Gross Fell: The dragon's lair

"Welcome friend, it is good to see fellow keepers of the wild. Well your local citizens seem to think great dragons are flying around the skies plucking the livestock from their flocks. I say it is probably no more than a goblin or orc tribe or maybe some wolves. I could find out if you would let me know where the animal nappings took place."

Thoart drains his mug and orders another round, this time buying one for his new tall friend.
 

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Jolan lowers his voice and leans towards you.

"The rumors are true. The city officials and us have not officially confirmed the sightings so as not to create a panic. If we confirmed that a dragon was out preying in this area, people would lose their heads. Many farmers would leave the area, and more than one hotheaded idiot would go out and get himself killed trying to hunt it down.
"But yes, unfortunately the rumors are true. I've seen it with my own eys. I've even tracked the beast to its lair -- it has made its home in an old abandoned crypt not far from here."

He pauses, and looks at each of you, then back up to Gwydion, who nods silently back at him.

"You and your companions seem like seasoned adventurers. The beast is not yet fully grown, it would seem to me that you would have a good chance of killing it, or if not killing it, driving it off. As I am sure you know, all dragons are covetous. It would certainly have a rich hoard, should you be able to defeat it.
I would be glad to lead you fellows to this abandoned crypt, should you wish to investigate."

Jolan looks at you each in turn.

"Of course, you might wish to discuss this matter among yourselves, or you might have questions for Gwydion and I."
 
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Davik looks at Jolan and Gwyndion, then looks at Thoart and mutters
Great, a dwarven tree hugger?? Ain't you got no shame boy? why I bet yer moms an pops are straight embarrased

He looks back up at Jolan and Gwyndion

So, about this crypt, any other inhabitants other than this dragon? And just exactly what kind of dragon are we talking about here?
 

another dwarf comes from his table where he has listened to the converation are there any ohter dangerous beings in these woods??

anyway i was looking for some fun, something to do with my life. i have been traveling a lot these days and i'm kinda bored with traveling so now.
 

"So ashamed that I had to leave my clan name behind and they called me Wormwood for awhile, but over time, they learned to understand my choices."

Thoart looks to the ranger, "So you think there is actually a dragon, and hiding in a crypt no doubt, nothing better than the awe inspiring power of a dragon surrounded by creepy crawly undead."
 

Thoart speaking to the ranger

"First of all, you say you have seen the dragon? How big is it? What color is it?How far is the lair from here? Do you know how it enters and leaves the lair? How do you know the crypt is the dragons lair? Did you see any people who were once dead, but are now walking around the dragon's lair?
 
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Jolan seems to start somewhat at Davik's brusque manner, but replies to Thoart, Taklinn, and Lorenz.

"The dragon was not fully grown. It was hard to estimate its exact size, but overall not much larger than a man. It was a deep blue in color.
Your other questions are also very perceptive. I do not, in truth, know for a fact that the crypt is the dragon's lair. What I do know is that when I was travelling to the entrance to the crypt, I could not find it for days. I eventually realized through careful scrutiny that the hillside was enchanted with some kind of illusion, making it seem as if the entrance did not exist.
I assumed that this was the work of the beast. But you are right, I did not see it enter or leave with my own eyes.
As for the walking dead, no one, including myself, has entered the place for generations. You see, a long time ago, a wizard named Elizar Branded Hand lived in Gross Fell.
The village was originally happy to have the wizard there, but after a few years, something began breaking into homes and killing villagers. The villagers blamed Elizar, burned his buildings, and drove him off. He fled into the crypt beneath his land and was never heard of again. Whatever had been attacking the villagers also stopped. The crypt was called cursed, and no one ever set foot into it again."

He turns to Taklinn.

"As for your question, the woods and hills themselves are mostly harmless. The most dangerous thing you'll likely find are booby traps left by the cows.", he says with a smile.

"Are you gentlemen interested? I could give you several days to prepare and gather your things, then lead you there when you are ready."
 
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"The most dangerous thing you'll likely find are booby traps left by the cows.", he says with a smile.

Thoart interupts,
"Wouldn't that be POOPY traps!" Thoart starts laughing at his own joke.
 

Upon hearing that, Jolan chuckles and shakes his head. Even the inscrutable Gwyndion looks upwards and rolls her eyes.
 
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