Having just defeated the green dragon, we took our time and gathered a huge amount of scales and teeth, spending a large part of the day, plus the night on the hill. No one attacked us though, we must have looked intimidating enough, resting next to the mighty dragon’s carcass.
Reidoth told us where the dragon’s lair was, then said his goodbye, obviously not too taken with our idea to prioritize raiding the lair over the imminent danger of Tiamat rising. We bid farewell, promising to meet again in our third and hopefully final battle against a dragon soon.
As we made our way to the lair, we heard silvery voices in the air, telling us that the walls to the feywild are a little thinner here. We arrived at a pond with a waterfall at the other end. Shan ran over the water, peeked behind the waterfall and confirmed that we found the entrance to the lair. We then spend way too much time trying to cross the lake before finally making our way down the slope. We found ourselves in a cave with a lake, and soon encountered two Ettins who seemed to be put here as guards. Posmet pulled a dragon cultist from his orb, charmed him and made him convince the Ettins that we were his prisoners. As the minute passed and the charm wore off, Thoredim commanded him to run away, then Shan put him to sleep. Luckily, none of the Ettins noticed our theatrics anymore, as they already left. So we could dive through the lake to the horde in peace. We were rewarded with some true treasures:
Kaija:
Shan:
And about 40.000 GPs, aka “We’re comfortable”
Meanwhile, Kaiya in bat form discovered seven cages with Elves in another part of the cave, who were taken hostage during the raids. As Shan helped them escape, he wondered why the rest of our group bothers with all those dead weight “treasures”…