Session Report 16/05/21

The doors of the Wheel of Cheese burst open as the Friends of Grik enter after a day of adventuring. The sight of a party a few adventurers short may have been more reassuring than the one that presented itself to the stupefied patrons.

Graden is the worst. His peg leg singed and splintered, he hops with his arm around Ethex's shoulder. His scalp is scarred and disfigured, his wild hair burned away. The ends of his beard are burned black and the sides are dyed an odd fluorescent green. Worse yet, the party looks like they travel light this evening, with nary a bag of silver between them.

Our plan was simple: rescue the merchants to weaken the position of the hobgoblins. Our first stop, as is often the case, was Rocky, to seek information about their position. On our way, we stopped at the room of charred silhouettes and managed to draw a large marble of magnificent blue crystal from the wall.

Rocky was in no mood to talk and seemed unable to answer a single question ... odd, for he is usually eager to answer our questions three. Someone must have spoken to him before us! We got onto the subject of food, so we gave our stony friend some bread. He prefers a pink mineral known as 'veridium'?

This got us wondering if there might be anything of value hidden inside his gaping mouth. Laird the halfling volunteered to enter the mouth, with a rope tied around his waste, making sure to remind Rocky that he was not, in fact, food. He managed to grab hold of a large pink crytal, of which Rocky seemed even appreciative to be relieved. Who knows what other treasures lie within?

Before we could leave, there was a knock at the door from without. The knocker, who spoke in the infernal tongue of the dragons, had no patience for Rocky's chatter and was keen for answers. As he entered, what we saw was quite alarming.

We thought him an elf of the subterrenean variety. His skin was as black and shiny as pitch and his eyes fierce and reptilian. He was completely naked, but for a golden bracelet, and we'd soon find out why. He insulted us and ordered us to leave and never return. We reluctantly left him with the oracle, but were intent on seeing our honour restored.

And so, while he was in Rocky's room, we set up an ambush.

The Ambush

We tracked his footprints to the south, where we assumed he would go upon leaving Rocky. We split up and poured oil on the floor of the crossroads. We put out our lights and laid in wait.

We listened eagerly as his footsteps reached the crossroads. In a moment, we sprung out, set arrows into his breast and cut at him with all of our might. We even set him ablaze in a pillar of flame. We thought ourselves the victors. But he reached for his bracelet and chanted in his dark language.

In a flash of light, he slowly began to transform, sprouting wings of black leather and a tail like a gigantic black snake. His neck and face extended until he assumed his true form. A black dragon.

Immediately, we began to scatter, but he spewed burning acid onto Graden, nearly leaving him for dead. He threw himself into the caves where the serpent was too big to enter. The others went their separate ways and waited with baited breath.

It wasn't too long before he got bored with this hunt and stalked his way back into his lair, but not without reminding us that we had made a most dangerous and terrible enemy. Should the Friends of Grik enter Stonehell again, it may be a death sentence.

It is lucky for Graden that Laird saw him sprint into the caves, for he knew not to assume that he was dead, and accompanied him back to Drigbolton.



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