled and acceptable for sleeping.


Kihlek saw some interesting large shiny moths in the distance in the late night, and drew some awesome sketches of them for reference, however upon first light, the Bugbear went from mid snore to discourse on pumpkins and started off for Pile as if not a second was spent sleeping.


We arrived in Pile by mid afternoon and found that not only had the Hole headman vanished after leaving, but a search party lead by the Headman of Pile all were missing as well.  We asked about the moths and learned that the youngest brother of the lass we were speaking to had drawn similar drawings of large eerie moths.  


Upon questioning we learned they liked to play catch and give hugs and other games in the late night.  We quickly headed in the direction the child had played with them, and the shocking revelations of Pot’tu informed us of ‘ O yeah there is a cave with an ex troll and such’ in that general direction. 


So with thoughts of Moths and Men in our heads we set off. 


We found the moths and the Ranger, oxan, not Kihlek, immediately started to talk to them.  They did not speak as such, but communicated with movements. Curious I used my eavesdrop ability to get a translation as the context was nice with watching Oxan basically interpretive dance across the meadow.  I am definitely incorporating some of those moves into an upcoming show. 


All went as well as could be expected, with some verbal miscues, the Moths received an invitation to play and used some sort of strength sapping Pheromones to try to weaken the two meat shields ( oxan and Drang) who were thoughtfully close to the Moths so we didn’t have to be. Drang was able to shrug off the effects and due to having a sensitive nose pallet figured on removing the odiferous offenders by the simple expedient of smacking them with his sword.  For Some reason Oxan took some sort of offense to this and ineffectually attempted in his weakened state to stop an 8 foot angry Bugbear.


Drang took no notice.


The moths when did a hypnotic fluttery dance with their winds which caused some magical confusion.  Oxan was affected, although that is conjecture, as he already seemed a little out of it.  With a little inspiration from your local Bard extraordinaire, Drang was inspired enough to be able to shake off the effects and smack away.  The Beasties were able to shrug off my first Hypnotic Cube but not my second, and as a result they were quickly mopped up with spell and sword.


What we found upon examination was alarming.  They appeared to have an apparatus inherent to their bodies that would inject eggs into other creatures. These were I believe Gloomwings and a native to the Shadow planes, not the backwoods of Segelock.  


We quickly followed the trail to the previously mentioned Troll cave and found the cave full of Larvae of the Moths, and the remains of the Headman and the searching parties. The morbid thing was they were not killed here, there was evidence of a magic ritual having been performed and they were most likely the source of food for the current hatch of Gloomwing Larvae. 


A quick search found the tracks of at least 4 humans who were not dead in the cave, so our perpetrators were in fact found. As was the fate of the leaders and search party.  We quickly returned to the hamlet of Pile to remove the implanted Larvae out of the child and then returned to more densely populated area to complete a morbid task.


Oxan the Ranger took whatever moth-eaten heads with him from the cave and we used these to communicate via “speak with dead” spell to find out more information.  I will not recount that part of the tale here and other duties called me away from the followup mission to find Gregory and get justice for his part in feeding his father to Gloomwings.


More on this to come I am sure.  The presence of Shadowfell creatures and the Motherloving Hags is a connection too solid to ignore.

=== 14 September: Tea for TOO many ===
The day started like any other. The sun rose, the invite came to head out to a secret base, Just a normal sort of Wednesday. The invite itself was to the PotP secret hideout, with a request to escort some new items for the goodwill store as well as to share some information that was found out about the whereabouts of a Moon Dragon Named Echemus.  Most importantly, there was to be Tea and Biscuits.


Several of us were escorted to an area, where exactly, I will not say, as discretion is paramount for a secret hideout. The us, I spake of included a party of six. Mabel - a Gnome of considerable sauce-er-is powers. Ona - an Artificer of Owlin origins. Thuchor - a spacefaring Giff who has an interesting view on economics. Achie Jr - an Elven Wizard.  Linden Rue - a Life Cleric Harengon. Of course, myself.  


We met a nice Treant in the woods who acts as a gatekeeper for the mystical portal that leads to an almost extradimensional space where the PotP have their storage and hideout. The Treant was known as Oakey the Ent, and a welcome relief from the normal sort of tree one finds on this plane. Upon entering the hideout we were greeted with open arms by Archie the First,  a charming young lad left in place to run the place while the higher up leadership was out and about doing ‘the peoples’ work. The place was lightly staffed as there were only 4 PotP members present


This lad had set a nice table with a selection of Teas that were first class, and biscuits that rather defy description.  The information on Echemus was interesting, and rather than bore the readership with the details, I will produce them in another pamphlet. The pamphlet ‘Mooning, the Dragon’ will be released as a stand alone packet and will be able to be purchased at all the usual bookstores for a small fee, of which a portion of the proceeds will go to a local charity.


Alas, all too soon the tea party was interrupted by horns in the distance. A report of Oaky under attack led me to volunteer to scout ahead invisibly and for everyone to stay and await my return. Figuring the hideout was the likely target of the horny intruders.


Apparently Thuchor and Achie the host took co leadership positions, and most likely concern took precedence over tactical considerations, as the whole of the Tea Party lead by the co leaders, were quickly upon my tail. 


I saw no evidence of enemy activity near the portal, and climbed a low rise to take in the situation upon the rise.  There seemed to be three Dragon Centaurs ( I later learned they were called Drakkoths) surrounding Oaky.  I was assessing the situation and looking for the other force that blew horns when the PotP forces as well as the Thuchor lead tea party forces passed by me and joined in the fray. Arrows and spells filled the air.


This caused the large Scalies to react to the relief party’s presence, and one came towards the assorted people with mal intent.  They made it to a Log bridge, when I was finally able to react to my fellows appearance. I was going to return to the portal entrance when an opportunity presented itself that was too good to pass up, I’m afraid. The target on the log was too much for me. Drawing my sword Dracoscourge and with a cry of “hedfan yn wir” (translates to Fly True) I invisibly flew through the air for all to see. I did say I was presented with a chance to do something heroic and forgot to drop invisibility.  My target was a bit shocked as I seemingly appeared out of nowhere slamming into his side, causing some sword related damage and more importantly knocking him off the log to slow his advance.  I then used my sword to fly back towards the portal to defend it, while the party mopped up.  The party cast spells and arrows at the two that were fighting Oaky with great success. 


However my return was delayed when horns again sounded, and a large Creature and a spell slinging Darkkoths suddenly appeared amongst us, while horns sounded in the distance.This large creature was a construct of some sort, it seemed to be made up of dragon bones of various other dragons sort of stitched together by foul magic.  It possessed a foul breath that seemed to try to petrify those in its gas. Ona the Owlin was able to shake off this effect when it tried to engulf her in its halitosis. The large bastard seemed to have an innate intellect of its own and was not controlled or mindless in its assault.. Of course it also attacks physically as described further along. This was the Dracostruct.


The new threat that presented itself with the spell caster meant I was unable to leave and protect the portal. I turned and again with trusty Dracoscourge in hand, I flew into the mage, and also attempted to wrest the Magical focus from its hand. I had little success in that part of the endeavor. It turned to me and did a thing with its staff, which I felt lifeforce drain from myself. I found this most annoying and decided it was an actual threat to myself.


During this time, the Dracostruct had advanced on Linden Rue who was acting as the meat shield. Using its foul body  pinned her to the ground and savagely mauled her. Draining my lifeforce was annoying, seeing a friend get hurt angered me. I turned to spell slinger and unleashed the full force of my ire upon him.  Sensing the anger in my being, The spell slinger turned and fled, dropping the focus and staff in its haste. I had been in a spring state of mind, looking forward to a Tea party, so my next move was in my current nature.  Walking over to the pinned Cleric, I used the spring in my fey step to move her from harm, leaving myself face to face with a huge and deadly Dragon Construct.  I looked at it and told a joke or two and mentioned I could empathize with its plight and understood its position. I then had to dodge a series of attacks.  Not from the Construct, but from my own party spellcasters as lighting bolts and ice daggers flew willy nilly.  


Seeing we were both under assault, the Dracostruct looked at me, and ambled off towards the Treant. Oddly enough, I was saved by friendly fire.  Or was it the talking instead of violence? When the Dracostruct reached the cluster of Linden, Archie the First, and Oaky, it seemed to explode in a series of boney spikes. Slicing into Oaky and Linden, it completely eviscerated poor Brave Archie the heroic as he stepped bravely in front of Linden. When the Dracostruct was finished poor Achie  the first was lying dead on the ground. Fallen like a true leader placing himself betwixt harm and his followers. 


The falling of such a sweet and brave soul incensed me, and I struck a sword blow into The Dracostruct while stalking towards the spellslinger with its doom in my eyes. The party was able to finish off the construct as I stalked my prey. The Spellslinger again fled mindlessly towards the portal, foolishly overlooking the mighty form of the gnomish Mabel. With a well placed sleep spell she was able to stop the spellslinger in mid snooze.  The party took a moment to allow Oaky to demonstrate how to clean laundry by picking up the sleeping spellslinger and dashing it into the rocks a few times.  


While that was happening I watched Linden Rue bend over and get in touch with the powers that reside in the Feywild. Calling upon her deity, she was able to reach into the void and return the spirit of Archie the First to his body.  For the PotP to help others, they require the services of brave sweet souls like Archie to help the most people that they can. 


We quickly regathered and stormed the portal, only to find destruction.  I had not realized there were two members still inside the hideout, I had thought they had run out with the others.  I had thought the hideout was empty of personnel. An empty hideout would have meant replacing stuff, which is easy enough, vs staff which are irreplaceable.  I had not realized two had stayed behind in a brave but futile gesture to protect whatever things the raid was going after.  Nothing seemed to be missing, with our quick takedown of the diversion party and valent sacrifice of the two defenders not allowing them to fully penetrate the physical defenses of the hideout. The high water mark of the raiders was evident in the chips and scratches on the stout wooden door into the leader’s chambers.     


We helped to clean up as best we could. Linden and Myself both refused the gold offered to us by the PotP leader, Archie the Stout. Gold has almost no meaning to me, and I would rather leave it with those who need it to use for the betterment of others. The Giff was so moved by the bravery of this fellow that he joined the movement on the spot. I am not sure what the actions of the others were, but that is their story to write.  I will be happy to speak with, provide advice, and not impede their activities of the PotP as long as they continue to help the innocent and are staffed by people like Archie the Bold..


The assault was planned and not some raid of happenstance. I know not who the Darkkoths work for, but I may have to have words with whomever that is. They had knowledge of the location of the hideout, and that the larger balance of the membership was away. They obviously wanted something in the hideout as they could have kept their forces together and tried to overrun us. That would rule out trying to just squelch the movement, maybe even holing up and killing the membership one-by-one as they returned. This would mean the movement is compromised by its enemies, and I egg them on to move the item of value, be it gold or not.

=== 27 August Operation Reforger part 1 ===
=== 27 August Operation Reforger part 2 ===
  While thinking of my life choices buried under several tons of rubble from the defeated shadow forge I thought about and figured some things out. These things I dared not speak aloud in this plane or even around so many unknown ears back at the chapel.


First and foremost, we had a rough time with a forge that was masterless. I did not know it at the time but the other two assault teams had even more trouble than we did. I believe at least one team has casualties that resulted in Linden having to split hares and send part of her consciousness into their forges to do some (unpaid) rez work. We would be going into the final battle with less resources against a forge with one fulfilling the forge master role. This was not acceptable.


Second, the key was the key to the whole situation.  Whoever had the key could control the forge. The forge and the minions were not intrinsically on the same side, hence the Orc tanks as mentioned in part one. While the key was in control of the bad man, they would most likely be on the same side. Deny the key to the Forge master, or the Forge master to the forge, then things get a little more interesting for the now 2 sets of opponents. Claiming the key may be a little dicey so that option would be a last resort. Until then claiming the forge and getting all insane with power was not acceptable.


Thirdly, the other main goal is to shut down the 4th forge and get out and let the forge creations get reabsorbed. Removing the key to the curator would keep anyone from restarting the whole process.  Everyone likes a good story, sequels almost never do as well as the original, so I am ok with never having to return to this disgusting realm. The color scheme is tackey and interferes with my Hypnotic cube effects, which is not acceptable.


I had also hoped that when Horatio was outside of the protections of the Shadowforge, not only would the forge be more vulnerable, but Horatio, himself, would be vulnerable as well. I had hoped that other powers would be able to locate and neutralize the self proclaimed Forgemaster.  If those powers would be unable to interdict him, then I would free him from his vacation and suggest upon his return to let me have the key. I would do it really nicely 


So listening to the tales of the other away teams when reassembled further confirmed my theories. Also when our mounted barbarian of doom teleported into a forge to assist a struggling away team, the Construct that gave us trouble seemed to go after him, leading to the hopes it functioned on threat based protocols, and it may go after the biggest perceived threat.


So a plan was forged (non shadow type) where we would all go into two staging areas in the outer forge, and a team of seven would head into the remaining forge to discuss eviction procedures. This would have two teams to hold the outset sides of the portals, allowing us to fall back if things went wonky and bring in help if needed. Apparently the Iron Hawks would fly in first with a few non-hawks who were adamant on joining. 



In we went, the two teams took up defensive positions around the portals with Linden Rue riding Vadath who was riding Tempest the fanged.green goober leading the assault into the final Shadowforge. Delphi, Cynthia, Boros, Ishak, and Myself fleshed out the initial assault team. Fey sending stones were distributed for clear communications from one side of the portals to the other. Once more into the Shadow Breach!


Facing us was a fully engaged Shadowforge. The Raw sickley meh of the shadow energy swirled about out whole of the forge. The Tackey purple lighting was pulsing throughout the whole of the forge and the draw it had on the material and shadow realms was almost whirlpool like. There were some glaive and chain constructs standing at attention in a V in front of a Multi Headed Mini Tiamat monstrosity.  Behind was the man, the myth, the moron - Horatio. 


Now, he was a bit far away, but our Monk, being a Monk, was able to bypass all the defenders with Cynthia in tow and personally confront Horatio in a face to face meeting. This caused Horatio to disappear and reappear within my reach. Well, reach for my spells. So as soon as I could, I suggested to the poor overworked man, to go home, take a rest for a bit, put up his feet, and let us take care of the forge. We would clean it up and be ready for his arrival in the far future.


Seeing my point, he decided to take my advice and leave. I was confused as he hung out and wandered over to the table and picked up a strange obsidian looking stone plaque with runic looking etching upon it and shadowed out. I had assumed he had the key on him, but it was sitting on a work table not 15 feet from me. Anyway, this was my first meeting with Horatio so I had nothing personal against him and hoped to not have to see him again as others should have been able to take him. Worst case, after shutting down the forge I would see him come back with the key, so he could hand it over to me.


Without the Forge Master, the battle was still tough in the Shadow Forge.  With defenders switching into the strike force as others slide out to assist with the portal defense teams. The surging shadow forge caused a glitch and the portals shifted on top of each other, this would make it almost impossible to know which porta was taken. Adventures fell to breath weapons as all the smaller constructs fell to sword and spells. Most of the strike force used their actions wisely, although there was one who thought looting the random tables was more important than assisting the whole of the three teams in the assigned tasks. Tokax an Elven Warrior managed to just arrive to the front lines and begin to damage the Left side controls. The Dracohydra breathed cold and froze her solid, forever giving her life for the future of Quelmar.


We had just destroyed the left side forge controls when in came the large Construct very similar to that which ruined our fun in the first Shadowforge and almost wiped one of the early assault teams. We will refer to this horror as AH Construct 


Time for Tristram’s Popcorn Shack to open for business offering safety, healing, and light refreshments. We set it up with Ishak and myself inside and damaging the right side of the controls. Through some surge of shadow magic the portals that had merged, now shifted to the inside of the shack. Ishak slid out to give Vadath some needed healing potions before slipping through the portal to assist with portal defense. This was the last I ever saw of him and he apparently heroically sacrificed himself to save our defending allies. We would fulfill his god’s mission for him and honor his memory.


The Battle was very much in doubt when the AH Construct strode forward and attacked the Dracohydra. Well, that theory proved itself as pondered. Also at this time one of the portals fell and we had an influx of reinforcements into the shack and they were hungry for popcorn and vengeance upon the Shadowforge. The Dracohydra fell to the AH Construct just as we managed to destroy the rest of the forge machinery.


With the playing field shrunk to the AH Construct I thought it was time to Bring back Horatio and roll the dice with having to take the key off him and take control of the forge.  My hope that other powers would take the chance to remove that piece from the field was quickly fading. I stopped thinking of him and his mini vacation, releasing him from the grip of my spell. Warning all in range that the Forgemaster may be on his way.  Forgeless and  Minionless, but still dangerous.


However the Voice of a triumphant Curator echoed through our minds with a crescendo of ‘ Got Him’ and we suddenly found ourselves back in the chapel of the ruined hamlet. That musing that removing the Forgemaster from the Forge made him vulnerable as his charred, crumpled body was lying lifeless upon the floor. I love it when a plan comes together. With a quick feeding of BBEG to the ravenous green booger Triumph, the story of Horatio the Shadowforge Master comes to a close. 


The stories of two of our allies had ended as well, however they will live on in the tales of those who survived.  Each and everyone who was there played a key role in the victory and tales of their exploits will be sung through the ages.

=== 12  August Helping Mother Love ===
So Linden Rue, Cluck and myself were resting and discussing the events and activities of the Wold Order and what it meant to us as the recipients of their mis-training mission. We were enjoying a pint in a nicely refurbished tavern that had been burnt a bit due to Monk-y business.


Anyway the call went out that Mother Love, an elixir mistress of no small note, had a need for assistance. We were between gigs at the time so the three of us figured we would saunter over to Apara and see what was going down.


We arrived in this small outpost that is about as big as its name, and asked around.  We met some others in the tavern who were also in this hamlet who were also answering the call. Pum de Terre, a bard of no small skill, Khilek a Kobold Ranger, and Dur’kalak a lizard folk Barbarian. 


Some time had passed and a few rounds later, Mother Love came in and we chatted. During this talk a goblin who was also in the tavern joined in and brought our company to seven.  After some discussion of the situation, Mother let us know there was a Black Dragon inhabiting the swampy forest where she collects herbs and such.  


Dur’kalak had a prior run-in with a Black dragon that had decimated his village, and apparently beat up and killed the party he was with last. This Lizardfolk had some issues with this dragon that he wanted to hammer out.  Most likely using his 2 handed hammer. 


So off we went.  We were slightly delayed as we found evidence of dragon lair activity as the herbs and plants we picked were bitter and twisted. After some doubling back and forth, I assume the ranger and Barbarian were attempting to leave a false trail. I had much practice with the predestination cantrip and Linden Rue of the pure white bunny fur was less than enthused with the mud.


We found a rock outcropping in the forested swamp, and saw a fissure that just screamed dragon cave. The Wold Order should send set designers to this location to add realism to their paltry theatrics. They should also consider buying an R, as spelling should be a part of any organization.  Side thoughts aside, we approached the possible lair with an odd lack of any sort of stealth. 


The crevasse menacingly cut into the rock, the stench of swamp filled our nostrils. The mood was enhanced by the sickly green glow that was emanating from the moss that covered the walls and floor. We paused at a spot right inside and decided to hold a conference. It was resolved that I was not allowed to talk to the Dragon, as ‘everyone’ knows they kill first talk later. Also it was pointed out that according to the dragon fighting ‘ rules’ you never fight a dragon in it’s lair.  To which the Dragon agreed.  This rude behavior of eavesdropping apparently annoyed Dur’kalak to the point of almost but not not quite rage.  Seeing Orange, he dashed in, quickly followed by Kluck. So, really wanting to avoid misunderstandings, I joined them.  Had they waited a second, they would have seen the slimy tentacles in the water and not gotten entangled.  


Seeing a chance to talk to the Black Dragon while our party was slightly distracted, I - against all my instincts- rushed past the meat shields. Popping through the end of the crevasse I came into an old ruined hall of possible dwarven manufacture. It was immense but the surprising feature was I was still alive to see it, and talking to the Dragon. The immensity of the locality left the dragon safely immersed in the stygian darkness. The party rushed in behind me and was promptly Dragon feared. Well the 2 barbarians and the ranger’s drake were. 


So in an effort to find out where the dragon actually was perched, and to give the party some time to work off their fear and accept their terrible life choices, I continued to parlay with the Dragon. I will not get into the exact details that were spoken in Elvish, as the details of the negotiations might hurt some feelings. I had actually reached an accord with the mighty worm, and was starting to get information on its nemesis - Mother Love.


Yes, The dragon knew her by name and hated her. It seemed interesting that a helpless middle aged person could be hated by a dragon and still be around to tell the tale. I also found it interesting that the Dragon hated her so much, she was willing to ignore the arrows flung in her direction by the ranger. I figured to probe the dragon for specific details, however Dur’kalak had finally overcome the dragon induced fear and charged forward just as I was within the range of my spells. I found it quite odd that she stayed perched in one local and not taking to wing at the approach of the now raging Barbarian. 


Anyway, with the fear gone, in range, and with a meat shield in place, it was time to end the negotiations. Still seeking to avoid conflict I used the bardic DE inspire and Command Spell to have the Dragon leave and fly north to find a new lair far away. I had thought this would buy us time, grab her horde and whatever else she was guarding, and meet her outside the lair on better ground when she eventually returned. I saw her start to follow my command when she shook her head and legendarily resisted my spell. Alas to combat.


Seeing she was holding this position and willing to let us go, I thought she may have some reason and need to stay here. I already had the world famous Tristram’s Protective Balls (patent pending) in my hand just in case I was on the menu, I now set up an impenetrable fortress almost at her feet.  I was unable to leave, which is in line with my allergies to getting punched in the face, so I pulled up a seat and started eating popcorn. This was also not an issue as I do not use my magic to cause direct harm to any I encounter. The front row seat afforded me some nice views of the Two barbarians and one Dragon main vent.  The Ranger strategically stayed in the darkness and threw arrows at the dragon slowly sapping its strength. Kluck swooped in like a hawk striking down its prey. Linden Rue and the killer Potato joined me in the newly Christened Popcorn shack (patent pending) to support and heal the Barbarians as the Dragon’s mighty attacks buffeted them, and the Dragons Breath weapons melted their faces. Our brave Goblin was off doing sneaky and cunning goblin type activities that greatly added to the party's efforts to bring down the Dragon. With the balance of the party out of direct harm's way, Linden Rue was able to assist with well placed silencing spells and additional damage.  You see, not only was the Dragon mighty in brawn, but the butcher of the temple of Kirak also had spells that seemed warlock in nature.


The battle was hard fought and the details will be a part of another tale. That one is reserved to the paying customers.  The end result is that as a team we took out this fearsome Dragon, without any party members falling during the combat. As a matter of fact, of the seven of us, only the barbarian duo took any damage.  I also suffered a bit as there was an unpopped kernel most likely due to the lair influence on my popper, but no worries, I will recover. The last words from the Dying Dragon was ‘ There will be more’


I did almost lose my popcorn watching Dur’kalak remove the dragon’s head and a rib ( with his hammer I think) and for some reason Pum de Terre performed an autopsy in its abdominal area looking for young Wrymlings. No dragon offspring were discovered. While they were doing that 4 of us went over to the area the Dragon was guarding to see what we could find.


We found a hatch. Kluck made quick work of that and we dropped down deeper into the Dragon's lair.  The Wold Order did not get the grandeur and weight of a true dragon's hoard in their training. There was a massive pile of gold, gems, art objects and even the gleam of magic. For some reason Pot'tu'N'Kobb slung an explosive device at the pile, perhaps assuming it was a mimic of some sort.  We wound up being safe from Mimicary madness and had to pick up some scattered bits of the gold.


Dragon dismembered, several of the party volunteered to head back into town and hire enough teamsterage to haul the haul and the dragon bits back to ‘ civilization’.  As we returned to the main hall, there was an explosion of magic and we were all marked in different ways.  Strange new magics coursed through my body.  I saw that all my companions were affected in similar but different ways.  This effect must have been influenced by the malevolence of the Wyrm, as I appear to have the mark of said dragon on my shoulder and neck and spells that are harmful in nature. I appear to be able to hurl dragon shaped energy, black in color, at targets at great range. I am sure there are other new found powers, however that is yet to be discovered. 


The enclosure appears to be Dwarvish in nature with draconic runes etched about, this is a place I would have liked more time to explore. With the splattering activities of bard and barbarian in hiatus due to travel montage, I was able to collect 20 vials of dragon's blood. It is interesting to note, although the immediate lair lost some of its malevolence, the area still seems to be under draconic oppression. Bright and early the next morning, the shipping crew arrived with transport and a small caravan made its way to the hamlet. I had half expected Mother Love to show up and say hello.


We arrived to much fanfare and wonderment as the treasures were brought into town as well as the much discussed Mother Love. She seemed interested in Dragon Eggs, which she could plainly see there were none in the carts. She seemed insistent on the topic of eggs, for no apparent reason.  We pointed out that Pum de Terre did a full autopsy using her degree in Dragon biology at the university of ISleptAtHolidayInn and found no evidence of Dragon young or eggs in her body. She was so fixated on the Egg fable that she forgot about the elixirs she promised us, even after we reminded her several times. She just kept forgetting, almost like there was some sort of dragon induced forgetfulness. Well, she remembered my Apple Pie, which I sent into town as I had a side errand to run before returning to town.


Mother Matron will need some watching as there is much more to that persona than meets the eye. 


But that is for another time, I look forward to returning to town, and working on my newest act.  I got a Old masterpiece artwork with ornate gold frame {enchanted to resist degradation} that with some use of minor illusion and other spell effect I think I can perform Duets with this fine looking Eldrin maybe that personage can tell the blow by blow tale of the Fall of the Dragon in the Battle  of Tristram’s Popcorn shack.. .to the paying public……'''29 July The Law of Consequence'''

 So there I was, sitting in a bar drinking free drinks ( my favorite brand) hanging out with Professor Galloway and Linden Rue from the events of the prior weeks in the dormitories of the College.  We had been asked there by the Professor to perhaps do a job with the Wold Order.  This is an order that seeks to protect the world and its inhabitants.  They have all trappings of the secret order: descended from the Sylvian Order that no longer exists, Lots of Elves in Robes, Inscrutable motives, and a haughty sense of self righteousness.



We were enjoying the afternoon of cost free beverages when the contact ( am Elf in a robe) arrived with 4 additional personages in tow. After a round of introductions the additions were Cluck the Aarakocra Barbarian, Volrac the Red Dragonborn Monk, Hugo a human Warlock, and Markoth the Aasimar Paladin.  With Linden Rue the Harengon Life Cleric and myself we made the sextet that the Wold Order looked to send on a job, or Quest in the language of the Harengon.


The Dramatically hooded Elf, Aldean, spoke of The Dread Titan’s Firegates, of strange beasties inside, of other parties decimated, of fire and Ice, of nothing Concrete at all.  He knew nothing, the survivor's stories were supposedly unintelligible, The other group's survivors were driven mad by the events that unfolded within the Caves of The Dread Titan’s Firegates, Hordes of Dragons were spoken of, which was slightly odd as parts of the tale spoke of unknown beasties. The Order wanted us to take the next step in the progression of heroic adventures and clear the foul possible dragon and keep the lands safe.  He again told us that the reward was the hoard of the possible dragon was ours for the taking. It meant one of two things was on the table. One he knew more about the cave and situation than he was willing to share with us. Or Two, we were being offered empty promises by their Order to work for them and we may get nothing at all for the trouble.


Performing for exposure is a hated concept for any artist or entertainer in almost any multiverse. So possibility two was countered with a quick discussion of risk and reward whereas we were able to at least get a collection of Magic Potions numbering one each due to my negotiations.  For a potion, promise of possible compensation, and more over the chance to wander along for a good story or two, a chance to get out of the confines of the city and its rules and conventions and wander the wild ways.


It was gonna be a few days of travel, so we did a quick provision gathering, in which I needed some gold to supplement my perpetually empty coin purse. I confess my performance was pedestrian but solid as performances go due to my mind being on the becoming road. The monk decided to switch the show into a slam dance pit complete with Pyrotechnics.  In his over eagerness to be a pat, he slightly set the stage on fire.  It was quickly put out, but I willingly surrendered any earnings I accrued to the bartender to keep to cover repair costs and whatever gold that was extra he could keep for his troubles and loss of custom. 


The next pair of days was normal pedestrian travel through the countryside and not much of note happened, we bonded, we learnt of each other with the normal sort of trail talk, and we walked under a cloud of fog courtesy of the warlock. 


Morning of the third day we were breaking camp about a half day from the night prior, when we were all aware of a figure lurking about on the other side of the tree. Even our devout but less than observant Markoth the sparklely.  While the rest of us looked normal,  Volrac went around the tree to the left, and Hugo to the right.  On their signal, they jumped out and confronted the interloper.  Well Hugo did, Volrac found the undergrowth a bit confrontational and decided to entangle and lay down to contemplate the situation.  Our Hugo used the belligerent antagonistic negotiation tactic so common to the rough and tumble types before I stepped in to have a formal discussion with the visitor.  He was Sro the Great ( maybe in non stealthy areas) a Paladin to Bahamut, writer of rules, stopper of falling burning brands, and a master baiter of dragons. 


We chose to accept his aid in drawing the mystery beastie from their lair after checking out the dragons manifestation upon the river. This river had an interesting, almost oily like sheen. In the name of random curiosity, we decided to see if it would burn.  Our powerful spell casters debated what spell of incineration would work best. While they talked about what inferno to unleash, I walked over to the fire and tossed a flaming log at the river.  It almost hit, but due to some obscure Paladin ability, Sro stopped it in mid air and kept it from splashing into the river, suggesting that the dragon may learn of our presence if it landed.  It was decided to get closer and maybe use this to draw out the bestie to fight outside its lair. 


We proceed to the caves above the river that held the Gates of fire. No fire was present but there were three flameless entrances into the nether darkness. Cluck astutely noted the tracks of 6 being leading into the left most of the yawning portals, the smallest of the three.  WE surmised that was the egress of the prior doomed party and struck that from our choices to raconteur. We decided to get some information of the occupant prior to setting up a confrontation on the banks of the River below.


In a fit of overwhelming and uncharacteristic heroic optimism I offered to go forth and gather information while most of the party lounged about the river awaiting my return.  We had no full fledged Sneeky Sneeky type to wander in, and as a bard I can half ass anything, I figured I was the best choice.  There were offers by Hugo and Volrac to also scout sneaky like, up till Linden Rue pointed out that as they could not see in the dark, that the information they might collect would be less than completely useful or they would have have to use a light source, so they would be less than completely sneaky. They countered with an offer to let me turn invisible and see if they could detect me. No party member could, but I saw Sro the pally with many extra abilities pretend to not notice me. Fair enough, I went off in search of Bilboesque fame and fortune. Well, Intel and excitement would be more the adjectives of the mission.


The rightmost entrance was my first choice, as it was farthest from the choice of the prior party, and they apparently made bad choices, so it seemed a solid choice.  It was, in fact, the best choice as there were no dragons, no traps, nothing to set off my allergies to being punched in the face. It also held nothing of interest in the continuation of our endeavors as it was a false entrance.


Informing Sro of the geographical limitations of the right cave, I then spelunked into the darkness of the center cave. After an entrance cave I came to a pair of flames flanking a passage further in.  The Flaming Gates as advertised at last!  The Flaming Gates passage had a stream issuing forth with the same sheen on the water as before, so in I went.  This cavern next held a skull of some unknown reptile like being as it was large.  The stream was missing out from the mouth of this creature, or at least from some fissure behind it.  It appeared that there was some effort to remove this skull from its mounting, however it was not the creature I was looking for.


I then proceeded onwards deeper into the unknown down the curving corridor that held a second stream of the water from the dragon skull. I found an arrow trap prior to entering the next chamber that held a desecrated altar. I skillfully used my body to keep the arrows from making too much noise to alert those deeper within. The Altar room was a let down. There was interesting blood streaks, but no actual symbolism as to who the altar belonged to, very generic and tropey.  The path split to the left and straight. The stream headed straight and into a larger concourse. A dry but blood smeared passage lead left and up.


I went like a cat up to a T intersection, which on the left hand branch stood  two elves in the cult of Dragon robes and regalia discussing things best left unwritten at this point. I was unsure of the odds of Elves being involved with the chromatic Dragons. I went back from whence I came as stealthy as a cat to follow the big inviting pathway to the overly obvious Dragons Lair.


My mind did wander as in my ponder of elves and evil dragon cults, I splashed into the water of the stream.  Freezing like a panda with its paw in the cookie jar, I waited to see what would happen. One of the cultists came down to have a look see, and saw not.


I waited for them to wander off and proceeded down the lairway.  The Heavy breathing grew with each step, and I saw copper coins, and gold coins scattered in the hall ahead.  Although I saw no obvious traps on these, I know enough about dragons to know they like their hordes in piles and not scattered willy nilly. 


I knew that there were holes in the stories before we went. The poor cookie cutter altar, the tropey arrow trap, the presence of 2 elves in this place representing a cult that is mostly Dragonborn, were all inconsistencies I would ignore for a good story.  A Dragon with a messy horde was a bit too far.  I have confirmation at the mouth that dragons could see invisible creatures so I knew that if there was another dragon I may not want to face it. Fairly certain that the ‘Lair’ was supposed to be up there, and cognizant of the time I took on this solo mission I returned to the beginning and gathered with the party down by the river.


  I explained what I physically saw, if not the full ramifications in my mind of what that meant.  I showed them the physical proof of the arrow trap and assured them I didn’t mean to take anything from the caves We proceeded to set up and have a splashdown to draw out the dragon. 


The bellows that came from the mountain were ferocious. They assaulted our ears with boundless rage. They struck our party as just sort of the noises an angry dragon of great power would make.  What didn’t assault our senses was any sort of large flying lizard. Stopping for a moment when we heard a plea to ‘stop’ in Draconic, we suddenly reassess our plans.  Having a  moment where i remembered that the natives of this plane see dragons as either Metallic and generally good, or Chromatic and general bad, I had encountered tales of many other types of dragons throughout the multi verses, including my own plane where we would play ‘ pin the tale of the fairy dragon’ well into the night, with the fairy dragons having to deny the new rumors about its reputed activities the next few days. 


Linden Rue took a sip of the river water to healing and beneficial results. I then took a few sips ( arrow Trap) to confirm.  So that lead us to realize we were tormenting an unknown dragon (if it was actually a dragon) that may not have hate and murder in its heart for us… yet.


Some of the party wanted to continue splashing in the river to torment it to come out.  I pointed out that best case scenario, we were tormenting an enemy dragon, worst case scenario we were tormenting a possible neutral or friendly one, either way we were currently pissing off a dragon of immense size ( if it was actually a dragon).  I was feeling it was all a little theatrical and we were in a big set up at this point.


We clambered back up to the cave. Marched into the center cave.  Came up to the Gates of Flame and face to face with a Dragon.  (so it was a dragon)  It was an unknown dragon with a long serpentine body and elk-like horns on its head, a milky white pearlescent skin tone. Linden Rue greeted it warmly and he seemed to pause.  Speaking a warning he let us know they were coming and melted back into the darkness towards his lair.


I scatter zoomed into the room and took cover behind the dragon skull. The two cultists came around the corner without setting off the arrow trap and launched into a warning to leave or die!  As they were pronouncing their utterance of doom and horrible things that were to happen to us, I spoke up and apologized, we were in the wrong place and we would leave. I had to stop them, it was bad theater and too painful to watch. 


That stunned them into inaction. The lines they had were memorized and they had no real improv skills.  They informed us they were awaiting someone, and we needed to leave so they could be ready for the expected guests.  Apologizing profusely for interrupting their event, I assured them we would leave and we had seen another group of people nearby. This proved beyond a doubt that it was a theatrical setup from the start. They knew we were coming because they sent us.


So there is when the first ground breaking miracle happened. We had a party that had not one one but two paladins, a Murderous Warlock to liked to shower doom upon his foes, a Barbarian, and a monk who burned down a tavern (allegedly) when he tried to arrange and impromptu mosh/fight pit at the Trout’s Toe.  Not one of them charged forward and attacked!!!  Happy Day!!!  


I was going to spin a story about us actually being inspectors for the Wold Order. A try to get them to give us details about the number of ‘cultist’ who were there, maybe gather everyone together into a conference in a nice tight silence spell radius with meat shield being close enough for attacks of opportunity as they moved away to more noisy locals.


I thought that was too much to hope for so I cast de inspiration on one of the two, and hold person on them both.  Got one. The other reacted with a quick fireball into the room with most of the party. It looked like it hurt, but to be honest, I have seen hotter fireballs. Maybe he was off due to the lingering effects of the hold. 


Our pally ‘ Faux’ levitated across the space and applied Pally interrogation techniques on the ‘cultist’ as he was breaking free of the hold spell. The questioning with the back of his hand left him knocked the smack out. The party quickly tried to close the gap with the fleeing ‘cultist’ and left Markoth with a lot of arrows in him as he stopped in the trap zone. Even more arrows were sticking out of Markoth the pincushion as Volrac the nimble juked his way through the trap area, I didn’t even see a single arrow touch him. Volrac smacked the silly out of the mage. 


Sro spoke Draconic ( gotta learn that lingo) to which the dragon answered and stopped retreating, looking thoughtful. The rest of the party came up from behind as I stopped next to Sro, and tried to heal our Pincushion as best I could.  I wanted to toss the downed ‘cultist’ into the trap area as it did not affect them, but he seemed to get all noble and protective of the meat bag he had interrogated. So I caught the cone of ice right in the face.


So did the rest of the party, except Sro, which led me to believe that the damage parts of the encounter were illusionary as Sro took no noticeable damage and actually lept on the prone cultist to save him from the cold.  Markoth and Volrac were not so lucky as the combination of fire and ice ( with a few arrows) left them laying on the ground. I will vouch for the ouch, the damage was real and not illusionary.


Up stepped Linden Rue and shone as a Life cleric, healing the whole of the party at once. Up came Markoth and Volrac and dispatched the remaining ‘Cultist’ with fist, fury, and extreme smiteing.


With all visible foes down, and the arrow trap of ouchyness in front with a thoughtful dragon beyond, I decided it was time to talk.  I implored him to help us help him. I cajoled, I pointed out we had shrugged off the best his captors could do, I pointed out we would free him no matter the cost. 


'''I succeeded''' 


Two ‘cultists’ came from deeper in the caves, turning the corner and barraging magic missile into the back of Markoth the first set of missile slammed into him and he survived ( See he can handle it) and turned just as the barrage of missiles from the second knocked him down ( he is fine just a little tired) and he was up again as Linden Rue healed his wounds. (See just resting his eyes)


The Dragon of Pearl rose up, and filled the passageway of the mages with sleet and lightning. Sro quickly flew forward over the arrow trap taking a willing me along.  I became less and less enthusiastic about the lift as we closed in on the maelstrom. Alas we landed right on the edge of the storm. Cluck, enraged by the damage he and his party were taking, smote one of the remaining ‘cultists’ with a mighty blow.  Markoth charged forward into the maelstrom to slay our foes and succumbed to that maelstrom. The party was ready to finish the last remaining ‘Cultist’ when he got off a remaining cone of cold.  So several of us went down.  But only as long as it took Linden Rue the time to again cast ‘ party get up’ spell. As my eyes were closed OI saw not who got the killing blow.


We found the binding circle that had trapped Mentztonalcoatl. With a short period of questioning of the last ‘ Cultist’ it was revealed that he was actually a part of the Wold Order and this was all a set up to ‘train’ new groups. We also found out the Dragon Horde was planted by the Wold Order and as such, we were more than welcome to take it.


Not willing to leave this magnificent Dragon in chains, and with the annoyance of the set up with the training hall, we decided we needed to free the Dragon and break the training area. The Dragon had no hope, but mentioned there were some people looking for the answer and one of them was a deity. I am Fey, the Harengon is Fey.  WE Fey do not take kindly to enslavement.


We rested and prepared. In the morning Linden Rue sought inspiration from her deity.  I gathered my most bardic abilities and sought to inspire her.  She cast her mighty Dispel magic upon the Binding Circle. And it seemed to fade.  The confirmation came as the Pearl Dragon approached the fiery gates. He was bound to not be able to pass, trapped in a prison with the defaced skull of his daughter. He stepped to the gates.


'''''He then passed through.''''' 


This party of six random people who knew not of each other four days prior were able through teamwork and skill, reach and concur the challenge lain before them.  They as a group all contributed to Freeing a Great Dragon, A feat that others were unable to perform.  A feat that a deity themselves were able to perform.  We six were able to accomplish that which even a god was unable to do.


We returned to our town on the wings of Sro, a great silver Wyrm. Truth be told, as fast and as high as we were flown, hour hearts and souls flew faster and higher with the knowledge of what we did.  We freed an innocent from bondage. We succeeded well beyond those who would train us. WE SCHOOLED THEM.  

Will there be a reckoning day with the Wold Order….. Only time will reveal, and only a storyteller will tell the tale.





'''July 15th Entry in the book of Tristram’s Travels (Seglock West Gate)'''

So there I was, enjoying a bit of steam blowoff wandering about this festival called the Gala of Protection, sliding in a as my Elixir Merchant persona know near and nearer as Balgeiros Quodrephostir the Feywild based Elixir merchant to submit his entry into the cooking contest. I was currently Tristram in the truest bardic form. My search for  a crooked game of cards or dice to engage in a favorite pastime of fleecing the fleecer was interrupted by a massive Brouhaha to the south. Sounding like something interesting was happening I wandered down towards the Seglock university seemingly erupting under its own volition. Seeing the Faculty and Students were streaming out, and Adventures were streaming in, the three gates.


Usually outsiders were not allowed in here, so the chance to get to visit was irresistible. Spotting a large Goliath Meat shield, (I mean barbarian) I entered into the gate with several other adventures.  I was unsure if this turned out to be a wise decision and I watched the Goliath grab a professor and start yelling at him, and at the same time, a pally performed their own unique form of diplomacy by slapping a hysterical student around. However, the Goliath started forward with a Harengon mounted upon his back, which made this much more interesting, so I again joined the rush inwards. Also, there was a multi headed dragon flying off into the darkening night, so there had to be tales to be written and ballads to sing. 


We entered through the café. I must say for some reason I was the first in, which is not normally my style, but there were children in danger, so I was accidentally overcome by an overabundance of exuberance. That is the only thing I can think of because of my disinclination to get smacked in the face by random beasties usually keeps me somewhere behind the various metal clad meat shields. 

There were still a number of children, a professor, a really ugly Orc, and 4 goblins. Now these were not run of the mill humanoids, they had been enhanced with poison and beefed up on the nasty scale.  As you know I am usually adverse to violence, but again there seemed to be an unreasonable amount of hostility in the humanoids towards the staff and students.  Setting my sights on the Orc, I noticed he had some sort of arcane metallic device in his hands, which I figured could not be good for the collective welfare of the inhabitants of the room, which as of yet was inclusive of only 3 students , Professor Galloway, and myself.  Hoping to not regret my impudent entry, I successfully cast Hold Person on the Orc. I must have caught him by surprise because he was in the middle of a rather satisfying ear scratch.


My companions of circumstance were quickly entering the room with Harengon toting Goliath swooped in with a speed belaying his size. Full of rage, Vadath the swift-of-foot cleaved the Orc’s arm clean off. The Arm did not fall as it was attached to the Orc via the ear. A follow up swing took the rest of the Orc out. The rest of the impromptu party arrived and arrows flew, swords flashed, and spells  were cast.  One goblin who came out of the kitchen area, wielding a saber and a meaty chicken leg bore down upon the fleeing students, despite the efforts of Linden Rue ( the Harengon Cleric) and Delphi ( a Dragonborn Bard) landing magical blows, the Goblin bit into a student, dropping him. I quickly ran up to the fallen child, shooting Chicken Leg in the face with my hand crossbow. The goblin was staggered by my boldness, and was really staggered when I in full summer fury misty stepped away with the fallen child, causing Chicken Leg and a few other nearby Goblins to burn with the Fury of the sun. Chicken Leg was then quickly fried as the chicken leg he used to hold. It was too late for the child, he was gone, so I thought the death screams of the Goblin were particularly melodic.


  During the fray an additional Orc entered the room, and quickly noped out the way he came.  Patches the Scarecrow Ranger left in quick pursuit. While Zen the Misnamed Human Paladin questioned Professor Galloway with amazing restraint ( I don’t think he hit the professor once) I went to check out the device the Orc was holding.  Valdath spoke in clear sentences that had actually held thought and complexity in which he explained about the Ex Professor Horatio Chesire and the havoc he has created using his… creations of Chesire Goblins, Chesire Orcs, and other foul creatures using his secrets of forbidden Alchemy.  I instantly disliked Horatio due to the lack of imagination he used for his creations. Down with narcissism. 


My investigation of the Orc object (most likely Chesire object) and indignation of creativity was  interrupted by the return of the Ranger mentioning there were more baddies in the halls, and since that was the direction Valdath the coherent wanted to go I figured I would travers the halls behind the meat shields.  


Coming to a bend, there were Orcs and Goblins running willy-nilly through the dorm room frantically searching for something.  I again reacted first, stepping in front of my shields to get a clear shot with my crossbow and flattening against the wall to allow the calvary to charge by (with pally trying to keep up) and turn another Orc into pudding. The battle was good fun, until Omen( the Teifling Warlock) mentioned there was a large metal golem approaching from behind. It came around the corner we had just vacated and walloped Patches the Ranger, stunning him. 


Seeing that this construct has some sort of purpose and was headed somewhere in particular, ignoring the side rooms, I came up with a cunning plan. Yelling for the party to duck into the side rooms and let it pass so we could follow it, I shot an orc and followed my suggestion. Patches staggered into my room and collapsed upon the bed.  Apparently an Orc down the hall followed my suggestion.  Omen misty stepped behind the Iron monstrosity and confronted a cowering professor who was following the golem and suspiciously not running out the cleared way through the cafeteria.   


So my plan was a good one, almost foolproof.  It was not Barbarian Proof. The large Barbarian turned and charged down the length of the hall and into the larger chain wielding monstrosity.  The noise was extraordinary as the Big Machine of Speedy Death squared off with the Golem. The golem got a good lick or two in, literally smashing Valdath into the floor. Vadath was able to hang on to this level by his armpits while Poor Linden Rue plummeted to the level below. I did point out this course of action was obviously better 


It is said you cannot keep a good man down, and a Bunny can hop, so up came Linden and she squared off in hare-raising fashion next to the once again standing Vadath. This did not have to be a last stand as Omen was able to melt the golem from behind.


At the other end of the hall the Pally hung out, smacked some Orcs around and then he charged as best he could back towards the golem, a bit too late to reach it.  This left the Cleric’s Carrot of Doom and Delphi to hold the line, So I wandered down to assist. Shooting and scooting into rooms along the way.  Delphi dispatched an Orc she was playing some sort of weird yo-yo game with after a well placed bolt in the ass by myself as an assist. 


She was in full murder hobo as she squared off against the last remaining Orc.  The Orc that was smart enough to follow my suggestion of ducking into the rooms, it should be noted.  They squared off in a Orc vs Lizard duel.  A duel that the Orc won. We quickly downed the Orc and revived Lillith.  


The Party turned its attention to the quarrelsome Professor.  Having arrived late on the scene, I was greeted by the sight of Zen the ironically named beating the stuffing out of the Professor under a Zone of Truth Spell. I do not cast Godly magic, nor am I a godly follower, But I thought the spell might get better results if you actually asked questions between punches, or maybe just ask simple yes or no questions sans punching. 


Once the Pally was done with his form of interrogation, Linden Rue was able to get some answers, although the most telling answer was silence to the query of ‘ if the professor was going to hand over his research and work with Chesire to save his own skin.’  The Meat shields apparently decided to abscond with the Research the professor had and the professor himself and take both to their guild headquarters. The guild is called the Banded metal bird or some such.

'''Addendum to the story'''

Shortly after the group that is known as the Band of the Iron Hawk took the traitor professor to their stronghold, most likely to allow the pally to continue to ' interrogate' him with his fists under the assistance of Linden's Zone of Truth spell, in a place that was slightly less smokey and Orc/goblin infested. Of course had we followed my plan we could have let the golem go by, snatched up the traitor professor and maybe after following the golem to the meeting place, snagged the contact of the professor to whom the professor was delivering the research.


But that is a story that would have been for a less testosterone filled timeline. 


Back to the Nest of Iron Avians. They apparently have a severe leak.  Not much sooner after Vadath and Delphi  returned to the stronghold with their newest recruits Zen the misnamed Pally and Linden Rue, the city watch appeared in full force demanding the group hand over the Professor to them.  In a most rude and threatening way. Publicly in the street in front of all the public to see and observe. Maybe even a curious Bard or two. The Guild gave him over without a fight after a short tstand off while the guild leader was found. The guild Leader is none other than Vadath the Fleet Goliath Barbarian. They also apparently never really looked at, or copied the research found upon the professor, as far as the word on the street indicates.


Somehow in all the confusion, death, and destruction the town guard thought it important to send a large contingent of warriors and battle mages to bring in this professor of little note or standing. A professor that no one but the party listed in the above entry even knew was in the possession of the bird guild. The College also knew of the abduction as reflected in the lack of a reward for assisting them in this time of need; other groups were generously rewarded.  Those of us in the vicinity of the Iron Avians were shorted this gratuity with guilt by association. 


So a total of 7 people knew.  Four of them are now in the Iron Avian guild. I myself am not, but I talked to no one. I followed the prisoner and entourage to the destination cause it seemed like a good story in the making, and saw no one else tailing the five through town. Patches had enough of the area and left for parts less settled, so he is most likely not the source of the leak. I know not where Omen scattered off to, however she was suspiciously closed mouthed.  I know not of the rank and file of the guild. 


There was much confusion so there should have been no one randomly observing the abduction of the prisoner, reporting this to the various powers that be, and having those various entities to react in such a quick and absolute way. The town guard appearing in force nowhere near the chaos of the attack, loaded for bear, also causes one to question the importance of the previously unremarkable professor.

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	In we went, the two teams took up defensive positions around the portals with Linden Rue riding [[Vadath]] who was riding Tempest the fanged.green goober leading the assault into the final Shadowforge. Delphi, Cynthia, Boros, Ishak, and Myself fleshed out the initial assault team. Fey sending stones were distributed for clear communications from one side of the portals to the other. Once more into the Shadow Breach!		In we went, the two teams took up defensive positions around the portals with Linden Rue riding Vadath who was riding Tempest the fanged.green goober leading the assault into the final Shadowforge. Delphi, Cynthia, Boros, Ishak, and Myself fleshed out the initial assault team. Fey sending stones were distributed for clear communications from one side of the portals to the other. Once more into the Shadow Breach!