Storm King's Thunder

Ink uses misty step to get past the portcullis and scampers down the ledge, rather awkwardly, to the main path leading to the temple. 

He yells to the others, "Is everyone all right? I'm going to check on the ship!"

Ink hustles down the path to check on the airship and crew. 

The airship and crew are right where you left them, safe and sound to the side of the causeway. 

"You're still alive!" Delsephine looks genuinely surprised. "When she we saw her go in there, we thought you'd all be goners. And then there was that earthquake."

"Temple crashed down with Harshnag and the Dragon inside... Still - I don't think we should dawdle. Last thing we need is, what seems to be a very old blue dragon, breathing down or necks," Ink responds. 

"Prepare the ship for lift off for when the others arrive."

Ink, breathing hard, takes a moment to settle himself. // Second Wind 10 //

He then asks Delsephine, "Would you or your crew by chance recognize that dragon? I know of Dragons, but not specific ones. I find it odd for one to find its way out to a giantkin holy site."

Flint helps the others up then makes his way to the airship, feeling cold in his bones again as the adrenaline leaves him.  He offers a stuttering prayer for Harshnag in hopes that he found an escape and in thanks for seeing us out, then offers the group a level 3 prayer of healing for 25

Some of Crownsguard’s stone regenerates and his plates undent, “On a scale of 0-68, I am approximately a 66. Thank you, Flint.”

Crownsguard turns his attention to the crew, expectantly awaiting an answer.

Don closes his eyes and reaches out attempting through his link with Harshnag and the Dragon's Breath spell and tries to see if it is still active.

Don finds that he is still able to concentrate on the spell, even after withstanding that huge crash, but he isn't sure whether that means anything regarding Harshnah's fate.

In response to Ink's question, Delsephine nods grimly as the airship rises. "That was Iymrith. No mistaking it. She landed, gave us the coldest stare I'd ever seen, then flew into that temple. Awful noises. And make no mistake, she'd have a trick up her sleeve. Powerful sorceress, she is."

// Where to? //

Crownsguard is pretty old, had he heard of this dragon before his decommissioning?

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Crownsguard is pretty old, had he heard of this dragon before his decommissioning?

// Go ahead and make a history check. //

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In his research, Ink finds the following information about enchanting items.

• Long ago, kingdoms of men and dwarves would imbue objects with magic, but most of their methods are either apocryphal, or else used the magical weave in ways that are no longer possible. 
• However, there is a mention of a place on the Sword Coast called the Forge of Spells, which an alliance and gnomes, dwarves, and humans used over five centuries ago to enchant weapons and armor. Curiously, records about it do not seem to exist from after that period. 

Dropping Harshnag’s name impressed the Waterdhavian scholars, making them all the more willing to assist Ink. Together with them, Ink uncovers the following information in a week’s time:

• Iymrith is an ancient blue dragon known as the “Doom of the Desert.”
• Iymrith has a secondary name: she is called the “Dragon of Statues,” apparently because she is rumored to have created living statues to guard her lair.
• Iymrith’s lair is purportedly locates somewhere in the desert of Anauroch.

 Ink shares what he learned in Waterdeep.

Ink turns to the cultists and comments, "Brave of her to be so close to your patron's lands."

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Ink turns to the cultists and comments, "Brave of her to be so close to your patron's lands."

 Delsephine nods. "Not sure what she's thinking. Gotta be desperate to come this far into Klauth's domain. Maybe she wanted whatever was in there."

"Wait a minute." Don yells.

He then leans carefully over the edge (not too far) and begins shooting blasts of eldritch energy. You can tell the blasts aren't as bright as his normal ones as he concentrates on something different. Again and again his shoots until there is a single short word engraved into the ground. Anyone who can read giant will know the word is SAFE.

Don straightens up, "Get us out of here. I believe Harshnag survived but I am not sure how long."

The snow on the ground is pulverized and powder flies everywhere as Don makes his indentations in the runic Dethek script. 

Delsephine has the crew engage the elemental-powered propeller. “Where to?” She asks as you fly away towards warmer climes. 

Your journey towards the Rauvin Mountains is met with no winds, but by the end of the second day the winds have picked up. On the morning of 30 Nightal, as the airship sets you down near the mountain pass southeast of the snow-capped Druarwood, the winter air is blustery. Delsephine anchors the airship at the entrance to the mountain pass, telling you that the rest of the journey must be made on foot, since the dwarves would surely shoot down the ship on sight. 

The great dwarven stronghold, Citadel Felbarr, lies under the Rauvin Mountains. This mountain pass, long as it is, is the quickest way to the Citadel. The famous pass travels through two gates, the Hammer and the Anvil, before reaching the door to the underground stronghold. As it happens, you are not alone in your journey. Shortly upon landing, you encounter a Dragonborn scout, who travels on foot and carries his gear in a rugged backpack. Surmising your purpose, he offers a gravelly “Hail! I assume you’re traveling to Felbarr, as I am? Going to answer the call for adventurers?”

Crownsguard tilts his head, “Has a call been advertised? I have not found any posters in our travels.” He turns to his group, “Apologies, I will be more observant I’m the future.”

The evening before, Ink casts find familiar as a ritual, bringing Quill back from her time away. She seems smaller compared to before. 

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Ink asks of the dragonborn, "Any specifics on the job they need done? Rumors?" 

Ink extends a hand, "The name is Ink, by way of Silverymoon. What's your name good sir?" 

“Silverymoon? Lovely place, if a little soft. I am Saarvin of Fireshear, King of The Frozenfar, dragonfoe and wilderness guide. I am honorbound to offer my services to you as long as we share the same journey. Allow me to be your eyes and ears in this harsh terrain.” The Dragonborn bows to each of you in turn.

//Don will have also brought back Edgar, assuming he had died... unless he didn't and Don just forgot to tell him to get on the ship.//

"Look, Saarvin is it? It has been a long... year." he sighs dramatically. "What are you on about? Who called for adventurers? And who does that anyway, call for adventurers. Hunters yes, assassins... sure in certain circles, explorers, alright, but adventurers?" He says all of this with a smile. "Tell me is someone going to try to kill us And what is Frozenfar?"

// History check on the legitimacy of any of the names/locations dropped by Saarvin.... 24 //

Ink pipes in, "Dragonfoe? That's... curious."

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“Silverymoon? Lovely place, if a little soft. I am Saarvin of Fireshear, King of The Frozenfar, dragonfoe and wilderness guide. I am honorbound to offer my services to you as long as we share the same journey. Allow me to be your eyes and ears in this harsh terrain.” The Dragonborn bows to each of you in turn.

 Crownsguard whole heartedly believes this.

”Hello. I am Crownsguard, your collaborative, combative companion. I believe I speak for everyone when I say that we trust you implicitly.” Crownsguard gives a thumbs up.