The Retaking of Forgehold - 4E

[Charwoman Gene]

The cavern seems warmer somehow, and it is beginning to steadily drip.

 

[Shalimar]

"If thats how we are going to divide it, I'm not gonna complain. This black leather stuff looks so cool." Mira says happily. The girl folds up the armor as best she can and puts it into her pack. She'd ask Arden to look at it later and tell her what exactly it was, she didn't plan on wearing something a kobold might have used without a thorough washing, and she'd avoid touching magical stuff if she didn't know what it was too.

"I think we should start heading back, I think this whole place is going to start to thaw now that the dragon is dead. Meaning mister grumpy is gonna be at the bottom of this pool if you don't hurry up and skin it Mal."

 

[SarahRequiem]

Angel walks over to join the rest of the team saying

"You sure are an excited one, Mira. You're so loud you could wake the dead"

She looks over to the pact blade and picks it up "what a strange dagger. Is that a pact blade? I was given one of those on my 17th birthday..."

 

[Mal Malenkirk]

She looks over to the pact blade and picks it up "what a strange dagger. Is that a pact blade? I was given one of those on my 17th birthday..."

-''Huh? You had one but you lost it? What happened? Pawned it off for booze?'' Mal winks.

 

[SarahRequiem]

"I left it behind when I ran from home. I.. didn't like it..." she replies, not making eye contact with Mal.

 

[Charwoman Gene]

Teslayn seems a bit uncomfortable as some of you start discussing carving up the dragons hide for use in leather goods.

The room is really dripping now, the cold seems to be fading away too fast to be a natural effect.

 

[SarahRequiem]

"hmm guys, maybe we should get out of here. The place seems to be melting and that could be dangerous..." sais Angel, while looking at the cavern.

 

[Shalimar]

"Well, we need proof of the dragon, so cut off its tail like you were doing for the cobolds and we can get out of here just as soon as its done, ok?"

 

[Velmont]

Aelek looks around. "I think Angel is right. Let's cut the tail and get out of here before something crumble down."

 

[Mal Malenkirk]

-''I got just the tool for the job!'' Mal says happily, handling his new magic sword.

He starts hacking at the neck of the beast with powerful two handed stroke. It takes him six chops before the heads finally comes off.

-''I doubt the people back in town could tell a dragon's tail from a decapitated boa. But if we bring back the head, they won't be able to argue!''

Mal sheaths his sword, straps his shield on his back and picks up the dragon's head. It is bigger than a horse's and surprisingly heavy. Mal needs to hold it in front of his against his chest and it splatters blood all over his armor.

-''I did not think this thing through... '' Mal grunts. ''Oh well. Let's go.''