Hoard of the Dragon Queen - Rise of Tiamat

Episode 4
On the Road

Calithilon Lunarborn here. After we destroyed the dragon eggs and narrowly escaped with our lives, we trudged back to Greenest. Joash, Ran-dal, and myself had caught the worst of it, but poor Wim was walking mostly naked thanks to that acid spray trap. We made it back…barely.

In Greenest, we were able to rest a bit and Wim found some decent clothing. We recovered from our wounds and bought a few needed supplies. We returned a few items we had recovered in the caves to their rightful owners, and were rewarded with a decent bit of gold. We were sent to Eltereal to meet with Leosin or, if we couldn’t find him, to look up one Ontharr Frume.

We arrived at Eltereal after a long ride. We stopped at a local inn and inquired about Leosin. Nobody seemed to recognize the name. However, everyone seemed to know the name Ontharr Frume. We were directed to a bar across down called the Two Black Antlers. Two burly brawlers spilled out the door as we arrived, wrestling and laughing. Inside, we could hear the sounds of laughter, singing, and general merriment. We followed the brawlers back inside and made our way to the bar. The barkeeper hailed Ontharr for us, and a huge man strode over. He introduced himself as the head of The Order of the Gauntlet and told us he had been expecting us. Leosin had sent word on ahead.

That night is a bit of blur. There was drinking, i remember, although I didn’t think I partook of much of the human ale. It doesn’t usually sit well with me. I remember Wim doing well at darts…I think? and even besting a big fighter in a boxing match. I think he also beat Ontharr in an arm wrestling match…but it’s all so foggy…I don’t see how he could have done that. I definitely remember that big fighter punching me in the gut.

The next morning brought headaches to Wim and me, but Joash and Ran-dal seemed fine. We met with Ontharr and Leosin, who had arrived in town overnight. They told us about the cultist wagons that were heading north, and we decided we’d try to catch up with them at Baldur’s Gate. Ontharr told us about the Order of the Gauntlet, an organization devoted to helping those who couldn’t defend themselves and standing against evil, and Leosin told us about the Harpers, a similar group but more secretive and mostly composed of wizards. We agreed to join both, and Leosin gave us each a medallion on a silver chain worn by all the Harpers that would identify us to other members. Before leaving, we bought a few more supplies and sold a few items we had picked up along the way.

We rode hard and arrived at Baldur’s Gate a couple of days before the cultist wagons. No animals were allowed into the city so we had to sell our horses at the gate. Quite a racket they have going here. We searched out one Ackyn Celebon, a fellow who sold equipment to the caravans passing through. He directed us to the appropriate places to get hired onto the caravans that would be leaving, and vouched for us to give us credibility. We met a few of the cultists in a bar, and tried to engage them in conversation. They were curt, if not outright rude, and my temper almost got the best of me. Wim quickly ushered me out the door before I had the chance to set the lot of them on fire with a spell. Wim and Ran-dal were hired on by a bird trader, Oyn Evenmore. Joash and I had the misfortune to get on with a fur trader, Archeny Ulyeltin. His wares smelt like exactly what they were…dead carcasses…but it would serve our purpose. Thanks to Celebon’s vouching, we were all hired on at sergeant’s pay, 8gp every 10 days. Pretty good money for guards. We were able to purchase new horses as we left.

The first several days of our journey were mostly uneventful. On the fifth day though, things got ugly. It started when we noticed a couple of large birds flying around above us. As one began to dive toward us, we realized that it was much bigger than we thought! It was a Peryton, with the body of a huge bird but the head and antlers of a stag. The first one swooped toward me, as I was at the head of the caravan. I narrowly dodged it as it scraped at me with talons and horns. I knew the other must be attacking those behind us, but I was too busy hitting the dirt to notice much. I saw the creature dive toward Joash, and knew from his screams that it had found its mark. As the huge Peryton flew past me, I gathered myself and shot a powerful firebolt at it. It screamed a horrible screeching cry as the fire tore into it, but it didn’t stop. In its anger, it turned and dove for me again. This time I was unable to avoid its fury, as its antlers drove into me and its claws felt as if they were trying to rip my heart out. The pain was unbelievable. Ran-dal and Wim were being attacked behind us, but Ran-dal tried to come to my aid. He caught the creature with a clean throw of his javelin, but it seemed to be almost completely unfazed by the attack. It was then we realized that only magic was going to do much damage to these horrible foes. Wim began to cast spells of his own, and I managed to dispatch the one attacking me with a weak firebolt. The other Peryton caught up a rider from his horse and flew away.

We thought that would be it for the day…but no. Behind us, a "noble"man who had mistreated his horses the whole trip had one fall out on him. He stood to the side, beating the horse in his anger. Ran-dal could stand the injustice no more, and went to confront the noble. As he approached, a huge knight in full plate mail stepped in front of him. The noble refused to listen to reason and the situation became very tense. I stepped in and offered the man 3gp for the horse, and took the poor beast with me. Thankfully, we were able to avoid a nasty confrontation.

On day ten, another little incident occurred. The cultist wagon driver took a turn too fast and the wagon tipped over, losing a wheel and spilling some of their crates. One of the traders behind them offered to help, but he was dismissed and became a bit perturbed at their refusal of his help. Ran-dal and Wim stepped back to see what was going on, and caught a glimpse of the contents of one of the crates. It was filled with precious and unusual jewels and trinkets. The cultists quickly ushered them away and whispered among themselves, no doubt wondering whether or not the outsiders had seen what they were carrying. The next morning we learned that the trader who had tried to help them had caught a mysterious fever and died overnight. I wondered if I should be worried about my two friends.

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Episode 3 - Dragon Hatchery

Episode 3 – Dragon Hatchery

The players were asked by Leosin Erlanthar to return to the Bandit Camp and find the Dragon Hatchery and investigate it. Leosin wanted the players to travel north to another town after the investigation and let him know what they find.

After an uneventful journey the players make their way back to the Bandit Camp. Except for a few hunters they find it empty. In the cover of darkness they find the entrance on the far side of the canyon. After entering they huge cave they are immediately ambushed by a kobold guard. The players quickly take them out. Randall discovers a secret passage to the right. The players find an abandoned supply/treasure room and then stumble into a barrack room full of human cultists. After a bloody battle the player emerge wounded but victorious. One of the cultists escapes to warn the others.

Calithilon Lunarborn here. We were banged up pretty bad from our fight in the barracks and decided to rest up before delving deeper into the caves. We healed ourselves up and prepared fresh spells for our next encounter. Over the course of the next day, we encountered flying creatures that dropped rocks on us, hostile fungi, and blood sucking bats. They all tore us up pretty good. Eventually we found our way to a room that held the dragonborn leader of the group, Langdedrosa Cyanwrath. We recognized him as the one Ran-dal had faced in front of the Greenest stronghold.He was dangerous, andhe had smelled us coming.

The dragonborn was aided by two powerful human warriors. We went after them with everything we had, and it almost wasn’t enough. Time and again, Joash the cleric came to our aid to heal us up and keep us in the fight. The dragonborn had some sort of electrical shock for breath…doesn’t say much for his hygiene. I felt the force of it a couple of times…it wasn’t pleasant. Eventually we were able to prevail against them, but it was touch and go for a while.

As we surveyed the room, our eyes fell on an ornate treasure chest in one corner. We figured it was trapped, but our curiosity got the better of us. We tied a rope around Wim’s leg and the rest of us hid in a nearby hallway while he attempted to pick the lock. He almost had it, but then it happened…a horrible acid spray started coming out of little ornate dragon heads carved into the walls. It burned Wim badly, and ate up his leather armor and left him with little more than his undergarments. We dragged him to safety as fast as we could, and moved on down the stairwell.

As we looked over a slight precipice, we finally saw what we had come for…two dragon eggs! We made our way down to them carefully, searching for traps as we went. Ran-dal had set one off earlier, and we had learned our lesson. As we inspected the two eggs, a nasty smell caught our noses…drakes! Two of them…and they didn’t like us being there. They attacked with all their fury, and we returned in kind. Beastly fellows, they almost proved more than we were capable of handling. Joash, Ran-dal, and I went down in the fight, and Wim was forced to finish off the last one on his own. With daring hit and run maneuvers, he eventually defeated the dangerous beast.

We inspected the eggs and decided the best thing to do was to destroy them on the spot. We sliced open the eggs and I scorched both baby black dragons before they ever had the chance to become a threat.

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Episode 2 - Raiders' Camp

Calithilon Lunarborn here. After the battle at Greenest, Governor Nighthill asked us to see if we could track the cultists and raiders and find out what was going on. He couldn’t pay us much, but we figured it was the right thing to do. We geared up and headed out.

At one point on the road, we came across a group of the cultists and managed to convince them that we were with the raiders. They were traveling with a few kobolds who were less than pleasant…and I mean their manners and their smell. Through some guile and subterfuge, we got the information we needed from them and managed to kill them all.

Later, we came across a hunter carrying his kill. We spoke with him and learned that he was working for the cultists and was out gathering food for the camp. We followed him on in and integrated ourselves into the camp without much trouble. The camp was set up in a huge canyon, with hundred foot cliffs surrounding all sides save one entrance to the west. We spent that night talking and listening, and gathering as much information as we could. The next day we were expected to help with chores, and to keep up our ruse we had to go along. We were sent to feed several prisoners that had been captured in Greenest. I think Ran-dal even recognized a few of them. There seemed little we could do for them at the time.

As we tended to our duties, we noticed another prisoner up on the hill closer to the command tent. He was tied to a wooden X-style cross, and guarded by two men at all times. We were determined to rescue him; if he was that important to the cultists, then we had to help him. Under cover of night, we crept up to the place where he was held. We posed as guards and managed to bluff our way past the previous shift. We quickly cut him down and headed back toward the little shelter where the other prisoners were held, intending to take them with us if possible. Wim was trying to round up some horses for us as we crept back.

Fate was not on our side. Between Ran-dal’s clanky armor and me (an elf with dark vision, no less) stumbling through the dark, we managed to alert every foe within earshot. We fought our way to the horses, and fled as fast as we could. I wasn’t sure we were going to make it…but we did.

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Episode 1 - Greenest in Flames

Episode 1 – Greenest in Flames

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