ooc: We did stay behind, Kali knows better than to talk on a scouting mission.

"My dear dwarf, flirting in my lifeblood. To be fair, I do like to think that I'm more coquettish, mainly because I like the word better."



"So, it could be anything from a deer to a demon. Sounds fun, when shall we head out?"

You both do it so well His beaming smile showed hs amusement of the subject. It would be interesting to see how the deer or demons react to being flirted with  He let out a titter at this.
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Kora rubbed her hands together and grinned at Kitheras. "So what's the plan, boss?"

"From my experience, flirting with a devil can have some interesting outcomes. Flirting with a demon tends to end with your entrails being used as decorations."

"Aw, I bet you have the prettiest entrails," Kora laughs. "Who wouldn't want to show them to the world?"

"As much as I appreciated the sentiment, precious, I must admit that I like having my entrails inside myself and fully intact. To do otherwise would be, frankly, gauche."

"We need to renew the invisibility spells, rest, and then head in.  We need a watch to be kept now that we know that there are dangers nearby, and we can stagger our rest to accommodate the preparation of spells."

"Corym, you'll take Tarron and investigate the fallen crown as you indicated.  The rest of us will wait at the base of the tower to breach."

"I'll wait until you arrive and see what information I can gather on the inhabitants to formulate a tactical plan."

In reply to Kitheras Sunblade (msg # 44):

Kitheras, it appears that our time resting in Glen has softened your memory.
I will cast my device gift which means I don't need sleep or sustenance but can still sleep if required.

I shall keep a guard whilst you all rest. I do not need to sleep to get this gift back.I have kept up the device gift that allows me to know if any of you are in immediate danger, this is my role in this company and I take it as a given. I have a dispell Magic spell in my ioun stone of Spell Storing along with a couple of cures for light Wounds.

I will ensure hot food is ready just before sunrise.

Feeling that Kitheras had forgotten because it was Corym that kept this in check, showed that the new Captain had a few things to catch up on but they were not a problem to him.

Remember Kitheras, Corym has this and further knowledge that you can tap into. He gave the Captain a big smile then said So whose after Stew? as he offered the hot pot and serving spoon to anyone who'll take it.

"As you prefer, Krackor. I know that these extended watches leave you drained after a time, and I'm unsure of how many resources you must spend in order to sustain them. In Myth Drannor for weeks on end, it becomes necessary.  For this? With one target and then home again?  I wasn't sure that you'd want to expend the effort."

Spell selections for Kitheras and Corym are complete.

A cold supper is made, people munching on trail rations (or in Kali's case fine viands she seems to be pulling from somewhere) rather than risk lighting a fire. Krackor works his magic, preparing for his watch, and when the meal is over the rest of the camp is set up quickly.

The spellcasters cloak each person in invisibility. For Tarron and Kali it is an odd experience; moving about a camp that looks at times either abandoned or haunted, while hearing the normal noises you would expect from a cold weather camp. The others move about with more ease, not bumping into each other the way you occasionally do. That says... interesting things about the group.

With the plans made and the spells cast, there's nothing left save for you all to turn in. The night is cold and clammy, the mists that rise from the river seeping through the camp and running cold fingers over you as you sleep. It's unpleasant, but the mist is the only thing that approaches.

When morning comes you awaken to Krackor's morningfeast. The camp is packed up, those who need to memorize spells do so, and Kitheras quietly confirms that each of you is ready to go. Shielded under invisibility, you set out for the city.

((ooc: Corym, go ahead and roll a Move Silently check, please, since you're taking point.

Who is carrying the ward stone? That's important for me to know.

Are you taking the same route to the tower (circling the city to the southwest before heading east and coming up from "below")? Or a different route.))

07:11, Today: Corym Ildroun rolled 5 using 1d100.  Move Silently.

Same route.

Corym would want the Ward Stone in his possession.  Between his Stone Skin, and a couple of different emergency escape spells, he feels like he's the one most likely to survive to be able to make a second try in the event of TPK.  It also feels like his own side quest.  Finally, if the ward stone starts reacting to anything, we want it to do that from the beginning.
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Tarron was fully prepared for the days work. He deferred to the company captain today, and was quietly prepared before dawn had broken. His system of preparation was heavily regimented, with several stretches followed by a methodical cleaning of himself and a check of his equipment.

Corym and Tarron lead the way, the rest of the group keeping together further back. They at least have the advantage of Krackor's armor to keep themselves together. Even attempting to be stealthy, the plate mail rattles enough for everyone to stay on station.

The edges of Eueurarlor are odd for those of you who have spent time in Myth Drannor. It's a clearly ruined elven city, but the local wildlife doesn't have same degree of terror. Though mist flows through the streets and sways about the lower reaches of the tower ruins, you can see birds flying through the air, and the grass and bushes occasionally rattle with the movement of small creatures.

There is nothing immediately more dangerous that you can see, though the mist hides much of the city. Though fallen, you guess most of the great towers are still structurally sound enough to provide lairs. The same is true for the few intact smaller towers.

Reaching the southern side of town, Corym and Tarron climb up the embankment and make their way closer to the Imbran tower. The rest of group remains at the base of the embankment for the moment. As the duo get closer, they can see that the wall around southern door has been broken so as to greatly increase the size of the passage, and that there is definitely something moving on the other side. But you're still too far away, and it's too misty, for you to make out any details.

((ooc: Pausing here to see how the dynamic duo wants to plan their approach.))

In his time, Tarron had seen all manner of things. Trolls and ogres were one, giants another. Whatever had made the tower it's lair was large enough to be either. "Under the illusion of invisibility, we could approach and see what is inside. As long as we are quiet, we should be ok." he whispers.

"Kitheras--scouting enemies is your area of expertise. Go with Tarron."

Kitheras glides up to Tarron, makes physical contact, and then adjusts his spacing and hums lowly so that Tarron can get a guage of the spacing.  From there he gives the audible signal to advance, and begins his scouting run.

Continuing his advance, Tarron listens to the instructions of Kitheras and follows quietly and quickly behind his companion. He flips down his mask, watching out for magical auras that might trip them up in their search.

Kitheras and Tarron creep forward towards the door on the Imbran tower's souther side. The great bulk of the fallen tower is on their left, and this close you can see open windows and partially-collapsed balconies that once provided light and air to the rooms inside. You can also see several massive cracks that crawl their way up the crystal from the ground, before disappearing around the curve of the tower high above you.

The door in front of you is now a broken, gaping maw. It's at least thirty feet side to side, and stretches up to almost twenty feet before it reaches a floor and the damage to the wall stops. From what you can see, at least this portion of the tower's first floor was built with double-height ceilings.

As you get closer, you're slowly able to get a better view of the movement inside. There's something in the tower's first floor that is a matte blue gray that would fade into the mist within a dozen feet. Inside the brightly-colored tower, it's significantly more visible.

It appears on the other side of the doorway, walking from left to right, and you can hear what sounds like someone muttering under their breath. Then it disappears, and as you notice the long tail trailing behind it, your brains finally manage to create a coherent picture.

There is a dragon in the first floor of the Imbran tower.

There was an innate curiousity that got the better of Tarron, and instead of being shellshocked, he was curious to find out what it was that the dragon was saying. He wasn't exactly sure of the abilities of dragons, but he felt that the dragon would be fairly sensitive to would be thieves. Their hoards were said to be mighty and vast.

Creeping up to the lair, he let out a low welcome to the dragon. "we mean you no harm, would you be willing to share stories with some long lost elves?" he calls out, hoping for the best.

"Indeed, a story for long lost elves and of long lost elves.  How may we call you, our host?"

Both Kitheras' study of Etiquette and his Bardic Knowledge fail him in this moment.  Tactically, though, he knows that it is prudent to move from the place he spoke in case the dragon directs a strike there, and does so.

The dragon immediately stops her muttering when she hears your voices. Her head whips around to the southern entrance. Squaring her shoulders, she opens her mouth and a seething cloud of steam erupts towards you. It rolls through the broken doorway like a gray wall, radiating heat like a furnace. ((ooc: Tarron, Kitheras, each of you need to make a save vs. breath weapon. Since your around the edges of the wall, you get a +2 bonus. Make the save and you take no damage, otherwise take half damage.))

The fog spreads thirty feet out from the door before stopping and just hanging in the air. A few moments later, the dragon steps out of it. Her head cranes this way and that, as though looking for you, and she's started muttering again. However, whereas before she had been speaking some kind of draconic language you couldn't understand, now she's speaking elven. "Elves? Must watch for elves. Was told very firmly that elves were not allowed. Who told me? Can't have elves in the old elven city. Nasty city. Not like my pretty lair."

07:27, Today: Tarron Ianfiel rolled 21 using 1d20+2.  Saving throw. – [roll=1639092428.34846.359800]

Tarron flings himself away from the gaping hole that is now the door into the Imbran tower and manages to keep entirely clear of the dragon's breath weapon. Kitheras, busy studying the dragon in case of a potential conflict, is caught flat footed. The cloud of super-heated mist rolls over him briefly before he's able to stagger backward and out of the way. ((ooc: Kitheras, you take 10 damage.))

The mist lingers in the air, though the heat rapidly leeches out of it. The dragon walks around the entrance, slipping into and out of the mist, continuing to mutter to herself in elven as she looks around.

"Not so pretty now, by all accounts. You've been here too long, left your lair to be plundered." comments Tarron, hoping that the dragon might flee to see if his lies were true or not. "If you leave now, there's a good chance you can still save it." he added for good measure.

Light on his feet, Tarron tried to ascertain what kind of dragon they were dealing with exactly. Not to mention, he wondered if he could see any magical aura's that would help him locate a clue to moving in further.