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We awaken on our third day in the city, eager to begin our
journey to find the red dragon in the Ice
Mountains. Before we could set off, however, we had to wait for
the Paladin to collect his Lions saddle.
With the rest of the party forced to wait we decided to spend
the morning in the company of some
beautiful women down at the local brothel. Upon our return to
the inn to collect our gear, I found a
letter waiting for me from the ever mysterious Athena. It stated
that the Alsohl for the Blue Dragon we
were seeking might just be found in the company of the Red
Dragon, a bonus to the mission we were
already planning on undertaking. I spread the contents of the
letter to the rest of the party and we
eagerly began the planning for the journey.
We decided that the dangers of the desert warranted some help
from the locals in the form of a guide
to navigate the ever changing dunes for us. We spent what was
left of the morning searching the
encampment for someone willing to act as our guide to the
foothills of the Ice Mountains. I finally got a
lucky break when I ran into an Half-Ogress Ranger who, while
attractive enough in a tall and rugged,
looked as though she just got back from the desert. She agreed
to lead us through the desert to the
foothills of the Ice Mountains for 15 gold. Before I could
attempt to haggle with her, Trogdor ended any
chance of a reduced price by agreeing to her price and paying
with his own gold. With that taken care ofwe set out for the desert
and the mountains beyond.
I began having second thoughts about hiring this ranger almost
immediately, as my idea of a nice safe
journey across the desert was shattered by the appearance of a
pair of rust monsters. We instantly
swung into action against the monstrous foes before us; Monk,
Trogdor, and the Sashas lion charged
into them while the rest of the party supporting from a
distance. The battle was brutal, but the
knowledge we gained from our earlier battles with the rust
monsters was invaluable, and, with the help
of some Magic Missiles and well placed sling stones from Dumb
Dumb, we managed to defeat them
without any major casualties to the party.
We reached the first oasis without further incident and everyone
settled in to wait out the day. During
the first watch we were assailed in our sleep by a group of
Giant Scorpions, the leader of the group
larger than most small houses. As is their norm, the close
combat specialist in our group, namely Dumb
Dumb, Trogdor, and Monk, charged in to face the foe head to
head. However, they hadnt fought such a
foe as this one arrayed before us and soon found themselves
caught in the clacking claws of our enemy.
I knew that I would be of little help in a close combat fight,
so I did the best I could from a distance.
Unfortunately, the first scorpion shrugged off the sleep spell I
threw at it while the rest of the party
attempted to break the crushing hold of the enemy. In an act of
ultimate sacrifice, not mine (I am way
too important to the epic being written as the writer), I moved
forward to get all three of the scorpions
in range of my Burning Hand Spell and it was a doozy of a spell.
My team mates managed to avoid the
worst of the damage, but the scorpions were not so lucky. They
all three took substantial damage from
the spell and the largest lost his hold on Trogdor. The rest of
the party took advantage of the chaos my
spell caused to quickly finish off the scorpions before they had
a chance to regroup and re-attack. After
scavenging anything of value from the dead scorpions we again
settled in to wait out the day. The
second watch passed without incident, but we were not so lucky
during the third watch.
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We awoke during the third watch to find ourselves buried to the
neck in mud, and if that wasnt enough
our struggles were being watched by a fairly bemused Copper
Dragon. Our first instinct as a party was to
panic, pray to our respective gods, and then die with honor.
However, my philosophy that knowledge is
power again proved itself on the battlefield. I knew from my
travels that Copper Dragons, in general, are
epic pranksters and are fond of not only pranking but also of a
good joke or riddle. So, slowly sinking
into the morass that had once been solid ground, I put on my
best Bardic face and proceed to try and
joke my way out of a sticky situation. My first few attempts,
while entertaining, were unfortunately all
jokes and riddles the Dragon had already heard, but, after
searching my mind, I produced to gems in
rapid succession that soon had the Dragon rolling on the ground
grasping his massive sides. After
climbing out of the mud the Dragon made a deal with us, he would
keep watch for the remainder of the
day if we could pass on a message to a gnome he knew, Glorri
Googleberry. The messages was, Cethalis
is looking for a good time at Oakwood Manor, in Oakheart. Bring
your sassy wife. The rest of the day
passed with no further interruptions to our rest.
That evening we awoke to make plans for the rest of our trip.
Our guide had been following our request
for the shortest route to the letter, but was becoming
distressed at the amount of danger she was beingsubjected to. She
told us of a safer route that would steer clear of most of the
dangers of the desert, but
it would add a day to our trip. We discussed the choices amongst
the party but decided to take our
chances on the shorter route and continued on our way. The
decision would soon come back to haunt
us. Within an hour of starting off Monk and I spotted a group of
some 20 skeleton warriors in the path
before us accompanied by the largest skeleton we had ever seen.
We instantly raised the alarm in the
party and the decision was made. To try to avoid a long,
protracted battle that might draw the attention
of something more sinister, we would attempt to circumvent the
group of undead. The quick thinking of
our guide was the only thing that kept us out of combat as we
spent the rest of the night dodging roving
bands of undead warriors.
After a long night spent on the run, we eventually made it to an
easily defensible position in a volcanic
bowl and settled in for the next day. The day passed peacefully,
the only disturbance to the peace was
the appearance of another Giant Scorpion which passed our hiding
spot without noticing our presence.
The next evening we arose well rested and continued our journey
towards the mountains.
The evening passed swiftly with no real encounters or dangers
and we safely made it to the foothills of
the Ice Mountains. Our guide found us a safe place to bed down
for the day and then informed me that
due to the dangers we forced her to face she demanded further
compensation for our passage. It soon
became obvious that she was talking about more gold, apparently
my performance for the dragon had
shown her what a handsome and witty man I was and she liked
witty men. I followed her out of the
camp and discovered what a good choice that was as she proceeded
to rock my world for over an hour.
With her payment taken care of, she took her leave of us and we
settled into to discuss the next leg of
our quest to collect the Al Shols.
