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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
  • 80gp per person
• 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

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The Blue Alley

25-26 Tarsakh, 1502 DR

Jaeherys, Roteye, Sylk (myself), Theodore, and Vernal traveled to the Yawning Portal of Waterdeep and spoke with the Masked Lord, Mert. The task was to retrieve a unicorn statuette made of celestite, in return for two hundred and fifty gold pieces (fifty each, split five ways). We agreed and asked around the tavern for information on the Sea Ward's Blue Alley, finding little but speculation and hearsay as to the wizard's dungeon. Following the Waterdhavian Theodore's lead, we proceeded.

The entrance hallway included a ledger in which attempting adventurers would sign their names for entry. We discovered a mural, containing our visages suffering fates at the behest of traps, a note regarding a secret door fifty feet south of a barred window (undiscovered), as well as options- gold to the west, and silver to the east. Choosing east, we found two doors (later explored) and a relief of a skeleton. A button was pressed in its maw, and a third door opened. We arrived to a rather clean room, and a door beyond housing a voice requesting entertainment. As we perused ideas and played our various instruments, several Boggles accosted us. One swiped Vernal's blade and tossed it into a fiery pit. Another attempted to take Theodore's backpack and my own boots. Though the Boggles weren't necessarily hostile, all but one fell to our attacks, as we could not successfully avoid them. Later, we'd find the strange voice from a bronze statue named Keilier, demanding a specific riddle to be told (undiscovered). Scrawled along the walls was the phrase, "Utter madness. PURE RUBBISH" (undiscovered). We left Keilier to his own devices.

As the fray continued, another room held an illusion of Mystra's clerics, fading into that of Kelemvorites destroyed by undead. A phrase, and part of Keilier's riddle, was along the walls- "GET THROUGH." A tense altercation against two specters occurred. Beyond the illusory room was one with walls of mirrors, containing the celestite unicorn statuette we needed. A brief riddle involving closing one's eyes so their material possessions wouldn't teleport away entertained us. Regardless, we retrieved the statuette. Though our hubris got the better of us, and we desired to investigate the dungeon further after a short rest.

The room before the specter one contained copious piles of coin and a phrase saying "Take only what you can truly afford." We decided to take none of it, especially as the coins seemingly spelled "ALL FAKE" along the ground. The next room beyond contained bars along the edges and the voice of a magic mouth. "Beyond these gates lies paradise. Enter them as you entered life, and you may yet find it; grasp the jewel and grasp the iron, then be whisked away to the truest of rewards." We never discovered the meaning of the jewel or the iron, and decided to come back if we discovered answers. We never did.

A room on the left contained a highly volatile workshop. Theodore retrieved healing potions but warned us not to use fire...

The room at the end of this hallway, as well as the furthest point north we explored, contained a seemingly bottomless pit, and platforms hanging above it by chains in the ceiling. As Jaeherys proceeded ahead of us to retrieve a hanging glowing sword, ash mephits attacked. Our monk friend returned to us as we picked off the flying nuisances, and we shut the doors against other mephits to not need to worry about them. Vernal detonated the workshop when the rest of us had moved on. Fortunately, only an ash mephit was caught in the blaze.

We returned towards the entrance, to the two undiscovered rooms from before. We learned these rooms connected in a horseshoe-like shape though were filled with unfortunate traps. One side placed me in a floating state, nearly electrocuting myself. Using the flight, I attempted to traverse the other hall's spike pit, though the flight wore off before I could reach safety. We navigated everyone through the lightning room and to a silver door, which Roteye and Theodore made short work of. A junk pile appeared before us, though I would be remiss to not call it the Hidden Bear Trap Room. Vernal was caught and skeletons flooded the area. Though Jaeherys and myself nearly met our fates, the tactics of the other three kept us tethered to the Material Plane. Vernal and Roteye poked a discovered altar that contained gemstones. A shadow appeared, felled fast by our skills, but enough was enough. We all left, though fortunately, a bit more wealthy than when we had entered.

Masked Lord Mert was thrilled, paid us for our time, and we began the long walk back to the Glassfang Syndicate.

Loot

• 378gp (250gp from Mert, 128gp from gemstones)
  • 75.6gp to each party member
• 1 Potion of Healing
• 1 Moon-Touched Sword

All notes are listed with accuracy to the best of my memory. -Sylkran "Sylk" Teke'zynge, 26 Tarsakh, 1502 DR