The Dungeon of Mortund

The Foul Beast

The Dunegon of Mortund is the seventeenth session of Campaign 1. In the session, Arine of Riveryew, Lord Darcy Hall, and Orion Brightward enter deal with Riffie and explore further into The Cave of Mortund.

The following contains spoilers for the Tale of Locksmith's Bane.

## Plot

Moon Day 23 Chauntoro 1021 TE

Smoke fills the air and sweat drips under the armour of Locksmith's Bane, as they stop before a frightful encounter. Riffie, in plumes of smoke, surrounded by the charred corpses of her business partners, stands, axes ready.

With quick initiative, Arine knocks an arrow to her bow, firing into Riffie's left shoulder. The business woman reacts to the injury with smiles. Orion rushes up to meet his foe, and with a powerful blow of his warhammer, the brute smashes into Riffie's arm. Cracks of metal, perhaps bone, are heard. Riffie is knocked by the blow, but remains surprisingly still. Darcy, movving around his muscular companion, fires an agonising blast into Riffie's side. She remains still. In her eyes, Darcy sees, for only a moment, a fear, something behind that does not mirror her still figure.

Erith peers through the fog, having seen something near them. The Hand's Captain, her blade stained with Peter's blood, quickly, and violently, slashes at Orion, landing three distinct blows, and deep cuts to the towering man. Orion fills the slices perfectly penetrating the holes in his armour. Riffie has come to fight.

Seeing her friend injured, Arine fires a bolt of flames to cloud Riffie's sight in smoke. The bolt lands on her once blue scarf, now turning black and singeing her face. For the first time she screams in pain, unable to extinguish the flames. Erith slices her side with their blade. From the smoke, Peter joins the fray, lunging towards his opponent, and with one mighty swing of a scimitar, he lands a slashing hit down her spin. Wounded, Riffie's body is bent over, her vision blinded by smoke and flaming cotton. She swings for Orion, missing two hits, and barely managing a third in his side.

Arine misses an arrow.

Orion, with a huge swing, slams his hammer down upon the woman's shoulder. For sure, this time, the sound of crack was bone. A pain fills her screams, but a smile remains on her face. Darcy blasts his blue energy through his blade, piercing into Riffie's neck. Blue gusts of air extrude throught he other side, and her tilts. Erith and Peter miss their blows merely scrapping the tip of her hat as moves. The lone fighter misses her attacks. Arine, with her trusty bolt of fire, lights up the warrior with a flaming crown, burning her pink hat. Orion's swing is barely dodged as Riffie rolls to her side. Attack from Darcy, Erith, and Peter land only minor wounds, but Arine lines up a shot. Like lightning through a cloud, her bolt stings through the thick black smoke, before its strikes Riffie in the side of her head. Her face crumples in the heat, scarred and charred. The once mighty foe collapses to the ground. Final breathes leave her near-corpse. She holds on for a second, her eyes glaring into space, yet into those of her killers: "Kill him!" she exhails.

Riffie lay dead on the ground. Her scarf and body aflame. Without pause. Wesley rushes the group, already alight, with his mace in hand. Yet, from the smoke, a screeching Bune launches herself past the group, holding two long swords, clutched from dead Hands. She skewers Wesley with each, dropping them, and him, into the burning tents to the side of the battleground. She speaks in goblin, cursing the Hand, as Peter offers his own upon her shoulder. He escorts her to the exit. On her way out, she looks to the group, "Get The Dark Stone and leave," she orders. Erith, with a far more polite call, asks the group to be careful. They will be waiting outside once more.

In the smoke, Locksmith's Bane quickly make the decision to head left, into Riffie's room. Her items are alight. They return down the corridor from whence they came. Darcy lights the many torches of the passageway with his magic, before they reach the room of the great mirror. Smoke gently whispers through the space, and the adevnturers find themselves before themselves, if only with a darker tint from the mirror's reflection. Darcy turns to his comabt-excited friend: "So what now big guy, you want to hit it?"

"Won't it bring seven years bad luck?"

"There's a war, we don't have any luck," Darcy reminds his companion. With a nod, Orion swings his mighty hammer, and smashing against its reflection. A huge crash of glass echoes through the chamber before them. The shards fall down. Arine illuminates the space: the walls absorb her light, but the ground shows a hundred-foot drop. Orion steps back from the edge. Beneath them, what appear to be bookcases, a trough of rotten flesh, and a puddle of water. Darcy has the idea to use his and Arine's fifty-foot ropes, as she takes out her imovable rod. They click the rod at the top of the drop, having tied the ropes together and to it. They drop their make-shift ladder down the plungeing space.

"Alright, who wants to go first?" asks Darcy, as he and Arine share glance at Orion. Orion moves back a step once more, in fear of the dramatic height. His friends explain that he can;t go last, if he falls, he will knock them both down, just like in the tunnels... With that persuasive pep talk, Orion checks the strength of the rope and rod. It doesn't appear to be going anywhere anytime soon. He slowly makes his way down, followed by Darcy and Arine.

Below, Orion scopes out the room, across there appear to be objects, but to identify, he would have to get closer. Arine and Darcy, meanwhile, take a gander at the shelves. To their right, the shelves are filled with books. Arine rushes over. To their left, the shelves are filled with gold, neatly stacked. Darcy rushes over. Although he is excited by the enchanting colour of coin, he is weary. It appears to organised for it, but the situation springs to mind the lair and horde and a dragon... He throws as much as he can fit into his bags and pockets.

Arine, across the room, discovers from the spines of the books that they are all famous tales of Paladins of old, fighting Basilisks, Hydras, and Dragons. The curious wizard and the money-hungry warlock trade places. Arine is curious of the gold and Darcy takes a peak from a book on a knight defeating a black dragon. Orion walks forward, discovering seven items on pedestals: "I found the Dark Stone" he proclaims in a mundane tone, "stop stealing stuff and come here." Darcy gently lowers the book into his bag, as coins spill out.

The trio walk towards the corner on the other side of the lair. Away from the stench of rotting flesh and fur. Before them are two rings, one gold, the other silver, a blue cloak, a wooden wand, a red bag, the Dark Stone, and, intruigingly, a teapot. Orion, eyes fixed on the object, rushes towards the sack, opens it, and stick his arm fully down the incomprehensible space of the item. Darcy and Arine watch and the delighted paladin cries out at the finding of a wonderful magical item of which he had once read: a bag of holding. Darcy, already searching the case of gold for jewelery, snatches up the two rings. The first, the silver one, wraps around the nobleman's empty finger. A voice is heard in his head "Oh no! I'm so sorry for what just happened, you almost died back there, you poor thing." A strange feeling overwhelms the lord... pity. He tries to take it off, but the item wont come free.

Intelligently, he puts on the gold ring. It seem removable at least, and fills the warlock with warmth the autumn days have been removing from him. Meanwhile, Arine, wishing to look the part of a proper wizard clutches the wand, which creates a wonderful symphony of music as she lifts it. She also collects the cloak, disappointed that its blue clashes with her green. However, when she puts on the item, an air exists between her and it. The cloak billows in dramatic effect. Orion, concerned it seems with the stone above the items, takes a hold of it to drop it in his newly-acquired, magical bag. As he touches the stone, he feels it's darkness. For less than a second, barely a moment, lifting the stone, the Paladin feels a dark energy creep into his soul.

He refrains from informing the group of this phenomenon, a goes to collect his second prize, the teapot. As he does so, from above the adventurer's heads, a laughter is heard. Mortund is there.

> "If you will, stop stealing my trinkets. You have found the dark stone, I see, well done."
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Gusts of air threaten the stability of the heroes, growing more and more intense. A red flash of colour sweeps over their heads. They turn, and before them, blocking their escape, is a red dragon. The dragon, however, is not particularly large. He is only the size of their mighty paladin, not a giant creature of which they had all read.

> "IN THE PIT OF DESPAIR," he screams, "MORTUND AT LAST SAW LIGHT, AND HIS EYES DID NOT DECEIVE. FOR BEFORE HIM STOOD TALL A FOUL BEAST! I AM MORTUND!"
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The foul beast crashes to the ground. The wizard fires and arrow. The dragon deflects it with his right wing. It doesn't even scratch his scales. The warlock fires an eldritch blast. It misses the moving creature. The paladin throws the bag to the wizard, containing the stone and precious teapot. He smashes his hammer down upon the left wing of the beast, which wails with little despair. "Give me back my stone!" he yells before widening his jaw, clasping it around the leg of the paladin, crunching and crushing his armour, piercing his thigh with dagger-like teeth.

Orion cries out in pain. Mortund turns his sights to Arine. She points her wand at the creature. With the movement an orchestral chorus brings a dramatic intensity to the battle. Feeling a wish to intimidate the beast, Arine's cloak billows. With her distraction, Darcy fires a spray of posion from his fingertips. Mortund inhales the green fumes. He exhales in firey fury. Orion, standing before an angry, red dragon, rushes past, limping and escaping its jaws. "Just fucking run!" He cries in fear.

As he disengages the creature and rushes past, the dragon aims his sights at the wizard. He flies in a gust of wind towards her, clutching her with his claws at her waist. She holds tight to her items, only able to cry for help, as her boys remaining on the ground. The creature brings his elf-snack up to a hidden perch, eighty feet in the air.

> "It seems the knights must perform the actions of old, to risk the heights and save their princess from the clutches of a dragon," Mortund declares.
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"That's sexist," states Orion. Below, the boys discuss what they could possibly do. Nothing it seems. Above, Arine faces the dragon. He releases her, and asks to have his items back. With a sad, violin melody, she hands out the conducting wand. Mortund laughes sulphur in her face, batting the wand out of her hand, and down to her friends below in a disappointing trumpet. He doesn't wish to play games, she is to return the stone to him. Arine takes out the bag. Mortund reaches for it, with a pleased growl. She chucks the bag over the cliff-edge with surpring precision. The beast turns to watch the sack fall out of his reach. "You fool, you will pay for that!" he orders, as he swoops down to collect his belongings.

Below, Orion rushes to catch the bag, barely making it. Opening his eyes, he finds the precious item in his palms, and a terrifying red dragon swooping down towards him. He unbags the teapot and fills it with water from his touch. The pot boils of its own accord. Unprovoked by a blast from the warlock, the dragon grapples the paladin in his clawed fingertips, and flies him back to the front of the lair. Orion tries to scold the dragon to no effect, before slamming into the cave wall, his armour dented once more. Arine calls out in fear, unable to think a spell to aid the fight, she casts a fog around the the beast, whose sweeping wings sweep it away with immediate effect. Darcy misses a blast.

Out of ideas, Orion smacks the dragon in the face with the teapot. Likely with the divine aid of his enduring diety, Orion manages to escape the clutches with the lucky pot-hit. He dashes past the gold shelves. Mortund remarks that they are all "pathetic", a word he had been repeating throughout the fight, he could have killed them all, had he wished! Darcy watches from afar. The beast's throat enlarges with smoke and firey light, glowing through his now-translucent neck. A cone of flames gushes out of his gullet melting the coins of his collection, and setting ablaze their housing shelves. The immense heat of the breath-attack is enough to melt metal, let alone a paladin, warlock and spell-lacking wizard.

Meanwhile, in her perch, Arine investigates the dark substance lining the walls of the cave. It doesn't appear to have the arcanic glow and aura of the dark stone itself, instead a light-absorbent paint, designed to hide entrances and perches and fit the aesthetics of the dark stone. In the flaming bank below, however, Orion runs through burning shelves, escaping the small dragon who follows him through. Coming around a bend, Orion and Darcy's eyes meet. The dragon rushes down the burning hallway to their side. With a nod, they both silent agree to push over the coin-shelf, traping the dragon, if only for a moment, under the weight of his profits.

Orion dashes down the corridor, passing Darcy, and dropping the bag of holding to the side. From above, Arine is witness to a lone Darcy, standing before a disgruntled crawling dragon. Mortund, slowly, creeps up to his foe. "You fools," he emphasises, "you think I couldn't just burn you all up with one attack? No, no, no. Where is the fun in that? First and foremost, I am a business man afterall. I'm sure we can come to some kind of deal." Darcy slowly backs up as the beast crawls to him. It's throat glows red once again. "You see, all of these trinkets, they were here with me when I hatched, little toys, but this stone, this was a gift from a business deal."

Darcy nods along to the creature's monologue. "It was a gift from a young Tasha Dennison, a teenager who found me here in this cave. My first friend. She told me that her father owned this special rock, that she had used to tame some stray cats and dogs. I set her to work, establishing my Flaming Hand and using the stone to tame creatures for deals with The Larsinian Empire. But Tasha grew more and more violent with the dark stone, I suppose her friend Riffie had as well. Such a shame. So you see, I have some sentimental attachment to this particulary stone. I would like it back.

Do you think it will help you? You are fools to think so? Where are the beasts that the dark stone has tamed over the years? Are they here? No. They are with the Larsinian Empire. They are ready for the attack. You have nothing!"

Darcy steps further and further back, nearly pinned to the wall by the dragon before him. Orion and Arine watch on from a distance, fearful of provoking the creature. "I have been in darkness my whole life," the beast continues, "now you three squeeze through these tunnels to find me here, only to face your own deaths, how pathetic... you all had the priviledge of the light," his anger builds, "I have my coin and my darkness. You shall never see the light of day again." Darcy looks at the creature's angered throat, and back to Orion. The door. They could show the dragon the way out of his lair. They could make a deal like he asked.

"There's a door!" A voice echoes from above the lair. Arine dangles her innocent feet off the edge of the eighty-foot drop. "There's a larger door out of the cave."

"What?" questions Mortund. Orion places his palm upon his face. Darcy rolls his eyes, "yes, yes, there's a door, the Hand used it to get inside."

"You mean the tight passageways... I can't fit through those, my wings..."

"No. A door. They built a way out."

Mortund stops, silent. His eyes dart to the broken mirror. Darcy's do the same. The beast's head turns. "Shoo, shoo" a terrified Darcy whispers at the dragon, encouraging the creature to fly away. With a gust of wind, and no words to speak of, the dragon flies out of its lair.

Locksmith's Bane, in this moment, seem to have successfully shooed away a red dragon. "A little help!" calls down the wizard, from her towering hideout. Exhausted, even before their battle with a dragon, Locksmith's Bane aid with their companion's descent. Darcy climbs up the rope, unclicking the immovable rod. He gives his piton to Orion, who hurls it, attached to the ropes, up to Arine, barely missing the elf. She hammers down the piton with all of her strength into the rock, and begins to absail down. Afraid to lose their piton and rope, Orion tugs on the rope, removing the piton, and frightening Arine who had relied on its strength for her life seconds prior. Darcy waits. After a couple of attempts, Orion manages to chuck the rope up to his friend, who attached the rod once more. Throwing more coins into the bag of holding, Orion joins Arine in making his way out of the lair. They ignore a passage at the bottom of the lair.

The regrouped Bane head back through the tunnels to Riffie room. The fire appears to have died down. In the Hand's camp, they find Mortund, rushing around, trying to find an exit "they lied", he repeats, "they all lied to me." He stands upon the charred corpse of his dead duty manager, before looking to the food storage, "air". He flies out.

With the smoke subsided, Locksmith's Bane hang around for a moment, fearing crossing paths with Mortund on his way out. After a minute or two, they follow his path, up and out of the cave. The hidden exit destroyed upon the floor. The sun in the center of the sky, Locksmith's Bane see a distance figure flying away. They find before them a vulture's corpse, and a separate pool of blood, with a dragging trail heading south. Their Reisuran friends are nowhere to be seen. Orion leads the group in a decision to go east, back to Pontoporea, to heal themselves up after the battle. It will take some time to head home, so they should take a long rest along the way.

The group walk a few miles to the east, following, but not on, the road down Tyr's Pass. They make camp, without fire, and take turns resting in the afternoon sun, deciding to walk back to Pontoporea in the shadow of night. They spend hours on the heathside. Before sleeping, Orion pops the kettle on and discusses the possibilty of using the dark stone to tame their dragon eggs. "Aww," Arine emotes. "Not awww!" cries a fearful Darcy, terrified that they had been in the posession of two of those things...

As Arine reads her small book of spells, Darcy and Orion sleep. In Darcy's dreams, he does not wish to see Lillith. It has all been too much. He sees fire and charred corpses. A ball of darkness in the center of his vision. He looks left. It's still there. Right. Still there. A light hovers towards Arine at great speed, across the heath. Darcy opens his eyes. The dark spot is replaced by an orb of light, with a distinctive voice, Nadia. "Darcy," she says, "what are you doing?"

"Nadia?" he calls out in response. Orion remains asleep.

"You almost died back there, Lillith is not happy about this, you are meant to go west, go west!" the light cries, before flying away abruptly. Darcy is confused. Arine is confused. She asks Darcy why he needs to go west. He needs to find answers there. It also seems that Lillith has bigger plans for him, and wants to use him. As Orion wakes up, oblivious as usual, the light of the day fades away. The darkness of dusk fills the wildlands. The group enter the night with the familiar laughs of the resident hyenas of the hills. They continue walking unspotted.

Sun Day 24 Chauntoro 1021 TE

After an entire night of walking, Locksmith's Bane find a familiar sight upon the horizon. Entering the ruins of Tyrton, dawn rises. Ten guards line the walls. The head guard, a gentleman with a fine mustache greets the adventurers with apprehension. How are they? Why are they travelling? Spies of the Empire? Darcy, in a painful motion, takes, from his sack, the letter of Mayor Humble. The guard appreciates and recognises the group, telling Orion well done on his performance in the first round of the tournament. After days of exploration, Locksmith's Bane finally return to Pontoporea, walking through the West Gate. Their carriage and guards are immediately visible, until they walk a little closer to Wolbeth Town Square. They find their carriage, horse-less and vandalised. 'Traitors' is written in red paint upon its side. Out of the carriage, Kristopher bursts from the door, ordering the Bane to come inside. Many poor members of Wolbeth watch the street.

The group head in, where Kristopher and Charlie explain that the horse have been stolen, and that they will have to wait until morning to head back to Brannagh. Arine reminds the guards that their carriage says 'traitors' and the tired group refuse to be paraded in it. They decide to walk. The guards escort them, leaving the carriage behind. Cloaked, resembling prisoners, Locksmith's Bane walk between their city guards, through the square, past Ferripont, across the long Bridge, through Brannagh's Town, towards The Castle's Keep. On the way, they see the shops begin to open. Everything is normal, yet eerily desolate. At the gates of the Castle's Keep, guards ask for papers as well, worried that the group might be a part of the previous mobs. Darcy shows them, and the guards let everyone through. Kristopher and Charlie then get Locksmith's Bane into teh adjacent Pontoporea City Hall, to see the Mayor.

They are led into a meeting room, where Mayor Humble arrives late, with a cup of Thornish breakfast tea and a robe, getting ready for the day. His office is miraculously clean: a grim reminder of state of Wolbeth, and the city's class divide. Humble greets the adventurers, and asks how their adventure went, eagerly taking out a map from a drawer, and wishing to speak with them about the coming war. They tell Humble that Mortund was a dragon, they had to fight him and the Flaming Hand, and, ultimately, they have the dark stone. Orion takes the stone out of the bag, wishing to end their description.

As he does so, its dark energy climbs up his arm once again. It washes over his sight. Darcy, Arine, and Humble appear far away, until they are impossible to view. Darkness fills his sight. The others watch as Orion stands perfectly still. "Is he dead?" asks Humble. The dark stone drops from Orion's hand, onto the table. Arine thinks the paladin is okay, perhaps just paralised? Darcy asks if he could slap him. Without an answer he takes it as a yes and slaps his friend in worry. Orion doesn't move. He should be fine. They should continue talking. Humble continues their meeting. He informs them of the status of the dragon eggs. They found them in their stables, questioned their travelling companions, and they have been kept with Archmage Grennis for safe-keeping. The group are weary, but happy to be rid of this pressure. Humble then loses interest in their adventure and places down his map. He tells them of the city's plans for the war. After begining to state the city's first line of defence, Orion gasps back to the material plane. "AHHHH! Don't touch the rock!"

"We got that," a sarcastic Darcy responds. Humble continues again. The first line of defence will be from the wizards of Riverstream College, led by Archmage Grennis. Arine has been asked especially to join the wizards. Above the tower of the Riverstream Library, and putting their energy into a crystal, the archmage will lead all of the wizards in the formation of a protective energy field to surround the city. With any luck, and the power of all of the city's magic-users, this barrier should not fall. However, the next barriers are at the West Gate, and a ship-barricade between the Stormport and Brannagh's Port, across the river Porea. The West Gate is lined with four wooden 'army barracks', ready to be burnt down, if the Larsinians get to them (alongwith the ruins of Tyrton), and the ship-barricade should protect the city from a likely water-based attack from Larsinia itself across The Stormy Sea.

The battle-worn group listen, barely, to the mayor's plans, somewhat agreeing that Arine will join the wizards, Orion the fishermen on the ship-barricade, and Darcy as part of the force staying in Wolbeth, led by Sir Cygnus, the Silver Knight. They also make sure that the Mayor will send the dark stone to Archmage Grennis, and ask if he could deliver some books of spells to Arine at once. 'Spells for Beginners' or things like that. They also wish to speak with the Archmage himself. Humble agrees and will be meeting with him anyway this day. Additionally, they tell the Mayor of Claire and the were-rats of Wolbeth. Humble agrees to send guards there and thanks Locksmith's Bane for their intel. Arine buts in. She thinks of Tzermir's Tome. It must have a connection to the dark stone. She takes out her precious book, and touches it to the stone. A spark of dark magic is conducted, making its way up her arm. She immediately brings the book back, returning it to her sack.

Humble thanks them for all of this, but returns to the war. He finishes his talk by discussing the Bridge of Pontoporea. Should Brannagh's Bridge fall, the city is lost. It is the forming of the bridge that created this city. It is therefore the priority of the barricades and defences to protect the bridge. Furthermore... the city can survive with one lung... should Wolbeth fall...

The group are furious, Darcy and Orion speak up, accusing the Mayor of sacrificing the poor to save the rich. Mayor Humble insists that these are not his decisions. The group state that they shouldn't have to fight in the war, they are hear now, they brought the dark stone, they fought a dragon. Humble apologises for all of these troubles. He never wished these terrible things upon any of them. He would like them all to, of course, have a discussion to see what they would like to do. But he's afraid that they cannot leave the city. If they hadn't returned, Lord Rosen would have had his head. There are strict rules, no person may leave the city. Everyone is here to fight.

He asks Darcy to have a word with him in private. Arine and Orion step outside for a moment. As Darcy speaks with the Mayor, Arine and Orion discuss their plans. They wish to leave the war, not to return. They have been forced into this fight where they will die. Orion convinces Arine that they can't possibly fight in this battle. Darcy eventually storms out of the room. He is furious. Mayor Humble had asked him if he wished to stay behind in Silverhall with the children and other nobles. He refused. He talks to the others that he is infuriated by the disparities between the rich and poor in this city. He is aware of his hypocrisy. He also tells that Helena had decided to fight in the war, and that only Sandra, her grandmother, and Harry could be spared from fighting.

Mayor Humble opens the doorway, apologising profusely for everything he has asked of Locksmith's Bane, thanking them again for their help thus far and in the battle to come. With that, he closes his doors. Frustrated with their morning, wishing for some rest, the adventurers are escorted by carriage back to The Mansion of the Silver Knight in Silverhall. Inside they are greeted by Yremi, who immediately other them tea, whiskey, and, on the request of Orion, meat sandwiches. Gifting the group a little bell, he asks that they just ring should they need him again. As soon as the butler leaves, Orion takes the bell and throws it out the window. "My bell!" cries the little lord. It makes a noise, but Orion tells Yremi it was nothing. Darcy does a minor illusion of the bell for Yremi to return and bring more.

Once away for good, the trio return to their retreat. Yet again, they are speaking of leaving the city, never to return, not to aid in the battle. They have been forced into this war, one that two of them have no stakes in. Even Darcy, whose brother might suffer, has been asked by Lillith to flee. Everything points to them leaving. Arine returns to the book and the stone. They must speak with Grennis about this tomorrow before they leave. Orion tops up everyone's tea. They have a lot to do before they leave: they must speak with Grennis, fix Orion's armour, pick up rations, drink! Darcy wants to speak with friends. Orion argues whether they should just flee without saying goodbye to the likes of Miriam and Stefan in case they talk.

They eventually settle on a plan. They will pretend to stay for the war. They will carry out their wishes for the next few days, and head back. They will use the undated scroll on the East Gate guards, go around the city, and over the mile-wide river Porea into Tyrnia and continue their quest. Orion concludes the agreement, "As the armies invade, we leave."

With their escape planned, Locksmith's Bane head to the bathing room, to have long, resting sessions in each of the three baths. Arine creates a foggy mist to shield herself from the boys, as Orion relays his incredible story of hitting a dragon with a teapot. His friends don't share his joy, and for that, and everything else, he uses his water-powers to slowly empty Darcy's bath, ten gallons at a time. Darcy throws a bar of soup at the paladin. Fog fills the bathroom, sweat drips down the bodies of Locksmith’s Bane as they stop after a frightful encounter.

Outside, a fearful city prepares for war. The session ends there.