From Citadel to Bastion: The Sunless Citadel


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I'm going to assume you rest before continuing. Florian is still unconscious, and you are entirely out of spells. The four other adventurers (Lamont, Ashrem, Moon, and Farah) can watch over the goblins for the time being.

Following Khudaglun's suggestion, the party of six backtracks to the dragon's room. The door is locked, but the chief quickly gives up the key when asked.

Mounted and stuffed animal heads adorn the walls. The mounting job is sloppy, and the assortment of heads includes cattle, rats, and other not particularly impressive specimens. However, a few grisly trophies share the wall with the animals, including a couple of kobold visages. Smashed and broken cabinets and small tables litter the periphery of the room, mute victims of some sort of rampage. A rusted iron spike stands askew in the center of the room, trailing a broken chain. Thin patches of ice coat sections of the walls, floor, and debris.

Stepping into the room, Khudaglun slips on a patch of unseen patch of ice. He bumps into Florian and Lucas, and the two of them join him on the floor.

A cat-sized creature appears from beneath a broken table and hisses at you. Suddenly, a spray of ice crystals flies from its open mouth, chilling Lucas and Florian (1 damage).
 

Khudaglun stands up, brushes himself off and tries to look dignified. "Hey there, ........ dragon? Are you really a dragon, you ya little runt of a thing? Well, we're here to take ya back to the Kobolds, if thats want yer wantin' of course. Otherwise yer free to go an' do what ya want, the Gob's are all taken care of."

Khudglun slowly slides his hand down to where his axe lies hooked in his belt, ready to draw it if the 'dragon' doesn't want to play nice.
 

When its breath doesn't immediately drive you from the room, the white dragon ceases hissing and sizes you up.

The dragon addresses you in Common, "Kobolds are weak. Goblins made better masters. But freedom is best of all. This one will leave immediately."
 

Khudglun sputters, "the Gob's made better masters! Huh, I just bet I never hear that again."

A sly look dawns on the dwarfs face. "Sooo, I dont suppose after being cooped up in this room yer lookin' to get some vengeance on the Gob's? We've taken out the ones around here but theres' still some down below. If ya wanna come along an' help....."
 


Lucas kept his eyes fixed on the creature as he regained his footing, alert for the first sign of treachery on the wyrm's part. "It is a brave or foolish man who bargains with dragons..." he murmured, softly. One dirty hand came up, instinctively, to touch the wooden token bound to his right wrist, and his fingers worked at the symbol burnt into the grain.

(OOC - Detect Evil)
 

The dragon radiates faint evil.

The dragon considers Khudaglun's words, then shakes its head. "Vengeance is overrated. Fight the goblins yourself, if you have the will. Calcryx will seek exit from these tunnels."

The dragon remains beneath the table while the group of you remain in the doorway.
 
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"Ah, let's be off then. There's Goblins in need of a kickin' down below an' this dragon aint got much o' interest to say."

Khudaglun stamps off towards the doorway and then turns and calls out to the dragon, "By tha way, them Kobolds'll be lookin' for you. Ya might have to thin out their ranks or they might think they're gunna make you into their pet. Heh heh."
 
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