Forgotten Realms: Cauldron
19th of Flamerule :
We had rested for two days healing up before we decided to venture on further. We made our way up and out the top door of the Temple room and headed out to find Zenith and the Black Dragon. I swear if I have to I will kill that fucker and bring back his corpse I don’t think we had been told that he had to be returned alive but if all else fails I am sure that the old dwarf has enough money to raise his son if need be, either way it will be done and out of my hands. Plus this little mission had lost us Alistair and he was one of the members of our group that I got along with pretty well. Anyway, we worked our way through the level and came to a door. I searched it and decided it wasn’t trapped so picking the lock I got it opened. Across the room was an altar of some kind. I, of course, automatically thought that there might be some goodies to be had in or around it and figured the easiest way to get them would be to bring up the fact that it was an evil altar and it should be destroyed. Wolftracker agreed with me and he stepped into the room to do just that when the floor dropped out from under him. A ten foot section of floor gave way and down he went. Oops forgot to check the floor for any traps. That is why I don’t take the lead. Looking down on him amid the long spikes sticking up out of the ground I figured it shouldn’t be too hard to get him out of there just throw a rope down with Tharag as an anchor and let him climb out, easy right? Wrong…
As we were getting ready to do just that, out of the floor comes floating a wraith and from the sounds coming out of the hole, Wolftracker had one down there with him also. Thankfully we had Merlo on our side and we were able to destroy them without too much trouble. We got Wolftracker out of the hole and the altar was all but forgotten as we closed the door and moved on. The next place we came upon was where Zenith had holed up. Right away we could tell something was amiss. He had put up emblems of his house crest Splintershield, but they were upside down. He obviously wasn’t in the same state of mind that he had arrived here in, somehow the evil in this place had corrupted his mind and turned him from his true purpose.
We tried reasoning with him but the compulsion on his mind was too much and it came to battle. In all there was Zenith, a hybrid fish/dragon thing some fucking invisible thing, the boatman (to bad Alistair wasn’t with us anymore he would have relished turning him inside out), and believe it or not a fish spear chucker. I found that last one kinda funny since I had heard stories about people fishing with spears. Franklin waded straight in for Zenith and Wolftracker headed for the hybrid. I slipped in behind and was able to tag team him with Wolftracker and we took him out fairly quickly. Roksharr was shooting arrows at the monk but was getting as good as he was giving from the little bastard, with Merlo back there fending off the boatman. I guess Roksharr was getting pissed off so he ended up swearing an oath to kill him. Between Merlo and Tordek they had killed the invisible thing and the boatman so I tumbled my way to the back of the monk to help out Roksharr but in turn ended up killing the bastard out right. That put Roksharr in trouble with that bow of his. Oh well I guess you shouldn’t make oaths if you can’t keep them. The only person left was Zenith. I moved up thinking I would just slip my rapier into his ribs from behind but for some odd reason I decided to try and talk some sense into him instead. What I said must have struck a chord deep inside of him cuz he stopped. He lowered his weapons and said he had fallen too far to be saved and stepped backward into a shining portal. We all decided to head through the portal after him and it took us back to the large temple room. Zenith was there crouched between the legs of Blibdoolpoolp and it seemed like some of the fight had returned to him. So again I ended up talking him into submission and diffusing the situation without too much more bloodshed.
We pulled him back into the room we had previously occupied earlier and with help from Merlo were able to convince Zenith that it wasn’t too late to be saved. Now that I was fairly certain that he wasn’t going to try and end his life or any of our lives we took tally of our resources. Zenith had told us that our little buddy Alistair wasn’t dead but rather in the hands of the Black Dragon that they called the Progenitor. We weren’t really in a position to take on the dragon as of yet, so we rested up.
21st of Flamerule:
It took us another two days to heal up and regain the spells Merlo needed for us to battle the dragon and all we could do was hope that our little buddy Alistair could survive that long without us. After all if we went in there half-cocked we all might be dead, besides I wasn’t about to waste my life on some half-assed plan that would put my life in danger even to save Alistair. With a full complement of spells at our disposal and a full nights rest we headed out to battle this dragon. You know I always have to wonder why a dragon would waste his time with smelly ass fish people. He must have been dropped on his head as a wyrmling. As we made our way along the route we got from Zenith we ended up passing through a nursery for the koa-tou/black dragon half-breeds. Even though it was a little heartless they had to be destroyed. There were some koa-tou guards in there but they failed when it came to protecting their charges. Moving farther along we ran into some more koa-tou whips and females. It seemed that they were all stupid enough to come out and try and protect their Progenitor. They gave us pause, after all when you get a group of those whips together they can throw out some pretty powerful spells. That is where Tordek and I shined, we were able to dodge around most of the lightning bolts they were throwing at us and finish them off. As we were moving back to what had to be the Black Dragons quarters he had a few traps set for us one I was able to find and disarm. The other one, not so much, but me being as smart as I am I never take the lead. I mean come on I maybe a rogue but I am not omnipotent, I know I am bound to miss a few traps here and there. Besides Roksharr is usually in the lead and I don’t particularly care for him, so if my inattentiveness gets him some singed fur, or in this case slightly poisoned, then oops. When we arrived we found the progenitor waiting for us. Alistair was bound and gagged lying out on a table behind him and it appeared from what I could see he had been beaten pretty badly. Now that was just mean, if you can’t be a gracious host then you shouldn’t throw parties. Another confirmation that he was dropped on his head as a wyrmling. He was pretty tough to take down but in the end he had made one drastic mistake and that was throwing all his forces at us ahead of time. He should have been smart enough to pull all his forces back and consolidated them. As he tried to flee through all of us, cuz he had ended up getting backed into a corner, we cut him down. Alistair was unconscious so with the healing hands of Merlo we brought him back to the land of the happily alive and returned to retrieve Zenith.
With Zenith in tow we headed out of this damned temple and worked our way back towards Crazy Jared and our horses. We spent another night in his craziness and headed back to Cauldron victorious.