"Sweet Avernian fire..."Camilla breathed to herself, slowly backing away. "What a monstrous creature..never been so close.."
"F-forgive us, oh great white wyrm!"she squeaked out to Glazhael, grabbing Messa and Li'riya by the sleeves. "We were on..patrol duty..and wanted to admire your sheer magnificence first hand. We shall depart!"
Glazhael chuckles to himself as Camilla backs away, adjusting his position on the ceiling with his huge claws more comfortably."SUCH SCARED, IGNORANT, LITTLE FLEAS. DRAGONS WILL ALWAYS BE SUPERIOR."
Her heart pounding in her chest, she closed her eyes and tried to compose herself from not shaking. Or was that the cold? "Well." she admitted, "..we found out where all the goods are going to."
You've all been hired to investigate why the Cult of the Dragon has been raiding towns and villages, amassing treasure and wealth, taking it all to an unknown destination. What nefarious purpose could they be doing this for? Your investigation so far has led to a few facts:
- The stolen contraband has made a very long journey along the Sword Coast, heading north. You've been posing as guards, and now cultists, the whole time. - Rezmir, a high ranking half black dragon officer of the Cult, appears to be leading this effort. Her and Messalina have a backstory together, along with Frulam and Bog Luck. - Along the journey, your caravan picked up a strange bald man with tattoos who appears to be a wizard of some sort. Whoever he is, he is working with the cult. - Your investigations have led to a large mobile floating castle, and have discovered the contraband is being stored in a cavern guarded by a white dragon onboard. - The occupants of the floating castle are dragons, giants, ogres, cultists, bald wizards.
Why are the giants working with dragons? Who are the bald wizards? What is Rezmir's next move? Where is the floating castle going to take the contraband? What is the cult up to?
"Might I suggest we get a better grasp of why giants and dragons, who hate each other, are working together?" Li'riya murmurs to the others after they back carefully out of the dragon's room. "Really, getting a sense of allies of the cult in general might be a good thing to start with."
Once they've fled from the dragon, Messalina calls over a lone cultist. "Hello, my friend is wondering if we're headed to a warmer locale. While I am content to go wherever Tiamat wills, our sister here is of the infernal heritage and her people tend to not fare as well in the colder weather." She says, motioning towards the still shivering Camilla.
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Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
Twenty kobolds are trying to sleep here on dozens of small piles of bedding, fur, and clothes. They appear exhausted and ignore you guys as you peek into the room. "No more work! We are tired!"one of them admits, scared.
“Big cloud giant boss makes us work in kitchen too long! Many mouths to feed! Has griffon pet watch over us, it scream at us if we slack or fight. Boss makes us take frozen meat to dragon, dragon grumpy, eat friends along with meat, then Boss laugh like is big joke!! He no like us.”
"Stuck deal with dragon lady and red wizard! Can tell he no like us! What kind of deal would giant and dragons make, no idea."he yawns. "Very tired. Much work. Little sleep. Hail Tiamat."
Camilla pushes her glasses up to the bridge of her nose again, "Surprisingly social!"she joked, knowing they were in cultist uniforms - hers being a little loose.
When I was about 14, my middle level education began and consisted of about 4 years of militaristic doctrine, dogma, and general education stuffed down my throat in a regular, passable, institutional setting on Avernus. Hell is not known for their academic pursuits, nor do we produce many notable scholars and sages, and my experience was no exception. All I knew is that I loved to study sciences like anatomy, biology, mathematics, and chemistry. I would spend hours a day, my face in a book, learning as much as I could about such subjects while my friends learned to ride hellhounds, nightmares, and practiced fighting - knowing, one day, they would be a part of the Blood War, or the Dawn War - and serve happily. That was not to be my fate. Avernus had different plans for me - while in the realm of science and medicine - but not exactly how I wanted to express my talents.
Already different than other Hellish inhabitants, my friends included other tieflings, and some cambions who accepted me and didn't tease me regularly. As my middle education went on, the clique I was in learned together, laughed together, and stuck together. As my middle education years rolled by, I realized that boys did not catch my sexual attention as much as girls, but there was one girl who made my heart beat and stomach cramp from yearning, but I was so painfully shy, all I could do was watch from afar.
Jhulia.
Jhulia with the raven hair, the unbelievable smile, horns like a majestic ram, the piercing green eyes, the girl next portal look, and her dark tan skin. She set my heart aflame, hotter than a summer day on Avernus, and we don't have seasons on our plane. Jhulia consumed my every thought the day I noticed her in one of my classes. To look away from her caused almost a physical reaction in my body that it didn't like, and I found myself staring at her any chance I could get. Hormones roiled inside my lower gut, feral and uncontrolled. She was not in our group of friends, nor did I possess an ounce of courage to go up to her and introduce myself.
Until one day I did.
Feeling like my heart was going to explode, and the contents of my stomach would erupt from my mouth at any time, I passed by her and made some awful, silly, awkward remark about something she was carrying - just to get her to stop and speak with me - and we talked and smiled for about the shortest two minutes of my life. As she walked away, I could barely contain myself, still disbelieving what I had just done, and found a corner where no one could see me to emotionally laugh and implode in on myself, the adrenaline in my body aching to find a way to release itself after such a buildup.
I spent the next three years doing the best i could to, again, build up the courage to talk to Jhulia. I failed each and every time. My friends did their best to wingman me to no success. I was simply too frightened and awkward. There were other pretty girls and boys in my school, but none i wanted more than Jhulia, whom fate played with me, making her nearly unreachable. When I was 17 and near promotion, I was so fed up of my lack of courage I decided to throw caution to the wind and walk up to her again. But not today. I would see her at the beginning of the new term.
What I wasn't expecting was to be drafted into the Dawn War as an Ensign Preceptor, where the Acheronians were pushing their War Machine in the name of their God, led by the Primes, deeper and deeper into our plane. Zariel and Asmodeus were going to push back, and that meant wounded to heal, and horrible experiments to perform.
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Hearing their complaints and what is happening to them Edward cannot help but feel bad for the tiny little creatures. After all they are just doing what they are orderer, like any other soldier. Speaking up he says, "It sounds like your Boss isn't very good. Maybe it's time for a new boss. Someone who cares about you. Who won't ley you get eaten. Who can help you find a new home and earn lots of gold and other shiny things. You know....I think I know just the place that would be good for you. But....I don't know how long I'll be here. We have to leave tonight. Why don't you follow us out? Then we can be your temporary boss and help you find a better place. One where you won't be eaten or have to work all day."
Astrid’s jaw literally falls wide open as she stands next to Edward, listening to him talk with the kobolds. Admiration of his skills reaches a climax when he persuades an army of them to join him. “Whoa! Young man, you’re spectacular!”
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Li'riya clenches her hand into a fist quietly.
Save: 6
Apparently her ability specially designed to help with this doesn't do her any good, as she goes pale.
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Save: 9
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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DC14 WIS save: 7
"Sweet Avernian fire..." Camilla breathed to herself, slowly backing away. "What a monstrous creature..never been so close.."
"F-forgive us, oh great white wyrm!" she squeaked out to Glazhael, grabbing Messa and Li'riya by the sleeves. "We were on..patrol duty..and wanted to admire your sheer magnificence first hand. We shall depart!"
Glazhael chuckles to himself as Camilla backs away, adjusting his position on the ceiling with his huge claws more comfortably. "SUCH SCARED, IGNORANT, LITTLE FLEAS. DRAGONS WILL ALWAYS BE SUPERIOR."
Her heart pounding in her chest, she closed her eyes and tried to compose herself from not shaking. Or was that the cold? "Well." she admitted, "..we found out where all the goods are going to."
Edward Wis ST: 21
RECAP:
You've all been hired to investigate why the Cult of the Dragon has been raiding towns and villages, amassing treasure and wealth, taking it all to an unknown destination. What nefarious purpose could they be doing this for? Your investigation so far has led to a few facts:
- The stolen contraband has made a very long journey along the Sword Coast, heading north. You've been posing as guards, and now cultists, the whole time.
- Rezmir, a high ranking half black dragon officer of the Cult, appears to be leading this effort. Her and Messalina have a backstory together, along with Frulam and Bog Luck.
- Along the journey, your caravan picked up a strange bald man with tattoos who appears to be a wizard of some sort. Whoever he is, he is working with the cult.
- Your investigations have led to a large mobile floating castle, and have discovered the contraband is being stored in a cavern guarded by a white dragon onboard.
- The occupants of the floating castle are dragons, giants, ogres, cultists, bald wizards.
Why are the giants working with dragons? Who are the bald wizards? What is Rezmir's next move? Where is the floating castle going to take the contraband? What is the cult up to?
"Might I suggest we get a better grasp of why giants and dragons, who hate each other, are working together?" Li'riya murmurs to the others after they back carefully out of the dragon's room. "Really, getting a sense of allies of the cult in general might be a good thing to start with."
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Once they've fled from the dragon, Messalina calls over a lone cultist. "Hello, my friend is wondering if we're headed to a warmer locale. While I am content to go wherever Tiamat wills, our sister here is of the infernal heritage and her people tend to not fare as well in the colder weather." She says, motioning towards the still shivering Camilla.
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"The Well of Dragons in the Sunset Mountains?" the cultist mentions, "Sure. I guess? Hail Tiamat." and then he carries about his duties.
Messalina silently thanks Camilla for going along with the story (even if she doesn't really have a choice in the matter) and proceeds to Area 24.
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AREA 24 - SERVANT BARRACKS
Twenty kobolds are trying to sleep here on dozens of small piles of bedding, fur, and clothes. They appear exhausted and ignore you guys as you peek into the room. "No more work! We are tired!" one of them admits, scared.
"Shhhhh. Calm down, we aren't here to make you do any more work. What were you guys doing all day that's got you so exhausted?"
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“Big cloud giant boss makes us work in kitchen too long! Many mouths to feed! Has griffon pet watch over us, it scream at us if we slack or fight. Boss makes us take frozen meat to dragon, dragon grumpy, eat friends along with meat, then Boss laugh like is big joke!! He no like us.”
"Hmm. It's pretty weird for a boss to not like any of their underlings. Why is he here?"
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Just for giggles, Astrid’s DC14 WIS ST against puff the magic dragon: 11
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"Stuck deal with dragon lady and red wizard! Can tell he no like us! What kind of deal would giant and dragons make, no idea." he yawns. "Very tired. Much work. Little sleep. Hail Tiamat."
Hail Tiamat. I'll leave you to sleep.
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Camilla pushes her glasses up to the bridge of her nose again, "Surprisingly social!" she joked, knowing they were in cultist uniforms - hers being a little loose.
SCHOOL
When I was about 14, my middle level education began and consisted of about 4 years of militaristic doctrine, dogma, and general education stuffed down my throat in a regular, passable, institutional setting on Avernus. Hell is not known for their academic pursuits, nor do we produce many notable scholars and sages, and my experience was no exception. All I knew is that I loved to study sciences like anatomy, biology, mathematics, and chemistry. I would spend hours a day, my face in a book, learning as much as I could about such subjects while my friends learned to ride hellhounds, nightmares, and practiced fighting - knowing, one day, they would be a part of the Blood War, or the Dawn War - and serve happily. That was not to be my fate. Avernus had different plans for me - while in the realm of science and medicine - but not exactly how I wanted to express my talents.
Already different than other Hellish inhabitants, my friends included other tieflings, and some cambions who accepted me and didn't tease me regularly. As my middle education went on, the clique I was in learned together, laughed together, and stuck together. As my middle education years rolled by, I realized that boys did not catch my sexual attention as much as girls, but there was one girl who made my heart beat and stomach cramp from yearning, but I was so painfully shy, all I could do was watch from afar.
Jhulia.
Jhulia with the raven hair, the unbelievable smile, horns like a majestic ram, the piercing green eyes, the girl next portal look, and her dark tan skin. She set my heart aflame, hotter than a summer day on Avernus, and we don't have seasons on our plane. Jhulia consumed my every thought the day I noticed her in one of my classes. To look away from her caused almost a physical reaction in my body that it didn't like, and I found myself staring at her any chance I could get. Hormones roiled inside my lower gut, feral and uncontrolled. She was not in our group of friends, nor did I possess an ounce of courage to go up to her and introduce myself.
Until one day I did.
Feeling like my heart was going to explode, and the contents of my stomach would erupt from my mouth at any time, I passed by her and made some awful, silly, awkward remark about something she was carrying - just to get her to stop and speak with me - and we talked and smiled for about the shortest two minutes of my life. As she walked away, I could barely contain myself, still disbelieving what I had just done, and found a corner where no one could see me to emotionally laugh and implode in on myself, the adrenaline in my body aching to find a way to release itself after such a buildup.
I spent the next three years doing the best i could to, again, build up the courage to talk to Jhulia. I failed each and every time. My friends did their best to wingman me to no success. I was simply too frightened and awkward. There were other pretty girls and boys in my school, but none i wanted more than Jhulia, whom fate played with me, making her nearly unreachable. When I was 17 and near promotion, I was so fed up of my lack of courage I decided to throw caution to the wind and walk up to her again. But not today. I would see her at the beginning of the new term.
What I wasn't expecting was to be drafted into the Dawn War as an Ensign Preceptor, where the Acheronians were pushing their War Machine in the name of their God, led by the Primes, deeper and deeper into our plane. Zariel and Asmodeus were going to push back, and that meant wounded to heal, and horrible experiments to perform.
I never got a chance to see Jhulia again.
Hearing their complaints and what is happening to them Edward cannot help but feel bad for the tiny little creatures. After all they are just doing what they are orderer, like any other soldier. Speaking up he says, "It sounds like your Boss isn't very good. Maybe it's time for a new boss. Someone who cares about you. Who won't ley you get eaten. Who can help you find a new home and earn lots of gold and other shiny things. You know....I think I know just the place that would be good for you. But....I don't know how long I'll be here. We have to leave tonight. Why don't you follow us out? Then we can be your temporary boss and help you find a better place. One where you won't be eaten or have to work all day."
Persuasion which I assume is needed: 3
Astrid’s jaw literally falls wide open as she stands next to Edward, listening to him talk with the kobolds. Admiration of his skills reaches a climax when he persuades an army of them to join him. “Whoa! Young man, you’re spectacular!”
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?