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<blockquote data-quote="Richards" data-source="post: 6303373" data-attributes="member: 508"><p><strong>ADVENTURE 81: THE YELLOW GREEN BLUES</strong></p><p></p><p>PC Roster: <p style="margin-left: 20px">Feron Dru, half-elf druid</p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"> Galrich Slayer, half-orc barbarian</p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"> Rale Bodkin, human rogue</p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"> Telgrane, half-fire elemental human conjurer/archmage</p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"> Thunderwolf, human fighter</p><p></p><p>NPC Roster: <p style="margin-left: 20px">Aerik Battershield, dwarven fighter/dwarven defender</p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"> Desdemona Honeytongue, human wizard</p><p></p><p>Farthingale wore a concerned expression on his face as he bid the group of Wing Three adventurers to sit down around their own kitchen table. "We have a problem," he began. "Four members of Wing Seven are out in the field, and they recently sent word they had unearthed a cache of evil weapons they were bringing in to be destroyed. However, they are overdue by several days. All attempts to scry upon them have failed. I want to send you in to find them, find the evil weapons they discovered, and bring them all back here safely."</p><p></p><p>"What more can you tell us?" asked Thunderwolf, eager as always for adventure but wise enough to have learned that the well-prepared hero was the one most likely to return home intact.</p><p></p><p>"We know the following," responded the Guildmaster to his nephew. "They were traveling through the Suss Forest by wagon when they sent word - via a <em>sending</em> spell - that they had unearthed at least a dozen weapons, most of which radiated strong auras of evil. That was the last we heard from them. I've had some of our Guild spellcasters trying to scry upon each of the four missing adventurers, their horse, and even the wagon, all without success.</p><p></p><p>"One of our more powerful Guild wizards cast a <em>contact other plane</em> spell, which revealed the following." Farthingale passed over a piece of parchment, upon which a series of questions and answers had been hastily scrawled. Feron took the proffered sheet and read it aloud to the others. It read:"Which members are missing?" asked Feron, putting the parchment back down on the table, where it was quickly snatched up by Galrich, eager to practice the new "reading" skill he had picked up, over many painful months of study, from his dwarven bodyguard, Aerik.</p><p></p><p>"<strong>Morgana</strong>, <strong>Ivan</strong>, <strong>Caspian</strong>, and <strong>Bellachunk</strong>," replied Farthingale, rising up from his chair. "I'll leave you now to your planning. I have full confidence in your abilities. Report back to me upon your return." And with a broad smile to his favorite nephew, the rotund Guildmaster nodded his farewell and returned to his office.</p><p></p><p>"So, a rescue mission," remarked Telgrane. "I'm in." Of course, this was pretty much a given, as Telgrane's "bink-partner," the paladin Akari, had recently been permanently slain on the Outer Planes and no replacement had yet been assigned to fill the gap - no doubt due to the scarcity of adventurers of a similar power level as the current Wing Three lineup, who together represented some of the most powerful heroes in all of Greyhawk City. As such, Telgrane had pretty much resigned himself to going on all assigned adventures, without backup, for the indeterminate future.</p><p></p><p>"What's the plan?" asked Thunderwolf.</p><p></p><p>"First off, we need more data," replied Cal, the group's unofficial leader. "I'll cast a <em>discern location</em> spell, and we'll hopefully find out the exact location of the Wing Seven group. Hopefully, they're all still together in one place." He held his holy symbol of Kord in his hands, closed his eyes, and started chanting softly to himself.</p><p></p><p>"This'll take awhile," remarked Rale, getting up from the table and motioning for the others to follow him out of the kitchen so as not to disturb Cal's lengthy spellcasting. "Well, I'm up for some dashing heroics. Who else wants to go?"</p><p></p><p>"I'll--" began Chalkan, only to be cut off by Galrich's emphatic "Dibs!" The archer scowled over at the burly half-orc, but Galrich was in no mood for negotiations. "A bunch of weapons," he said in way of explanation, which in reality was all the explanation needed - the half-orc barbarian was well known as a walking arsenal, and he wasn't about to pass up an opportunity to add to his collection, evil or not. Aerik, standing at his side, said nothing but stared down the half-elf, daring him to argue.</p><p></p><p>"Fine," sighed Chalkan, unwilling to pursue it any further.</p><p></p><p>Delphyne and Feron talked it out civilly amongst themselves, and jointly decided that the druid's healing magic would likely come in handy, especially if Rale would be going - which meant Cal, their most powerful healer, would not. And Thunderwolf, grafted into Wing Three as a favor to his uncle, would naturally be accompanying the group. They all talked quietly until Cal abruptly stopped his chanting and called out in a strong voice, "Messengers of Kord, Lord of Strength! I seek to learn the current whereabouts of Morgana Shadowbrook, elven mage, member of Wing Seven of the Greyhawk City Adventurers Guild. Guide your servant to her side!" Feron hid a smile at the realization that of the four missing adventurers on which to focus, Cal had consciously chosen the hot-looking elven maiden over the other three.</p><p></p><p>Cal responded to his own question with a voice not his own; his lips mouthed the words, but the voice was much deeper, and otherwordly. "Morgana Shadowbrook, and her three companions, are in the refuse pit of the lair of <strong>Antharvalos</strong>, behind the Jewel River Waterfall, in the Suss Forest." Cal, in his normal voice once again, thanked the messenger of Kord for his assistance, then turned to the others. "Anybody ever hear of this 'Antharvalos' guy?" he asked.</p><p></p><p>Nobody had. But that was no matter, for they had a friend in the Church of Boccob who loved looking up things like that in his expansive Temple Library. In less than a half hour's time, Brother Altamaic had an answer for them. "Antharvalos," he said, reading from a dusty tome, "is the name of an old green dragon rumored to lair somewhere in the Suss Forest, to the southwest of Greyhawk City."</p><p></p><p>"A dragon!" exclaimed Thunderwolf, visibly excited at the prospect of fighting such a fearsome beast.</p><p></p><p>The group thanked Altamaic and returned to their headquarters, where they began making their preparations. "Green dragons breathe out a caustic gas," warned Telgrane. "I would suggest we prepare spells that protect us against the effects of acid." The spellcasters prepared their spells while the others gathered up their gear, and Galrich went racing down to the Guild stables to fetch Fang, having decided the dire wolf needed a forest outing. Telgrane cast a <em>Rary's telepathic bond</em> on most of the group; he was not yet powerful enough to link together more than six individuals, so Dez and the animals (Fang; Feron's eagle companion, Felix; and Dez's mouse familiar, <strong>Mr. Whiskers</strong>) were left out - as was his own familiar Infernia, but he had his own empathic link with her. The archmage then followed with a <em>greater teleport</em> spell. Lacking a way to successfully scry upon the dragon's lair, Telgrane instead chose to send the group to the Jewel River Waterfall, which at least was a known location, as there was only one waterfall of any decent size along the part of the Jewel River within the Suss Forest. The group winked out of existence...</p><p></p><p>...and immediately found themselves standing at the bank of a river. High above them, a massive cascade of water leapt down from the top of a rocky cliff, the roar making it difficult to hear anything else.</p><p></p><p>"Good thing we've got our telepathic bond going," thought Feron to the others, with a smile at Dez, who was out of the link.</p><p></p><p>"So where's this dragon's lair?" asked Thunderwolf, also over the link. "I know it's behind the waterfall, but it could be anywhere behind there." He indicated the vast area covered by the cascading water, which fell a good 120 feet from the cliff and created large clouds of mist and spray along its bottom, which formed a large pool and then meandered its way through the Suss Forest behind them.</p><p></p><p>"What are you saying?" yelled Dez, oblivious to the group's mental discussion. Rale just gave her a "shooshing" gesture with a finger to his lips, then asked the group, "Anyone want to try flying around through the waterfall?" He indicated his drow floatdisk shield, and those carried by the majority of the others.</p><p></p><p>"I have a better idea," replied Feron, wildshaping into an earth elemental. Felix flew off her shoulder as she did so and alit on a tree branch. "I'll be right back," Feron said, walking into the side of the cliff face.</p><p></p><p>"Keep us up a running monologue!" advised Rale over the link. "Let us know what you see!"</p><p></p><p>"Nothing so far," advised Feron, using the inherent earth glide ability of her newly chosen form. The solid stone of the cliff-side parted away before her body, then closed back up behind her as she walked through the solid rock. She popped her head back out of the rock from the far side of the waterfall. "The cave opening must be higher up!" she reported as she stepped up to a higher level and then reversed course, traveling back the way she came but some 10 feet higher than her first pass.</p><p></p><p>After several such passes, Feron found her head popping up out of the floor of a large, open cave. The cave was unlit but for the sunlight streaming in through the roaring waterfall, which served as an aquatic wall sealing off the cave from sight. Feron guessed at the dimensions, but realized it was definitely large enough for a dragon to fly through it, if he knew its exact location.</p><p></p><p>That wasn't Feron's only realization. Standing in the middle of solid rock with only the top half of her head poking up from the stone cavern floor, she also suddenly realized she wasn't alone - for on either side of her half-exposed head were massive, green feet.</p><p></p><p>Feron's heart jumped in her chest as she initially thought she might have the green dragon itself standing over her, but she calmed once she saw that the feet were composed of vegetable matter - twigs, leaves, and matted grasses. Looking up at the twin beasts flanking her, she saw what could only be a pair of shambling mounds, although these weren't shambling at all; rather, they stood in almost blissful contention, silently soaking up the mist from the raging waterfall just beyond the cave's ledge.</p><p></p><p>Feron ducked her head back down before she was spotted by the sentient plants, scooted back to where she thought the side of the cavern should be, elevated herself up, and popped her head out one of the cavern's side walls. She verified there were half a dozen of the shambling mounds, all facing the water, spread out in a line blocking the cavern entrance, six immobile sentries making the best of their guard duty.</p><p></p><p>Feron silently reported back to the others that she had found the entrance, and gave a rough description of how high up she was, if they wanted to try flying through the waterfall on their drow floatdisks.</p><p></p><p>"I think I'd rather just <em>dimension door</em> everyone up there," replied Telgrane over the link. "But why don't you try to scout the place out a bit more? Maybe we can figure out where the Wing Seven guys are. Is there a refuse pit around there?"</p><p></p><p>"I'll check," replied Feron, ducking back into the wall and moving further back down the cavern, before popping back into the open space. She didn't notice it, but in stepping into the back half of the cavern, she activated a silent <em>alarm</em> spell. In a room hundreds of feet deeper into the cavern network, a reptilian head raised up in surprise, its eyes narrowing at the thought that someone would dare to invade his lair.</p><p></p><p>"Sure enough, there's a refuse pit," Feron reported over the link. She was emerging her upper torso through the side of the cavern wall, looking down at a lower section of the cave network below her. The entry cave, in which the shambling mounds were basking in the spray from the waterfall, had a similarly sized cavern directly across from it, but between the two ledges was a 40-foot section that sank down a good 30 feet below the level of the higher ledges. This lower level was strewn with rocks of various sizes, from scattered pebbles to small boulders. Intermixed with the rocks were bones from a great many different creatures, ranging from human-sized to deer and a few horses. Oddly, a small mound of dirt rose up in the middle of the lower chamber, upon which was perched a scraggly-looking plant with yellow, orchidlike flowers and a halo of vines reaching out in all directions. Shambling around in the back of the room were four humanoid figures. Feron's eyes adjusted to the gloom of the cavern, and she could verify that these four were roughly the same size and build as the four missing adventurers. Oddly, Morgana seemed to be wearing one of the flowers in her hair; upon closer inspection, the flower seemed to be growing out the side of her head. Feron shuddered and passed on what she had seen to the rest of the group, who advised her to check out the back platform.</p><p></p><p>Feron did so, using the powers of her earth elemental form to glide through the solid stone of the cavern walls until she had reached the back cavern. She spotted some bloodstains on the floor, some recent, some obviously from a long time ago. And then a bolt of lightning came streaking out from the shadows of the passageway in the back of the cavern. Feron was far to the side of the passageway, so the blast of energy went nowhere near her, but it crossed the top of the refuse pit, striking a pair of the shambling mounds who guarded the cave's entrance. Oddly, they did not seem at all discomfited by this attack; they merely turned to face the back of the cavern and started meandering that way. Another blast hit a different pair, and they too seemed energized by the electrical power.</p><p></p><p>Feron dropped through the cavern floor and popped out at the bottom of the refuse pit, along the northern wall where she had seen a trio of small tunnels at ground level. Choosing the middle one at random, she ducked down and explored its contents. It wound around like a drunken worm's trail, but towards the back she found a grotesque-looking mushroom of some type, easily seven feet tall and glistening in a slimy mucus. As Feron started backing away from the foul-looking thing, its cap exploded in a wet shower of slimy spores, and a terrible odor assailed Feron's senses. She felt her gorge rising, and stumbled back down the twisting passageways, unable to do anything but try to flee from the nausea-inducing stench of the foul fungus.</p><p></p><p>Telgrane had heard enough. "Refuse pit, or one of the ledges?" he asked the others over the link.</p><p></p><p>"Well, we know what happened to the Wing Seven guys," remarked Rale. "Let's deal with them last - it doesn't look like they're going anywhere. We've got powered-up shambling mounds in the front, and a spellcasting dragon somewhere in the back. I say we deal with the dragon while we're all at full strength. Agreed?"</p><p></p><p>"Sounds like a plan," said Thunderwolf, readying his bow. Galrich and Aerik gripped their weapons and gave terse nods to the archmage, the half-orc telling his dire wolf to hang back out here by the waterfall for their return. "Feron, how far back is the back ledge from the entry cavern?" Telgrane asked over the mental link. Feron, despite trying to keep her breakfast from coming back up, was able to respond with a brief mental description of the size, shape, and orientation of the back cavern. "Here we go, then!" called Telgrane, casting a <em>dimension door</em> spell on the collected heroes.</p><p></p><p>They popped into existence in the northern section of the back cavern, where it jutted out away from the tunnel in the back that led to darkness. Almost simultaneously, the green dragon Antharvalos stepped into view from the back tunnel, eyes blazing in anger that his sleep had been interrupted by intruders. He snaked his head to the right, catching the entire group in a caustic exhalation of his breath weapon.</p><p></p><p>Fortunately, before they had even teleported to the bank of the Jewel River, the spellcasters among the group had protected their numbers with a handful of <em>resist acid</em> spells, to go along with the <em>stoneskins</em> that Feron and Telgrane habitually cast upon themselves when battle seemed imminent. The green dragon's cloud of caustic vapors rolled over the heroes' forms, doing a minimal amount of damage.</p><p></p><p>The heroes wasted no time in their counterattacks. Thunderwolf shot arrows at the green dragon, covering Rale as he leapt away from the others, trying to keep them from being bunched up. Telgrane followed suit, stepping away from the others and releasing an <em>incendiary cloud</em> spell centered on the green dragon. He then popped open the top of his tinderbox, the better to allow his fire elemental familiar to exit. A line of cinders arced out from the tinderbox and onto the stone floor, bursting into full flame as they did so to reveal Infernia's horned form, standing nine feet tall and poised to protect her master.</p><p></p><p>Antharvalos saw that there was still enough of the group gathered together to make a <em>lightning bolt</em> strike his best bet, and caught Thunderwolf, Dez, Aerik, and Galrich in the spell's area of effect. Dez immediately dropped to the floor, unnoticed by any of the others but Thunderwolf, who had been just behind her. The young fighter bent down to feel her neck for a pulse, and found none. Snarling in vengeance, he reached for another arrow and notched his bow, eager to attack Dez's killer. However, Antharvalos stepped back into the protective confines of the back tunnel, away from the <em>incendiary cloud</em>, his massive form and thrashing wings preventing any of the heroes from getting past him, even if they dared enter the burning vapors of Telgrane's spell. But Telgrane didn't need to get past the dragon to attack him from that quarter; casting one of his many <em>summon monster</em> spells, he saw the green dragon suddenly back-lit from the flames of a greater fire elemental taking form in the cavern behind Antharvalos. It called a greeting to the human spellcaster in Ignan before battering the dragon with a pair of flaming fists.</p><p></p><p>"I'm going to cast a <em>cloudkill</em> at it next!" yelled Telgrane, speaking aloud for Dez's benefit, in case she had been thinking of moving forward towards the dragon. (From his vantage point he was unable to see that Dez had already fallen in battle, and since she had never been in the <em>telepathic bond</em> he didn't notice her absence there, either.) But the elder fire elemental called back to Telgrane, "Do not, young wizard! There is an elf back here, swollen with child! She will be caught in your spell!" Telgrane immediately translated the fire elemental's warning to the others over the telepathic link.</p><p></p><p>"Feron!" he called. "We need you!"</p><p></p><p>"Coming!" replied the druid, climbing her way up through the solid rock in her earth elemental form, still fighting off the effects of the nausea-inducing spores.</p><p></p><p>Antharvalos soon found himself sorely wounded by the combined attacks of seven separate opponents and altered his strategy. Casting a <em>dimension door</em> spell, he vanished from the back cavern and remanifested in the front cavern among his shambling mound guardians. He snarled a command at them to climb onto his back and tail, intending to fly back to the cavern he had just left, to confront the heroes anew, but this time with half a dozen individual bits of disposable cannon fodder. The plant creatures scrambled to obey.</p><p></p><p>But now Antharvalos stood in bold silhouette against the sunlight streaming in through the waterfall covering the entrance to the dragon's lair - a rather remarkable target for Telgrane, who likewise adjusted his tactics to counter the dragon's last stratagem. For the first time in his adventuring career, the young archmage cast a <em>meteor swarm</em> spell, sending four burning spheres hurtling across the chasm to strike the proud dragon before he could return to combat in the midst of the heroes. The dragon roared in pain as the spell got past his innate spell resistance and made him the center of an explosion of fire. Two of the nearby shambling mounds were instantly incinerated in the blast; the other four were hurtled away from the dragon and staggered away, stunned.</p><p></p><p>Antharvalos had not survived for as long as he had by fighting needless battles to the death. Although it galled him to abandon his lair to a group of mere adventurers, it certainly beat being slain by them, and the wise old dragon assessed that to be the likely result of extended combat with this particular group. Hissing in exasperation (and not a little pain from his burns), he spun about and leapt through the sheet of cascading water, taking wing upon exiting the waterfall - but not without taking several more arrows to his flanks as Galrich and Thunderwolf let loose their final barrages.</p><p></p><p>"We can't let him get away!" called Thunderwolf, as Feron rose up from the stone of the back cavern and resumed her half-elven form, the nausea from the stinkgnarl fungus having finally worked its way through her system. As the fighter fumbled in his backpack for his <em>ebony fly</em> figurine, hoping to follow Antharvalos before he got away for good, Feron focused her ears on the sounds of pain coming from the back recesses of the cavern from which the green dragon had originally emerged. Telgrane pulled out his drow floatdisk, leapt aboard, and set it on a crash course through the waterfall, flying high enough that he avoided the remaining shambling mounds. He called back to his summoned elder fire elemental to take care of the remaining shamblers, wanting to keep her useful in the time remaining here on the material plane. She easily leapt the chasm and started to work on the plant-beasts, who truth to tell were on their last legs in any case, the <em>meteor swarm</em> spell having weakened them to near uselessness.</p><p></p><p>Rale and most of the others, realizing that Telgrane was pretty much their only hope of killing the dragon at such an extended range, turned their attention to the back cavern, where Feron had discovered a 20-foot sheer cliff leading down into a cramped, semicircular pit. There, lying on her back in a crude bed made of filthy straw stuffed into the bottom half of a dragon's egg, was a disheveled elven woman, her face contorted in the pain of her latest contractions as she readied herself to give birth. Feron was by her side in a moment (having unstrapped her own floatdisk and put it to good use), and did what she could to ease the woman's ordeal. In the meantime, Thunderwolf took a moment to cover Desdemona's body with her own cloak, while Rale led the rest of the group to the back cavern in search of the dragon's treasure hoard, for he knew there had to be one back here somewhere - who ever heard of a dragon's lair that wasn't filled with riches?</p><p></p><p>Aerik immediately sensed that something was wrong with the back cavern upon entering it; it seemed too small by half for the echoes of their clomping footsteps rebounding off the stone walls. A quick perusal of the back wall revealed that it was an <em>illusory wall</em> spell, covering the farthest half of the back cavern, upon which there was a higher ledge some 50 feet up. Drow floatdisks were once again deployed, bringing the heroes to the dragon's hoard they sought: a mound of loose coins and gems, upon which sat a wooden wagon with draconic claw marks upon its edges, now nothing more than a trophy of Antharvalos's most recent plunder. The weapons unearthed by the Wing Seven adventurers, which they had been bringing back to the Guild for destruction, were propped lovingly on small ledges jutting from the walls. (And the eventual inventory of the loot would unearth four Guild rings, each carved with the names of one of the missing Wing Seven adventurers.)</p><p></p><p>By the time Telgrane made it back to the others - he had made it outside in time to spot the fleeing dragon and take him down with a <em>delayed blast fireball</em> without the delay - landing his floatdisk next to Feron in the pregnant elf's prison-pit, the druid had helped to bring a new life into the world. It was a girl, whose delicately-pointed ears told of her elven heritage. However, her green-tinged scales, tail, and the horn-buds on her forehead told of a draconic heritage as well.</p><p></p><p>"I name her...<strong>Kaelanna</strong>," whispered the exhausted mother; Feron silently noted the name was Elven for "green dragon child." "Now I must ask of you one more favor," the elf said, looking up at her daughter, cleaned up and wrapped in a blanket from Feron's haversack. She pointed at the baby, quietly sleeping in Feron's arms. "...Kill it," she commanded.</p><p></p><p>Feron took a step backwards, as if to protect the baby from an attack by her mother, but the elf was too exhausted to even rise from her makeshift bed. Galrich took a step forward and took the baby from Feron; he had come to borrow her extradimensional haversack to load up all of the dragon's treasure hoard, but had stuck around and cooed at the newborn, intrigued by its beastly appearance. "Nobody's hurting the baby," he announced, and his tone made it perfectly clear that anyone even thinking of such a thing would have to get by him first.</p><p></p><p>The elf, it turned out, was named <strong>Nimashkihel</strong> and hailed from an elven village in the Suss Forest, having been grabbed up by the dragon almost a year and a half ago, shortly after her pregnancy began; she was sure her husband and the other villagers had given up all hope for her by now. But for reasons known only to Antharvalos, the dragon had taken steps to imprint her unborn daughter with his own draconic heritage, not only by having her sleep in the egg of one of his own dragon offspring, but also by grinding up his own scales and adding them to the ground meal from which she was allowed to make her daily gruel. She was grateful for the heroes' assistance and asked to be taken back to her village, but under no condition did she want anything to do with the "abomination" she had birthed.</p><p></p><p>Cleaning up the loose ends of this adventure took some time. Rale binked back to Guild Headquarters so Cal could take his place, and the cleric of Kord not only confirmed which of the weapons from the dragon's treasure were the evil ones from Wing Seven's wagon but also that Kaelanna was not herself inherently of an evil nature. Antharvalos's hoard was packed away into Feron's extradimensional haversack, the yellow musk creeper was burned to a crisp by Infernia, and then Cal cast <em>heal</em> spells upon the yellow musk zombies, transforming them from plants back into their normal humanoid forms. Nimashkihel was returned to her village, where she was enthusiastically hailed by her people. (However, they too wanted nothing to do with a half-dragon baby, and tended to look upon Feron with some mistrust and no small portion of disdain, as the druid was not a pure-blooded elf but had been "tainted" by the blood of her human father.) Rale financed the cost of a <em>true resurrection</em> of Desdemona from his share of the dragon's hoard, grumbling at the cost but realizing he'd never hear the end of it if he scrimped on the very best means of restoring his cohort to life. Finally, Galrich insisted upon taking Kaelanna to the Kingdom of Kordovia, where he entrusted her to the care of his regent, Lord Hammershard, who was visibly looking much more tired than when the heroes had last seen him. Apparently the weight of rulership was taking its toll on the elderly man, but he smiled at his liege and promised that Kaelanna would be provided a good life in the castle.</p><p></p><p>"Are you sure you want to raise her to adulthood?" asked Feron. "She is, after all, part green dragon - there's no telling whether her intrinsic evil tendencies might someday come to the forefront."</p><p></p><p>"Yeah, well I'm part orc," responded Galrich, daring the druid to continue on with that line of thinking.</p><p></p><p>"Besides," he reasoned, "it's like raising a pit bull - they're not all killers. It's all in how you raise them."</p><p></p><p>Feron frowned in concern, but pressed the issue no further. Only time would tell if her fears were well-founded or not.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Richards, post: 6303373, member: 508"] [b]ADVENTURE 81: THE YELLOW GREEN BLUES[/b] PC Roster: [INDENT]Feron Dru, half-elf druid Galrich Slayer, half-orc barbarian Rale Bodkin, human rogue Telgrane, half-fire elemental human conjurer/archmage Thunderwolf, human fighter[/INDENT] NPC Roster: [INDENT]Aerik Battershield, dwarven fighter/dwarven defender Desdemona Honeytongue, human wizard[/INDENT] Farthingale wore a concerned expression on his face as he bid the group of Wing Three adventurers to sit down around their own kitchen table. "We have a problem," he began. "Four members of Wing Seven are out in the field, and they recently sent word they had unearthed a cache of evil weapons they were bringing in to be destroyed. However, they are overdue by several days. All attempts to scry upon them have failed. I want to send you in to find them, find the evil weapons they discovered, and bring them all back here safely." "What more can you tell us?" asked Thunderwolf, eager as always for adventure but wise enough to have learned that the well-prepared hero was the one most likely to return home intact. "We know the following," responded the Guildmaster to his nephew. "They were traveling through the Suss Forest by wagon when they sent word - via a [i]sending[/i] spell - that they had unearthed at least a dozen weapons, most of which radiated strong auras of evil. That was the last we heard from them. I've had some of our Guild spellcasters trying to scry upon each of the four missing adventurers, their horse, and even the wagon, all without success. "One of our more powerful Guild wizards cast a [i]contact other plane[/i] spell, which revealed the following." Farthingale passed over a piece of parchment, upon which a series of questions and answers had been hastily scrawled. Feron took the proffered sheet and read it aloud to the others. It read:"Which members are missing?" asked Feron, putting the parchment back down on the table, where it was quickly snatched up by Galrich, eager to practice the new "reading" skill he had picked up, over many painful months of study, from his dwarven bodyguard, Aerik. "[b]Morgana[/b], [b]Ivan[/b], [b]Caspian[/b], and [b]Bellachunk[/b]," replied Farthingale, rising up from his chair. "I'll leave you now to your planning. I have full confidence in your abilities. Report back to me upon your return." And with a broad smile to his favorite nephew, the rotund Guildmaster nodded his farewell and returned to his office. "So, a rescue mission," remarked Telgrane. "I'm in." Of course, this was pretty much a given, as Telgrane's "bink-partner," the paladin Akari, had recently been permanently slain on the Outer Planes and no replacement had yet been assigned to fill the gap - no doubt due to the scarcity of adventurers of a similar power level as the current Wing Three lineup, who together represented some of the most powerful heroes in all of Greyhawk City. As such, Telgrane had pretty much resigned himself to going on all assigned adventures, without backup, for the indeterminate future. "What's the plan?" asked Thunderwolf. "First off, we need more data," replied Cal, the group's unofficial leader. "I'll cast a [i]discern location[/i] spell, and we'll hopefully find out the exact location of the Wing Seven group. Hopefully, they're all still together in one place." He held his holy symbol of Kord in his hands, closed his eyes, and started chanting softly to himself. "This'll take awhile," remarked Rale, getting up from the table and motioning for the others to follow him out of the kitchen so as not to disturb Cal's lengthy spellcasting. "Well, I'm up for some dashing heroics. Who else wants to go?" "I'll--" began Chalkan, only to be cut off by Galrich's emphatic "Dibs!" The archer scowled over at the burly half-orc, but Galrich was in no mood for negotiations. "A bunch of weapons," he said in way of explanation, which in reality was all the explanation needed - the half-orc barbarian was well known as a walking arsenal, and he wasn't about to pass up an opportunity to add to his collection, evil or not. Aerik, standing at his side, said nothing but stared down the half-elf, daring him to argue. "Fine," sighed Chalkan, unwilling to pursue it any further. Delphyne and Feron talked it out civilly amongst themselves, and jointly decided that the druid's healing magic would likely come in handy, especially if Rale would be going - which meant Cal, their most powerful healer, would not. And Thunderwolf, grafted into Wing Three as a favor to his uncle, would naturally be accompanying the group. They all talked quietly until Cal abruptly stopped his chanting and called out in a strong voice, "Messengers of Kord, Lord of Strength! I seek to learn the current whereabouts of Morgana Shadowbrook, elven mage, member of Wing Seven of the Greyhawk City Adventurers Guild. Guide your servant to her side!" Feron hid a smile at the realization that of the four missing adventurers on which to focus, Cal had consciously chosen the hot-looking elven maiden over the other three. Cal responded to his own question with a voice not his own; his lips mouthed the words, but the voice was much deeper, and otherwordly. "Morgana Shadowbrook, and her three companions, are in the refuse pit of the lair of [b]Antharvalos[/b], behind the Jewel River Waterfall, in the Suss Forest." Cal, in his normal voice once again, thanked the messenger of Kord for his assistance, then turned to the others. "Anybody ever hear of this 'Antharvalos' guy?" he asked. Nobody had. But that was no matter, for they had a friend in the Church of Boccob who loved looking up things like that in his expansive Temple Library. In less than a half hour's time, Brother Altamaic had an answer for them. "Antharvalos," he said, reading from a dusty tome, "is the name of an old green dragon rumored to lair somewhere in the Suss Forest, to the southwest of Greyhawk City." "A dragon!" exclaimed Thunderwolf, visibly excited at the prospect of fighting such a fearsome beast. The group thanked Altamaic and returned to their headquarters, where they began making their preparations. "Green dragons breathe out a caustic gas," warned Telgrane. "I would suggest we prepare spells that protect us against the effects of acid." The spellcasters prepared their spells while the others gathered up their gear, and Galrich went racing down to the Guild stables to fetch Fang, having decided the dire wolf needed a forest outing. Telgrane cast a [i]Rary's telepathic bond[/i] on most of the group; he was not yet powerful enough to link together more than six individuals, so Dez and the animals (Fang; Feron's eagle companion, Felix; and Dez's mouse familiar, [b]Mr. Whiskers[/b]) were left out - as was his own familiar Infernia, but he had his own empathic link with her. The archmage then followed with a [i]greater teleport[/i] spell. Lacking a way to successfully scry upon the dragon's lair, Telgrane instead chose to send the group to the Jewel River Waterfall, which at least was a known location, as there was only one waterfall of any decent size along the part of the Jewel River within the Suss Forest. The group winked out of existence... ...and immediately found themselves standing at the bank of a river. High above them, a massive cascade of water leapt down from the top of a rocky cliff, the roar making it difficult to hear anything else. "Good thing we've got our telepathic bond going," thought Feron to the others, with a smile at Dez, who was out of the link. "So where's this dragon's lair?" asked Thunderwolf, also over the link. "I know it's behind the waterfall, but it could be anywhere behind there." He indicated the vast area covered by the cascading water, which fell a good 120 feet from the cliff and created large clouds of mist and spray along its bottom, which formed a large pool and then meandered its way through the Suss Forest behind them. "What are you saying?" yelled Dez, oblivious to the group's mental discussion. Rale just gave her a "shooshing" gesture with a finger to his lips, then asked the group, "Anyone want to try flying around through the waterfall?" He indicated his drow floatdisk shield, and those carried by the majority of the others. "I have a better idea," replied Feron, wildshaping into an earth elemental. Felix flew off her shoulder as she did so and alit on a tree branch. "I'll be right back," Feron said, walking into the side of the cliff face. "Keep us up a running monologue!" advised Rale over the link. "Let us know what you see!" "Nothing so far," advised Feron, using the inherent earth glide ability of her newly chosen form. The solid stone of the cliff-side parted away before her body, then closed back up behind her as she walked through the solid rock. She popped her head back out of the rock from the far side of the waterfall. "The cave opening must be higher up!" she reported as she stepped up to a higher level and then reversed course, traveling back the way she came but some 10 feet higher than her first pass. After several such passes, Feron found her head popping up out of the floor of a large, open cave. The cave was unlit but for the sunlight streaming in through the roaring waterfall, which served as an aquatic wall sealing off the cave from sight. Feron guessed at the dimensions, but realized it was definitely large enough for a dragon to fly through it, if he knew its exact location. That wasn't Feron's only realization. Standing in the middle of solid rock with only the top half of her head poking up from the stone cavern floor, she also suddenly realized she wasn't alone - for on either side of her half-exposed head were massive, green feet. Feron's heart jumped in her chest as she initially thought she might have the green dragon itself standing over her, but she calmed once she saw that the feet were composed of vegetable matter - twigs, leaves, and matted grasses. Looking up at the twin beasts flanking her, she saw what could only be a pair of shambling mounds, although these weren't shambling at all; rather, they stood in almost blissful contention, silently soaking up the mist from the raging waterfall just beyond the cave's ledge. Feron ducked her head back down before she was spotted by the sentient plants, scooted back to where she thought the side of the cavern should be, elevated herself up, and popped her head out one of the cavern's side walls. She verified there were half a dozen of the shambling mounds, all facing the water, spread out in a line blocking the cavern entrance, six immobile sentries making the best of their guard duty. Feron silently reported back to the others that she had found the entrance, and gave a rough description of how high up she was, if they wanted to try flying through the waterfall on their drow floatdisks. "I think I'd rather just [i]dimension door[/i] everyone up there," replied Telgrane over the link. "But why don't you try to scout the place out a bit more? Maybe we can figure out where the Wing Seven guys are. Is there a refuse pit around there?" "I'll check," replied Feron, ducking back into the wall and moving further back down the cavern, before popping back into the open space. She didn't notice it, but in stepping into the back half of the cavern, she activated a silent [i]alarm[/i] spell. In a room hundreds of feet deeper into the cavern network, a reptilian head raised up in surprise, its eyes narrowing at the thought that someone would dare to invade his lair. "Sure enough, there's a refuse pit," Feron reported over the link. She was emerging her upper torso through the side of the cavern wall, looking down at a lower section of the cave network below her. The entry cave, in which the shambling mounds were basking in the spray from the waterfall, had a similarly sized cavern directly across from it, but between the two ledges was a 40-foot section that sank down a good 30 feet below the level of the higher ledges. This lower level was strewn with rocks of various sizes, from scattered pebbles to small boulders. Intermixed with the rocks were bones from a great many different creatures, ranging from human-sized to deer and a few horses. Oddly, a small mound of dirt rose up in the middle of the lower chamber, upon which was perched a scraggly-looking plant with yellow, orchidlike flowers and a halo of vines reaching out in all directions. Shambling around in the back of the room were four humanoid figures. Feron's eyes adjusted to the gloom of the cavern, and she could verify that these four were roughly the same size and build as the four missing adventurers. Oddly, Morgana seemed to be wearing one of the flowers in her hair; upon closer inspection, the flower seemed to be growing out the side of her head. Feron shuddered and passed on what she had seen to the rest of the group, who advised her to check out the back platform. Feron did so, using the powers of her earth elemental form to glide through the solid stone of the cavern walls until she had reached the back cavern. She spotted some bloodstains on the floor, some recent, some obviously from a long time ago. And then a bolt of lightning came streaking out from the shadows of the passageway in the back of the cavern. Feron was far to the side of the passageway, so the blast of energy went nowhere near her, but it crossed the top of the refuse pit, striking a pair of the shambling mounds who guarded the cave's entrance. Oddly, they did not seem at all discomfited by this attack; they merely turned to face the back of the cavern and started meandering that way. Another blast hit a different pair, and they too seemed energized by the electrical power. Feron dropped through the cavern floor and popped out at the bottom of the refuse pit, along the northern wall where she had seen a trio of small tunnels at ground level. Choosing the middle one at random, she ducked down and explored its contents. It wound around like a drunken worm's trail, but towards the back she found a grotesque-looking mushroom of some type, easily seven feet tall and glistening in a slimy mucus. As Feron started backing away from the foul-looking thing, its cap exploded in a wet shower of slimy spores, and a terrible odor assailed Feron's senses. She felt her gorge rising, and stumbled back down the twisting passageways, unable to do anything but try to flee from the nausea-inducing stench of the foul fungus. Telgrane had heard enough. "Refuse pit, or one of the ledges?" he asked the others over the link. "Well, we know what happened to the Wing Seven guys," remarked Rale. "Let's deal with them last - it doesn't look like they're going anywhere. We've got powered-up shambling mounds in the front, and a spellcasting dragon somewhere in the back. I say we deal with the dragon while we're all at full strength. Agreed?" "Sounds like a plan," said Thunderwolf, readying his bow. Galrich and Aerik gripped their weapons and gave terse nods to the archmage, the half-orc telling his dire wolf to hang back out here by the waterfall for their return. "Feron, how far back is the back ledge from the entry cavern?" Telgrane asked over the mental link. Feron, despite trying to keep her breakfast from coming back up, was able to respond with a brief mental description of the size, shape, and orientation of the back cavern. "Here we go, then!" called Telgrane, casting a [i]dimension door[/i] spell on the collected heroes. They popped into existence in the northern section of the back cavern, where it jutted out away from the tunnel in the back that led to darkness. Almost simultaneously, the green dragon Antharvalos stepped into view from the back tunnel, eyes blazing in anger that his sleep had been interrupted by intruders. He snaked his head to the right, catching the entire group in a caustic exhalation of his breath weapon. Fortunately, before they had even teleported to the bank of the Jewel River, the spellcasters among the group had protected their numbers with a handful of [i]resist acid[/i] spells, to go along with the [i]stoneskins[/i] that Feron and Telgrane habitually cast upon themselves when battle seemed imminent. The green dragon's cloud of caustic vapors rolled over the heroes' forms, doing a minimal amount of damage. The heroes wasted no time in their counterattacks. Thunderwolf shot arrows at the green dragon, covering Rale as he leapt away from the others, trying to keep them from being bunched up. Telgrane followed suit, stepping away from the others and releasing an [i]incendiary cloud[/i] spell centered on the green dragon. He then popped open the top of his tinderbox, the better to allow his fire elemental familiar to exit. A line of cinders arced out from the tinderbox and onto the stone floor, bursting into full flame as they did so to reveal Infernia's horned form, standing nine feet tall and poised to protect her master. Antharvalos saw that there was still enough of the group gathered together to make a [i]lightning bolt[/i] strike his best bet, and caught Thunderwolf, Dez, Aerik, and Galrich in the spell's area of effect. Dez immediately dropped to the floor, unnoticed by any of the others but Thunderwolf, who had been just behind her. The young fighter bent down to feel her neck for a pulse, and found none. Snarling in vengeance, he reached for another arrow and notched his bow, eager to attack Dez's killer. However, Antharvalos stepped back into the protective confines of the back tunnel, away from the [i]incendiary cloud[/i], his massive form and thrashing wings preventing any of the heroes from getting past him, even if they dared enter the burning vapors of Telgrane's spell. But Telgrane didn't need to get past the dragon to attack him from that quarter; casting one of his many [i]summon monster[/i] spells, he saw the green dragon suddenly back-lit from the flames of a greater fire elemental taking form in the cavern behind Antharvalos. It called a greeting to the human spellcaster in Ignan before battering the dragon with a pair of flaming fists. "I'm going to cast a [i]cloudkill[/i] at it next!" yelled Telgrane, speaking aloud for Dez's benefit, in case she had been thinking of moving forward towards the dragon. (From his vantage point he was unable to see that Dez had already fallen in battle, and since she had never been in the [i]telepathic bond[/i] he didn't notice her absence there, either.) But the elder fire elemental called back to Telgrane, "Do not, young wizard! There is an elf back here, swollen with child! She will be caught in your spell!" Telgrane immediately translated the fire elemental's warning to the others over the telepathic link. "Feron!" he called. "We need you!" "Coming!" replied the druid, climbing her way up through the solid rock in her earth elemental form, still fighting off the effects of the nausea-inducing spores. Antharvalos soon found himself sorely wounded by the combined attacks of seven separate opponents and altered his strategy. Casting a [i]dimension door[/i] spell, he vanished from the back cavern and remanifested in the front cavern among his shambling mound guardians. He snarled a command at them to climb onto his back and tail, intending to fly back to the cavern he had just left, to confront the heroes anew, but this time with half a dozen individual bits of disposable cannon fodder. The plant creatures scrambled to obey. But now Antharvalos stood in bold silhouette against the sunlight streaming in through the waterfall covering the entrance to the dragon's lair - a rather remarkable target for Telgrane, who likewise adjusted his tactics to counter the dragon's last stratagem. For the first time in his adventuring career, the young archmage cast a [i]meteor swarm[/i] spell, sending four burning spheres hurtling across the chasm to strike the proud dragon before he could return to combat in the midst of the heroes. The dragon roared in pain as the spell got past his innate spell resistance and made him the center of an explosion of fire. Two of the nearby shambling mounds were instantly incinerated in the blast; the other four were hurtled away from the dragon and staggered away, stunned. Antharvalos had not survived for as long as he had by fighting needless battles to the death. Although it galled him to abandon his lair to a group of mere adventurers, it certainly beat being slain by them, and the wise old dragon assessed that to be the likely result of extended combat with this particular group. Hissing in exasperation (and not a little pain from his burns), he spun about and leapt through the sheet of cascading water, taking wing upon exiting the waterfall - but not without taking several more arrows to his flanks as Galrich and Thunderwolf let loose their final barrages. "We can't let him get away!" called Thunderwolf, as Feron rose up from the stone of the back cavern and resumed her half-elven form, the nausea from the stinkgnarl fungus having finally worked its way through her system. As the fighter fumbled in his backpack for his [i]ebony fly[/i] figurine, hoping to follow Antharvalos before he got away for good, Feron focused her ears on the sounds of pain coming from the back recesses of the cavern from which the green dragon had originally emerged. Telgrane pulled out his drow floatdisk, leapt aboard, and set it on a crash course through the waterfall, flying high enough that he avoided the remaining shambling mounds. He called back to his summoned elder fire elemental to take care of the remaining shamblers, wanting to keep her useful in the time remaining here on the material plane. She easily leapt the chasm and started to work on the plant-beasts, who truth to tell were on their last legs in any case, the [i]meteor swarm[/i] spell having weakened them to near uselessness. Rale and most of the others, realizing that Telgrane was pretty much their only hope of killing the dragon at such an extended range, turned their attention to the back cavern, where Feron had discovered a 20-foot sheer cliff leading down into a cramped, semicircular pit. There, lying on her back in a crude bed made of filthy straw stuffed into the bottom half of a dragon's egg, was a disheveled elven woman, her face contorted in the pain of her latest contractions as she readied herself to give birth. Feron was by her side in a moment (having unstrapped her own floatdisk and put it to good use), and did what she could to ease the woman's ordeal. In the meantime, Thunderwolf took a moment to cover Desdemona's body with her own cloak, while Rale led the rest of the group to the back cavern in search of the dragon's treasure hoard, for he knew there had to be one back here somewhere - who ever heard of a dragon's lair that wasn't filled with riches? Aerik immediately sensed that something was wrong with the back cavern upon entering it; it seemed too small by half for the echoes of their clomping footsteps rebounding off the stone walls. A quick perusal of the back wall revealed that it was an [i]illusory wall[/i] spell, covering the farthest half of the back cavern, upon which there was a higher ledge some 50 feet up. Drow floatdisks were once again deployed, bringing the heroes to the dragon's hoard they sought: a mound of loose coins and gems, upon which sat a wooden wagon with draconic claw marks upon its edges, now nothing more than a trophy of Antharvalos's most recent plunder. The weapons unearthed by the Wing Seven adventurers, which they had been bringing back to the Guild for destruction, were propped lovingly on small ledges jutting from the walls. (And the eventual inventory of the loot would unearth four Guild rings, each carved with the names of one of the missing Wing Seven adventurers.) By the time Telgrane made it back to the others - he had made it outside in time to spot the fleeing dragon and take him down with a [i]delayed blast fireball[/i] without the delay - landing his floatdisk next to Feron in the pregnant elf's prison-pit, the druid had helped to bring a new life into the world. It was a girl, whose delicately-pointed ears told of her elven heritage. However, her green-tinged scales, tail, and the horn-buds on her forehead told of a draconic heritage as well. "I name her...[b]Kaelanna[/b]," whispered the exhausted mother; Feron silently noted the name was Elven for "green dragon child." "Now I must ask of you one more favor," the elf said, looking up at her daughter, cleaned up and wrapped in a blanket from Feron's haversack. She pointed at the baby, quietly sleeping in Feron's arms. "...Kill it," she commanded. Feron took a step backwards, as if to protect the baby from an attack by her mother, but the elf was too exhausted to even rise from her makeshift bed. Galrich took a step forward and took the baby from Feron; he had come to borrow her extradimensional haversack to load up all of the dragon's treasure hoard, but had stuck around and cooed at the newborn, intrigued by its beastly appearance. "Nobody's hurting the baby," he announced, and his tone made it perfectly clear that anyone even thinking of such a thing would have to get by him first. The elf, it turned out, was named [b]Nimashkihel[/b] and hailed from an elven village in the Suss Forest, having been grabbed up by the dragon almost a year and a half ago, shortly after her pregnancy began; she was sure her husband and the other villagers had given up all hope for her by now. But for reasons known only to Antharvalos, the dragon had taken steps to imprint her unborn daughter with his own draconic heritage, not only by having her sleep in the egg of one of his own dragon offspring, but also by grinding up his own scales and adding them to the ground meal from which she was allowed to make her daily gruel. She was grateful for the heroes' assistance and asked to be taken back to her village, but under no condition did she want anything to do with the "abomination" she had birthed. Cleaning up the loose ends of this adventure took some time. Rale binked back to Guild Headquarters so Cal could take his place, and the cleric of Kord not only confirmed which of the weapons from the dragon's treasure were the evil ones from Wing Seven's wagon but also that Kaelanna was not herself inherently of an evil nature. Antharvalos's hoard was packed away into Feron's extradimensional haversack, the yellow musk creeper was burned to a crisp by Infernia, and then Cal cast [i]heal[/i] spells upon the yellow musk zombies, transforming them from plants back into their normal humanoid forms. Nimashkihel was returned to her village, where she was enthusiastically hailed by her people. (However, they too wanted nothing to do with a half-dragon baby, and tended to look upon Feron with some mistrust and no small portion of disdain, as the druid was not a pure-blooded elf but had been "tainted" by the blood of her human father.) Rale financed the cost of a [i]true resurrection[/i] of Desdemona from his share of the dragon's hoard, grumbling at the cost but realizing he'd never hear the end of it if he scrimped on the very best means of restoring his cohort to life. Finally, Galrich insisted upon taking Kaelanna to the Kingdom of Kordovia, where he entrusted her to the care of his regent, Lord Hammershard, who was visibly looking much more tired than when the heroes had last seen him. Apparently the weight of rulership was taking its toll on the elderly man, but he smiled at his liege and promised that Kaelanna would be provided a good life in the castle. "Are you sure you want to raise her to adulthood?" asked Feron. "She is, after all, part green dragon - there's no telling whether her intrinsic evil tendencies might someday come to the forefront." "Yeah, well I'm part orc," responded Galrich, daring the druid to continue on with that line of thinking. "Besides," he reasoned, "it's like raising a pit bull - they're not all killers. It's all in how you raise them." Feron frowned in concern, but pressed the issue no further. Only time would tell if her fears were well-founded or not. [/QUOTE]
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