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D&D 5E (IC) Vault of the Dracolich (Ensemble)

Eko crawls around the support beam. Slow enough that the door-guards couldn't possibly notice him, but he gets to a better place to see:

Some eighty-odd feet away, a tall bald human in robes is standing next to an even taller, massive humanoid. The bald man is lecturing a shorter, but powerfully-built bearded man in well-worn armour. Several others stand around listening, some of them armoured and some in robes. Beyond them is another set of doors.

Eko notices that once past the nearest guards, the ceiling raises to a height of fifty-feet, vaulted with cross-beams that provide excellent cover for a flying bat.
 

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Eko flutters from beam-to-beam, easily avoiding the guards who do not look up. As the room widens, a short wide hall reveals another set of doors; the largest of them all. These are cast iron, with the skull of Bhaal having one eye on each. A sense of unease wafts from that direction, and the bat flies on.

Further into the hall, on the same wall as the skull-door, just beyond the talking humans, an enormous stage-like alcove stands fifteen feet off the floor. It is covered in many thousands of coins, haphazardly scattered. Sitting amongst the coins, it's eyes glowing green, is the blackened skeleton of a Dragon.

It lifts its head, spilling coins off the platform and appears to communicate (telepathically) with the bald man, who bows his head. Two of the other humans rush to gather the coins and throw them back up onto the platform.
 



Drako

Drako walked over to the edge of the water and started to speak in Draconic, “Greetings my friend, I am Drako and these are my companions what you brings you here?
 

"Greet you, Drah-kho. I am Ghuldred-in-exile. I see-hear you kill the many-mouths! Amazed, am I!" growled the lizardfolk as he climbed onto the muddy bank. "You are mighty heroes.
You hate the many-mouths? You hate its feeder-folk? I hate the feeder-folk. I hate my folk too.
They hate me. You kill them? You kill my folk like you kill many-mouths, then I help you kill feeder-folk. Yes?
"
 

Terrus shrugs, sitting on the ground, resting after the ordeal.

"Kill some LIzardmen? I'm game. Why do you want them dead?"


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In response to Terrus' question (translated by Drako),

"Guldred was warband leader, sent by our chief to return a weapon, Warfork. Belong to chief, stolen by human. We meet with human-chief here - Silakul. Make him to make thief give back the Warfork." the lizardman coughs, a strange noise; it is clear he is in poor health, "We get it back! But Mulgruk, my second, betrayed me! Stabbed me in my back-ridge - to keep Warfork for himself! So I go to human-chief, he gave the Warfork back, why not help me? But no. He has his feeder-folk throw me to many-mouths!"

"Good for me, I swim fast!"
 

Into the Woods

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