Yeshil quickly consults with Jararaka on the information that they have been tasked to investigate, and recalls four main topics of research: 
- Naerytar: What or where this is, why the Cult might rendezvous there
- Giant Castle with aeries for wyverns: any possible locations that fit this description
- Red Wizards of Thay connection to Cult of Dragon: why they might be targeted for assassination
- Dragon Masks: are there others beside blue & green, what are they, can they be used against Cult

If Jararaka agrees, Yeshil will concentrate on Naerytar and the Red Wizards connection (as these direct relate to her mandate from the Arcane Brotherhood), leaving Jararaka to investigate the Castle and the Masks. For her third topic, Yeshil would take the liberty of following a personal line of inquiry, looking for information on the nature and powers of Hags.

I'll leave it to Jararaka to nominate her third topic, or alternatives for the other two than those mentioned.

Investigation Checks

Naerytar: (flat roll as this should be easier to find) 6 
Historical connections between Red Wizards and Cult of the Dragon: (with advantage from Sage background as per DM, as more difficult info) 12
Nature and powers of hags: (using Inspiration for another advantage roll, as personal interest topic) 16

Even for a lizard, the cold of the geas spell spooks Jararaka to the bones, and she tries hard to not grimace when Lutecia Hhune pulls away, though it is hard with her mouthful of jagged teeth.

She makes a noise of vague recognition when Lady Hhune reminds her that they had briefly ran into this Frulam before. On their way into the library, Jararaka fills Yeshil in about what little she knows of this missing woman. "...So we meant to do some scouting at the cult camp, Finn went in with these guys called the Garbage Men, Ty went in invisible after. Turned out there were a bunch of prisoners and Ty managed to sneak them out all by herself... hey, actually, does this mean Ty has more experience stealing people? Anyway, there's a woman among them wearing chainmail, with short hair, I guess she did look a bit different to the other folks. Then she apparently took off in the Western direction, and we were a bit too preoccupied to go after the one person."

When they arrive at the library, Jararaka looks oddly at the little man, but she's never been to a library, she supposes this is just how librarians are...

She looks into the following topics:

• The dragon masks - their lore, purpose, potential use to the cult. So far we are aware the cult have the blue and the green, where are the rest?
• Castles in the north, any place that might house wyverns
• There had been something about Wyrmspeakers and a Lady Rezmir (the people in purple cloaks that Finn saw at the camp), perhaps looking into this title/name for any existing information on these higher-ups

Two investigation checks with advantage from enhance ability: (THE ROLLS YIKES, the first one was with adv + inspiration,,,) 8, and then 3

[the rolls really reflect her dump stat....]

Coming into the secluded space against the hillside and the Outer Wall of the city, the young blonde half-elf stops and turns to Jirel, quickly looking around before throwing herself at the blonde giantess' waist, holding her close for a while before taking a step back, looking into the honey hues of the goliath, taking her hand. "Okay...that was...worrying... But whatever the future will hold for us I will stand by your side Jirel, as will the others." She says with a warm and reassuring smile, ready for whatever Jirel wants to share with her.

The little librarian immediately identifies the lizardfolk as most in need of help.  Despite your... handicap... when it comes to research, the little grey fellow is able to point you in the direction of a book on ancient holy relics which contains some information on the dragon masks.

Dragon Masks:  In the ancient world, the nature of the gods and the relationship between the gods and their worshippers were not exactly the same as they are today.  For example, Tiamat, the goddess of chromatic dragons is today known as the personification of greed and selfishness, a being so wholly embittered, self-obsessed and narcissistic that even her draconic children fear her more than they love her.  Yet, there is evidence that in prehistory, there were religious orders among mortals devoted to her service.  This suggests the dragon goddess was more pragmatic in those days, at least enough so to give lesser beings a good reason to offer her worship.  The legendary dragon masks are artifacts that bear evidence of this worship.  Consisting of five masks, each corresponding to a color of chromatic dragon, the masks were said to convey a variety of powers upon their humanoid wielders.  Lesser powers were said to include protection from the element associated with that color of dragon, the ability to speak and understand the language of dragons, and certain other protections.  Most importantly, the mask elevates the wearers station among dragonkind.  While dragons, particularly the chromatics, look down upon non-dragons, the wearer of a dragon mask projects an aura that impresses and intimidates dragons.  They may not like the wearer, but they are magically inclined to view them as an equal to their own majesty.  There is a legend that the masks can be combined with one another to form an even more powerful crown, but the powers and abilities of such an item are not known to the authors of this book.

The librarian continues to try to help Jararaka with the rest of her studies, until he eventually throws up his hands in exasperation and moves on to see how Yeshil is doing.

As it turns out, she is doing quite well on her own.  Digging into the library in search of information on 'Naerytar,' you find what you are seeking in a newer (ie. written within the last 75 years) book on unusual real estate locations.

Castle Naerytar:  A group of astrology-minded scholars, formerly of Waterdeep, have set up a new laboratory for themselves in a previously abandoned castle.  The Academy of Stargazers, an all female school devoted to the study of the stars and their movement through the night skies, has departed Waterdeep for the Mere of Dead Men.  While that may seem an unexpected and unwelcome location for star-gazing, apparently the group had political reasons for leaving the city of splendors.  More importantly, they have taken possession of and remodeled an old fortification within the Mere, a structure known locally as Castle Naerytar.  Currently, there is no road connecting this location to the High Road that skirts the Mere, but the Academy is reportedly seeking bids to have such a roadway built.  The origins of this castle are unknown, but its abandonment perhaps does not auger well for the long term prospects of this new school location.  Time will tell, however, as for now the Academy of Stargazers are well funded and motivated in their new endeavor.

The book doesn't give a precise location, though it mentions that it is built on a patch of high ground inside the otherwise flooded Mere and that the closest point of reference is a fortified roadhouse/inn along the High Road, which is about 15 miles away from the castle and cited as the most likely starting point for a proposed roadway or causeway.

As you are taking notes the librarian wanders over, muttering under his breath about reptiles.  He is able to point you to several other texts.

Red Wizards/Cult of the Dragon:  Despite finding a number of books speaking about each of these organizations, you can't locate any obvious historical connections between the two.  

Red Wizards:  The Red Wizards of Thay were the notorious and nefarious magocratic ruling class of the inhospitable but well-inhabited country of Thay.  Historically they owed their power to being cruel slavers,demonologists,and arcane experimenters,before most of their numbers wholly dedicated themselves into creating a nation of undead.  For centuries, the leaders of the Red Wizards and in fact all of Thay was the Council of Zulkirs.  The ruling body comprised eight of the most powerful Red Wizards, each of whom represented one of the schools of magic.  Each of the zulkirs and their subordinates fomented intense rivalries with one another, leading to great feuds and near-crippling internal strife.  In the years following the War of the Zulkirs, the Red Wizards of Thay were led by the feared lich and supreme regent, Szass Tam, formerly the Zulkir of Necromancy.  Many Red Wizards, those who supported the other losing Zulkirs, fled in exile. Those who remained pledged undying loyalty to the new lich lord and began reforming Thay into a land of castes, with the Red Wizards at the top, merchants and lesser nobles in the middle, and a vast slave underclass to serve them.  Meanwhile, dangerous or menial tasks were most often performed by undead servants conjured by the Red Wizards.

Since Szass Tam's takeover, the exiled Red Wizards have transformed enormously, becoming a loosely organized chain of merchant enclaves who specialized in procuring magical items.  Some are said to still plot a return to liberate their homeland, while most have settled in to life as expatriots.  

Cult of the Dragon:  The Cult of the Dragon,  also called the Dragon Cult or the Followers of the Scaly Way, was a semi-religious evil organization venerating undead dragons, or dracoliches, founded by Sammaster, a powerful wizard and former Chosen of Mystra.  Their belief was that dracoliches were destined to one day rule Faerun and beyond and that it was their purpose to help this come to pass.  They were considered to be a secret society, albeit an overly large and powerful one, and as a mercantile and criminal enterprise.

While in theory they revered all dragons, they had a preference for the evil dragons and particularly the deceased evil dragons known as dracoliches.  They sought to persuade evil dragons to undergo the process of becoming a dracolich.  Normally, this was done with the cooperation and consent of the dragon and it retained its free will, but it was not unknown for the most powerful wizards of the Cult to force it on an unwilling dragon because although they worshiped dracoliches, they also manipulated them as their servants.  These were primarily young dragons they could capture and the resulting 'fettered dracoliches' were slavishly loyal to the Cult member who controlled their phylactery, at least until they could get possession of it.  For elder dragons, some Cultists employed more subtle means of persuasion.

To an extent, the cult worshipped the idea of dracoliches.  Otherwise, the Cult of the Dragon had no official patron deity.  The few clerics in the Cult venerated Bane, Shar, Talona, Talos, Velsharoon, and to a lesser extent Cyric, Gargauth, Malar and Tiamat. 

That last bit is interesting.  From what the others have told you, this Cult of the Dragon they are tracking seems to be entirely devoted to the worship of Tiamat, which conflicts with these older records in the library.  Also, there doesn't seem to be any connection or overlap between the Cult of the Dragon and the Red Wizards.

Hags:  You also find that the library has a vast occult section which has several books devoted to hags, their behavior, dealings, and powers.  

[Let's say Yeshil is able to review the information on hags available in the old Volo's Guide to Monsters - just the lore parts, not stat blocks or other mechanical information.]

Jirel would instinctively embrace Tylaerys when she'd throw herself around her waist. She'd pet her hair a moment before looking down at the eyes seeking hers. "Didn't mean to cause concern." She says gently. After inhaling and exhaling a breath in preparation, the giantess pulls out and presents the bark and it's images to Tylaerys. She gives time for Tyl to review and reflect upon the barks pages and story the images tell. Jirel was curious if she recognized any of the faces from the last page, besides the one that shares an uncanny resemblance to herself.

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Tylaerys and Jirel:

The old dwarf nods, and then turns to face the tree.  He begins a ritual that seems to mostly involve chanting to the tree.  He speaks the language of the druids, a tongue you but recognize but cannot comprehend.  It is mostly disconnected syllables, throat singing, and clicks and clucks.  It straddles the line between performative, and reverential.  

As his ritual stretches on, a young, bespectacled human man approaches, standing back about 20 feet behind the two of you, watching and taking notes.  

As Torimesh's ritual reaches its crescendo, there is a cracking, peeling sound, and two large strips of back separate themselves from the side of the tree, red sap dripping down around their outlines.  The druid falls to his knees in supplication before the tree, holding that pose for a few heartbeats, before rising.  He approaches the tree, whispers, "Thank you, friend," and then grasps the topmost strip of bark, pulling it free with a wet, tearing sound.  You feel relief as you see fresh, unmarred bark below, instead of an open wound on the trunk.

Torimesh turns and hands the strip to Jirel.  "A vision.  From the Drawing Tree."  Though he hands it to Jirel, he makes no effort to conceal it from Tylaerys.

Jirel, as you turn the strip of bark over to reveal the underside, you are startled by what you see. 

It is a map of the Sword Coast, in near perfect detail, red sap outlines against offwhite bark.  More, it is not just a map... the image is alive.  Puffy clouds of sap drift over the land, casting shadows, as though you are looking down upon the real land from some unimaginable height.  There are no labels or words, but you can see the familiar paths of Rivers, like the Chionthar and the Neverwinter, and features like the peaks of the Sword Mountains and the great Reghed Glaciar in the utter north.  Roads are barely visible, meeting together at the great settlements of the land.  

And it is here, at the cities and settlements, that the image changes.  Dabs of red sap at the city centers appear and begin to grow, spreading out, pouring across the surrounding geography like a flow of blood.  From the locations of Luskan in the north, Silverymoon in the northeast, from Baldur's Gate in the south and from Waterdeep, Neverwinter, Secomber... a tide or red sap fans out until covers all the land, raining down off the page, covering the toes of your boots and turning your fingers into a sticky red mess.  The Sword Coast is gone, and only a bright swath or Red territory remains in its place.

As you have watched this unfold, the druid has returned to the tree.  You are snapped by to the moment by the sound of him tearing free another strip.  "There is one more.  The Drawing Tree says this second image is why it asked for you, above any of the others who could stand against this future."

He hands you the second strip of bark.  Once again, the underside holds an image painted in red sap. 

No map this time, it is portraiture instead.  An assemblage of faces.  From left to right, there are five.  All of them are two faced in a way... when you hold the paper bark just so, you see one image of them, but when you turn it slightly, the image changes to reveal an alternate, similar face.

The first face is an elf woman.  Beautiful, hauntingly so.  Almost regal, with eyes of piercing intelligence.  When turned, however, the face falls away, revealing a rotten skull, with pin pricks of baleful red light where those brilliant eyes should be.

The next face is another elf, a man this time.  Where the woman had been ravishingly beautiful, this face is scarred and old, an eyepatch covering the right eye.  Despite the injuries, there is a certain roguish handsomeness in the face.  But then the bark is tilted, the eyepatch disappears.  The scars remain, but the elf now has two, clear and cruel eyes in his face.

The next image, dominating the middle of the page, is a black dragon.  Or two.  When you tilt the bark, one head becomes two, two heads become one.  It is confusing to look at, as if your eyes keep trying to turn the image of two back into a single dragon.

Next is a human man.  He squints hard on his right eye.  You're reminded of the elf two slots over, though it's not clear if this man is missing an eye, or just has some kind of facial deformity.  But when you turn the bark, the entire right side of the face rots away, revealing bare skull.  Both eyes are replaced by glittering diamonds in this jarring undead vision.

The last image... your breath catches, ice cold in your chest.  You see a familiar face... young, the faintest hint of a beard growing in.  A cocky, arrogant but playful smile.  A face you saw every day, that you can remember with your eyes closed.  When the page turns, so does the face, from a teen prince, into to young king.  Thick blond beard covers a strong jaw beneath a cruel smile.  Honey eyes stare into your soul from below the jagged rim of a bloody crown.  

Your twin.

Tearing your eyes away, you see there is more... behind and above them all, a shape in the background.  Dark robes and a crimson cape twist and furl around a bleak white skull.  Bony fingers grasp the tools of a puppeteer, wires and chains grasping the figures below.  The lesser faces pale in importance against the thing in the background, the master, the grinning spectre of death itself... coming for the Sword Coast. 

Coming for all of you.

"Recognize any?" Jirel eventually breaks the silence. She'd hope Tylaerys would recognize any one else, but eventually, the giantess would move to indicate the final face that's almost a reflection of her own. "My twin brother."

The blonde Half-Elf anxiously studies the strange strips of bark that Jirel shows her, the first with the crude but unmistakable map of Sword Coast drowned in blood and then the assemblage of faces, five faces that change as she slowly tilts the bark, and behind them all, the puppeteer, the grinning spectre in the dark robes and crimson cape. She does not recognize any of the faces but she can anly assume they were the faces of those who led the Cult of the Dragon. She gets the sense that they each and all would represent a great threat to the Sword Coast and can only imagine what they could achieve under the leadership of the one in the background.

As Jirel asks if she recognizes any she simply shakes her head with a sad look, but then her silvery eyes go wide with surprise as the blonde giantess indicates the last of the five to be her twin brother, staring down at the strip of bark in disbelief and then back up at Jirel. The resemblance was clearly there and still she hadn't made the connection as she first looked upon the face. How cruel was fate to the blonde giantess, her twin-brother among those who they were hoping to oppose. It was still only an image on a piece of bark, but Tylaerys had a strong fear that it would only be a question of time before they would face the goliath sibling with the arrogant smile.

"What do you make of this Jirel? Do you think your twin brother might be among those who plan to bring doom to the Sword Coast and usher in a new era of the dragons?" She asks, taking Jirel's hand to comfort her but the worry in her silvery eyes betray her feelings. "We should find the others. These faces, maybe we can find out who they all are, and where they are. This would be invaluable information to the factions that opposes the cult." She adds with some excitement now over the clear breakthrough they just had in the information gathering about the cult and its activities.

Jararaka spends almost as much time staring into space as actual reading. It wasn't her fault, these books are really all just tiny words cramped into yellowed pages! While she ignores the librarian's frustration, she mirrors his exasperation and slinks off to join Yeshil after the girl's done with her clearly more fruitful reading session.

As they exit, she will share her finding about the Dragon masks and try to remember what she can about the Mere of Dead Men. [Assuming Yeshil shares her findings as well.] Intelligence check: 1 + 2 (LOL an unnatural 1... rolled a 2 -1, plus 2 from guidance)

"Huh... their dragon masks spells trouble. Dragons don't usually listen to people, but if they see them as equals through that thing, they'll probably be open to the convincing of evil wizards. The book doesn't say where the rest are, so I guess our leads go back to the green and blue ones the cult already has." She rubs her chin, "it's weird though, apparently they stole the green one from a dragon, so there's some internal conflict too...?"

With that, Jararaka will move to exit the estate and head towards the meeting place in the Blackgate district. [Unless there was anything Yehsil wanted to do!] She knocks on Lutecia Hhune's door and announces their leave before going, and waves carefreely at the guards as well now they are officially working for the Hhune house.

Falling silent much longer than expected, Jirel blinks out of her daze when Tylaerys would take her hand. “Yes.” The giantess responds simply. It was essentially the summary response to Tylaerys’ words. She inhales a breath. “This vision is convincing… I have more than enough reason teh believe my brother would seek out power by any means necessary.” She admits. “I may have been naive teh think that his lust fer power ended when he arranged our father’s demise, gutted the heir from my womb an’ exiled me teh ascend our family’s throne…” Jirel grumbles softly. “I agree, it is of most importance teh share this information with the others, decipher who these other key players are, an’ the roles they play.”

Tylaerys feels her sensetive heart ache with pain as she is reminded of the dark tragedies of Jirel's past, hugging her waist again, as much to comfort herself as the blonde giantess. Her silvery eyes slowly follows the scar across the goliath's abdomen, tears welling in her eyes again. She could not even imagine the pain and the scarring, physical, but even moreso the emotional, after the traumatic events the blonde giantess had endured. The face of the twin appearing in her mind with his cruel smile, an almost unfelt feeling creeping into the thick bundle that already was with the blonde Half-Elf, hatred. Still holding herself close to Jirel, Tylaerys breathes slowly to handle all the emotions stirred but she promises herself again to stand by the true heir to have justice against her sibling.

"Then let's find the others." Tylaerys steps back after a while and says with an encouraging smile, wiping away a tear, seeming calmer again, looking up at the blonde giantess with silvery eyes, tugging her along, planning to make it back through Baldur's Gate, past the cafe near the Blade & Stars to see if anyone was to be picked up there before heading on to the Blackgate to meet with the Order of the Gauntlet contact there. On their way, the blonde Half-Elf would make sure to find Jirel something to eat, wishing dearly to do what she could to comfort the blonde giantess after having her dreadful revelation.

Jirel focuses on her breathing, her hand rubbing Tylaerys' back to comfort her. There's a brief moment when she glances up to allow for her eyes to dry before she dare shed another tear. She exhales a deep breath.

Honey hues then converge on the tree in the park, now further away from this secluded area. The giantess felt herself hesitant to leave, in fear that the moment she does, someone will come set it ablaze. However, she couldn't stay here forever; there's already Torimesh, it's protector; there were other errands; and they should really meet back up with the others. Stomach grumbling, it breaks her silence before she can. Jirel clears her throat, grumbling a little bit. "Okay, let's go." She allows herself to be tugged along by Tylaerys to wherever they needed to go.

Remote Viewing. If you are within 10 miles of the token, you can enter a trance as an action. The trance lasts for 1 minute, but it ends early if you dismiss it (no action required) or are incapacitated. During this trance, you can see and hear from the token as if you were located where it is. While you are using your senses at the token’s location, you are blinded and deafened in regard to your own surroundings. When the trance ends, the token is harmlessly destroyed.