New characters

• Lord Harthos Zymorven
• Raoul the butler
• Elifane the high elf
• Berka the dwarf
• Some mercenaries
• Felgalos the bronze dragon

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Quests and objectives

• Citadel Fellbar
  At the shop, Ghelryn brings out his writing pad and, having prepared it earlier, signs a letter of recommendation for Thoradin and the party. Ghelryn tells Thoradin to present the recommendation to King Morinn and Queen Tithmel at Citadel Felbarr as they pass through. The Citadel, Thoradin knows, is an ancient dwarven city stronghold built into the mountain. Thoradin thanks Ghelryn profusely, not exactly sure what to make of it, but glad to have any kind of recommendation from another dwarf. Thoradin tucks the letter into his pocket.
• Xantharl’s Keep
  Darz offered an intriguing revelation regarding a 5,000-gold-piece reward for bringing the notorious dwarf brigand, the Weevil, back to Mirabar alive. Darz goes on to explain that a friend of his, a merchant from Mirabar, passed through the Caravan Grounds in Triboar recently. The friend said that while in Longsaddle, he’d seen a wanted poster, but he swears on his life that he saw that exact dwarf in the poster cleaning the stables in Xantharl’s Keep.
• The desert – Finding Felgalos’ pipeweed
• Fireshire – Gryphons
• Yartar – Finding Lord Harthos’ son and passing on his best to Urgala

Unknown locations:

• Looking for Gunther
• Finding Lia’s sister
• Speaking to Harshnag the friendly giant
• Moog’s missing husband

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Thunder rumbles in the distance as the adventurers head west to the Ides of Leaf Fall. It’s cold. Grey clouds hang heavy in the sky and lightning flashes.

The adventurers are on their steeds to find the giant-killing sword at the home of the Lifestyle Guy, an old adventurer, the mood matching the weather with two of the party missing. Lia has gone to the Underdark – they are all sure she has gone to hunt for her sister – and Gunther was last seen in the temple of Asmodeus. They asked around but no one had seen him.  The team is convinced that he’s gone to ground with all the law and order excitement.

Londer feels a bit glum, walking along sharpening his swords, contemplative.  Thoradin is not happy about the disappearance of the big ginger cat; he’s unhappy about leaving a party member in peril. Miss Moss feels the same. Leshanna is ambivalent.  Rain starts to fall, but it is unable to cut through the tension.

At Zyrmoven Hall, the gang see a tall pitched roof of a keep high above and take the forked road leading up to it, past a sign swinging on a crest with a “Z” on it. This is Zymorven Hall. There is no sign of anyone.

The pathway leading up is along a crest leading to a hill. There are big, heavy wooden doors.  They make a gentle creaking noise.  The corridor is dimly lit with lanterns.

Londer calls out “Hello? Hello? We are the heroes of Phandalin and Triboar and some other things in Silvery Moon. And we’re friends with Urgala”

An old man comes out and greets them – he’s very happy to see them. He invites them to join him in a feast. He summons Raoul to prepare a feast. As they sit down, he begs them to share some battle stories. Londer offers to tell the story of the battle of Triboar.

He tells stories of his adventures of Waterdeep, protecting merchant ships – ancient monstrosities of the deep. He is delighted by their responses.

Londer tells the story of Yartar, the fish people and the wizard.  “You fought an Aboleth!” He is enthralled with the story, if not the telling of it.

Thoradin, who has been very quiet suddenly chimes in  – we have been fighting giants, we expect to fight more, do you have any hints

He tells a story of how he fought side by side with a Frost Giant, Harshnag – in Icewingdale. They held a parade for us in Brinshander in the main street.

Leshanna gasps at recognition and Miss Moss’s beautiful mind remembers that this is the giant that the old scholar told them about – a good giant who may be able to help them.

As the meal has progressed, Lord Harthos has now removed his robe and replaced it with his old armour. Raoul is silent. Londer regales Lord Harthos with stories of his family, his weapon.  Lord Harthos admires the sword.

“Urgala was telling us about your amazing giant killing sword. Can we see it?” Miss Moss asks and Lord Harthos is delighted to show them.  He brings out a case and unwraps some linen – inside there is a sword that faintly glows.

Miss Moss asks permission to touch it and he invites her to. She senses magic pulsing inside it. As the old man looks over, a smile creeps over his lips. “I think it likes you.” Miss Moss smiles at Lord Harthos and at the sword. He asks them to consider taking it on the journey, it would be a way for him to adventure with them.

“You honour us with the gift”

He thinks back and says that his times of adventure has passed and it is soon time for my rest. It will bring joy to my heart to think of them carrying this on in their adventures.

Londer asks if the old man needs any help from them. “My only heir, my son has been missing for more than a year. Harthol has not been heard of for at least a year. He was last seen in Yartar, fallen for a thief girl”

Leshanna looks at him carefully, he seems evasive. Miss Moss recalls the Hands of Yartar.

Miss Moss says, “Well, we do have some contacts in Yartar in the thief-world. Perhaps we could see if we can find your son.”

He seems wistful.

After a while he offers for them to stay the night and Londer stays up for a few more drinks and war stories. He speaks a little more freely, he’s sent his son off for his relationship with the thief girl – he feels that he has sullied the Zymorven name. Lord Hathos is unwell, not long for the world but pride is not allowing him to fix it.

He agrees that things are very unusual with the giants. They speak for some time.  Thoradin takes himself outside, he’s feeling a bit unwell. The night draws to a close.

Miss Moss adds the giant slayer to her inventory.       

The next morning, Harthos bids them farewell – he makes a special point of asking them to pass on his regards to Urgala and ask her to visit sometime.

A horse-drawn cart comes along – a high elf male calls out, “Hail travellers! A word.” He speaks of an important mission. A bronze dragon has been wreaking havoc. He is known far and wide as the Flying Misfortune. The high elf Elifane.

Chromatic dragons are known for their evil ways and metallic dragons are known for being good. The adventurers are suspicious, this doesn’t add up.

There is a huge flapping of wings and a voice calls from above “It is I, Felaglos the Bronze avenger! Pitiful scum think you’ll catch me! I’ll scorch you and your stolen wares!”

The Zentarrum people jump out of the way, the dragon clips the tree and slams into the earth. He has a big spill, then spins, turns and opens his mouth and electricity bars his teeth.

First up is the dwarven lady, Berka – she stands on the cart and reaches to pull out a vial. She draws her weapon and flies into the air, hovering above the ground. She says, “It’s dragon killing time!” The horses rear and buck and dash away, breaking free of their things.

Elifane raises up his hand, says a few words and turns invisible.

Thoradin takes one look at the situation, is overcome with nausea and backs out.

The mercenaries begin to attack. Mounted on the cart are two heavy crossbows. One of the mercenaries loads a bolt with a rope attached. He lines up the dragon and lets loose the bolt. Behind it there is a net. It flows out like a parachute and almost engulfs the dragon. He calls out “These people are thieves, do something!”

The other mercenary does the same thing and also misses.

Londer dashes forward and calls out “Stop everyone, we can talk this out! We don’t need to kill each other!”

Everyone looks around, confused, for Elifane – now invisible. A voice says “No way, we need to stick to the plan!”

Felgalos says, “You see? I would stop! These are Zentarrum scum. All I want is a little fun!”

Leshanna tries to work out what the “fun” is. She looks around, cannot see Elifan anywhere. She takes out her spider staff and casts a web over the top of the mercenaries.  They are covered in webbing. “Oops! Missed the dragon!” she calls out.

Miss Moss, on Patricia, swings around, pulls the web over the top of the mercenaries, pulls tight – topples the cart and the whole thing gets pulled over.  The two mercenaries on the top of the cart fall off, prone.

The dragon takes off into the air and opens his mouth, breathing a breath of lightning.

The mercenaries within the path of the dragon’s electricity fry to a crisp. Everyone else from the group begins to sound frightened. A disembodied voice from Elifane calls out “We surrender!” He appears again.

Chuckles come from Felgalos.

Londer calls out to Felgalos, “What is the fun you’re having that is upsetting the Zentarrum?”

Felgalos flaps his wings and soars down to the ground. As he lands, he changes shape – he is a blonde halfling. He excuses himself and begins rifling through the bags.  

He appears to be an impish, puckish, joie-de-vivre. He is light and friendly. He appears to be living in the moment, good natured.

He explains that he enjoys messing with the Zentarrum because they are thieves and highway men. Felgalos has lost his favourite pipe weed. In exchange, he will give unfettered access to the horde of two dragons.  They are blue dragons.

Felgalos is a little clumsy, he needs little people who are surefooted.

Yonderla’s delight, the pipe weed.

Net launcher, armour, morning star, a pouch with 80g pieces and a ring of resistance – lightning resistance. Garnets, tourmalines, potion of greater healing, battle-axe, hand axe, heavy cross bow, 50gold pieces, rations, plundered kourmarian wine, and a casket of ale.

Switching back into the form of the dragon, Felgalos grabs hold of the wagon. A little like a hot air balloon, he prepares for lift off on a journey to Askor, the eastern deserts.