(The following is written in an obnoxiously gorgeous handwriting...)
They're Good Adventurers, Brent
28 Tarsakh, 1502 DR
Thrax prepared a mission for a group of five (Astraelis, Mila, Mimsy, Salviron, and myself, Sylk) to venture into the currently storming Dragonspire Peaks. Our goal was to assist with escorting a caravan to the Citadel of the Raven, though we would never find this Citadel. Shortly into our adventure, we were met with a canine, a "golden retriever," as the others described. Everything about her radiated magic, and her collar described her name to be Dell. Her owner, Leonardo, requested her return if she was lost. After discussion with the caravan, we set out to see what had upset Dell and followed into the woods.
A cave mouth greeted us, filled with steam intense enough to ward away the rain. We wandered in, with Mila's flying feline familiar scouting ahead for us. The cavern left little impression, other than it being painfully filled with geysers that threatened our every step. One fork in the road led to a sleeping quarters with a molten rock moat and a hidden door, containing more treasures. The other side of the fork, past a fire elemental gemstone, led to a puzzle door. Salviron's alchemical knowledge deduced the solution, and I entered the code.
Inside were a handful of hobgoblins and their smaller goblin counterparts, as well as cages containing surface-dwelling animals. Dell rushed ahead, barking for their freedom. Mila and I requested the goblinkin free the animals, and in return, we would escort them to the Glassfang Syndicate. They explained their skepticism due to their current employer, a dragon named Torch, would not take too kindly to this betrayal. We wore them down, freed the creatures, and escorted the large group outside the cave.
On the way to the caravan, we were accosted by Torch and four hobgoblins. Torch was angry, spewing fire on us all and shouting he wanted the dog. Dell healed our burns, and a tense fight began. The red wyrmling fought with much might but clever spells and tactics made him little of a match for our intrepid team. When he fell, the hobgoblins surrendered. We convinced them to go with us to the Glassfang Syndicate as well.
The caravan had a guest when we returned, none other than Leonardo the wizard. He thanked us for Dell's return, and explained the dog had been an Archdruid in these lands. She had felled Torch's mother in the past. Eventually the stresses of life wounded her resolve, and she decided to live the rest of her days as a happy canine. Leonardo gifted us magical items as well as his gratitude. With an army of goblinkin, we easily completed our escort of the caravan, and returned home.
Loot
- 400gp
- x1 Potion of Resistance (Fire)
- x1 Syndicate Token
- Leonardo's gratitude (intangible)
All notes are listed with accuracy to the best of my memory. -Sylkran "Sylk" Teke'zynge, 28 Tarsakh, 1502 DR
