What did I get myself into tonight, and with whom?
- Seana: Zanegar, 1/2 orc Sea Wolf
- Roger: Brom, dwarf Desert Rider
- Chris: Roult, human Basilisk Warrior
- Callista: Erol, elf Priest
- Daniel: Hawk, human Ranger
- Rick: Bjorr, 1/2 orc Paladin
Note: Callista is Chris' granddaughter, who had never rolled dice before this session. This will become important later.
Well, the party docked at Zelkor's Ferry, arriving due to some unfortunate events in the last town across the water.
This, coincidentally (or not) was where a prior party arrived a couple of sessions ago... Note: None of the players (except the Shorter Half) were involved in that session, so it's untrodden territory.
ANYWAY, the DM (who had a trio of available scenarios lined up) mentioned that the party meets some other patched-up adventurers going the other way with a couple of chests of loot. They mention that they got it off some pirates, but you don't need to worry about them. Just the undead dragon.
So much for delving some pre-selected tomb or abandoned mine...
The paladin beelined to the inn to purchase a cask of ale to fortify himself for the adventure. It was determined to be evening anyhow, so everyone eventually followed. They got a bit of background from the militia sergeant and a rough map the adventurers had left. The desert rider asked the priest if undead dragons could still speak and throw spells (WIS roll, dirty 20) - we decided that Erol did well in her Undead Studies classes and suspected that, depending on the cause of undeath, that the dragon was unlikely to still speak.
Things in the inn took a turn when the local blacksmith showed up to play (poorly) her bagpipes. As well as a certain coolness that came over the crowd when another local appeared, Hebetha Solace. Erol's neck hairs stood up a bit as the woman approached the table. I understand you are seeking looking to hunt down the undead dragon. I have associates who are in need of the head. I'll pay you good coin if you are able to retrieve it.
More coin? We're in.
Oh, and she dropped off a pair of Hugo's Healing Potions (tm) as a down payment.
In the morning, the band set off in a somewhat patched-up small sailing boat, captained by the sea wolf, with assistance by the ranger (sailor background). The desert rider hung over the rail, and tried to keep land in sight.
A shark followed the ship, possibly lured by the desert rider's "chumming."
