Municipality of Felgolos, islands near Candlekeep

• Me (Salviron)
• Assy
• Mimsy
• Grandma Tapioca
• Luckyfoot

We were hired by the Lord's Alliance to investigate a dragon that like puns... I'm not entirely sure on all the details but we had to go to the Municipal Court of Felgolos which is inside a bronze dragon's demiplane. They had a sign on the foor that stated "No Loitering, Littering, or Unlicensed Wordplay." We entered the court to sit in and listen. A man was on trial for throwing a tomato at a performer before it was legally disappointing.

I'm still not sure what is going on.

But we had to break some people out of jail...by telling absolutely awful jokes.

I feel like everything involved in this was an awful fever dream.

The investigation of the Municipality of Felgolos was a bit of a strange experience. My companions today were Mimsy, who I'd worked with previously at the Gloomwood Cemetery, as well as Astraelis, a human, Salviron, a man I believe to be of elven descent and Tapioca, a Tabaxi. It seemed to be hosted entirely on a demiplane, which contained a court room as well as a very strange prison. The court room was quite fine and was presided over by a halfling judge, who was aided by a bailiff. We sat in on the sentencing of a halfling who had thrown a tomato at a bard before it was "legally" permissible to do so. The fine was a simple copper piece, which seemed to be a waste of everyone's time in all honesty.

The second trial was of a pair of friends who seemingly told bad jokes and were sentenced to be imprisoned in the highest tower. As they were escorted past us, they threw us a note in a balled up bit of paper. Mimsy read it out, which turned out to be a request for aid which we decided to oblige. We followed them out a different door, one that brought us to a stone hallway with glass constructs and bronze birds. With only one door at the other end of the hall, we headed over and tried to catch up to the pair and the bailiff but found ourselves inside a kitchen ran by two kobolds instead. It seemed like the punishment was that they would be forced to relive and repeat the joke that earned them their sentence, which seemed somewhat cruel. Thankfully, once someone told an appropriately bad, or perhaps a sufficiently good, joke it appeared to free us all from the cell. The Kobolds thanked us and promptly left the stone hallway through the exit behind us.

Another journey down the same hallway saw us in a garden this time, with a tiefling gardener forced to relive their joke as well. Once again, a joke was all that was required to free them, and this pattern continued with the trio of bards we encountered in a tavern cell as well. It was after this that we appeared in an empty cell, though we could hear the two prisoner's joke and complaints. One more joke brought us all back to the hallway once again, though the end of this one had us in another, cozier hallway. Upon knocking on the door to the judge's office, she seemed to take umbrage at the thought that we might have been attempting to make a knock-knock joke. She seemed to dislike the idea of us attempting to free her prisoners with unsanctioned jokes and so set upon us a trio of clockwork drakes, as well as a pair of porcelain dolls. After dispatching them swiftly enough, she activated some strange magical device that encased her in a protective bubble, though once again, a joke was sufficient to make her crack. It was then that we were graced by the presence of the dragon, Felgolos, who approved of our humour and rewarded us with some small treasures and trinkets before returning us back to the material plane. We agreed to simply return to Candlekeep to submit our findings and then we were promptly teleported back to the Syndicate.

All in all, a strange experience but a profitable one.