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The group makes a number of travel preparations, anticipating an early departure on dragonback to Loudwater for their rendezvous with Sid. The five have a restful sleep at the Tavern of the Flagon Dragon, a higher-class establishment in the Castle Ward not too far from the famous Blackstaff Tower. Your expenses have been covered for this stay, as you act on the behalf of the Council of Waterdeep, and so long as you continue to do so, you don't have to worry about paying for an inn in the City of Splendors.

Your rest is largely uneventful, and as you gather outside the tavern--Torinn, Myn, Sureiya, and the mysterious shaman--you are approached by a pair of familiar faces. One is Remallia Haventree, and the other is the deva invoker who accompanied you some time ago, on your mission to the earthmote.

"A good morning to you all," Remallia says, bowing deeply. The moon elf woman is dressed seemingly for battle, in green scale draped with bits of purple cloth accenting it here and there, and a long, curved blade strapped to her back. She looks to Samel, and nods slightly, "I believe you know each other?"
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Sid explains briefly, "Yes, the arm sections of the robots were named for the engineers who came up with the initial designs, Gordias and Midas."
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"Do you also have a part named after you, Mr. Silversprocket? ...Mr. ...Sturmgust?" The shaman seems unsure what to call him.
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Sid shakes his head. "I do not, no. My involvement came later in the development."
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The group makes a number of travel preparations, anticipating an early departure on dragonback to Loudwater for their rendezvous with Sid. The five have a restful sleep at the Tavern of the Flagon Dragon, a higher-class establishment in the Castle Ward not too far from the famous Blackstaff Tower. Your expenses have been covered for this stay, as you act on the behalf of the Council of Waterdeep, and so long as you continue to do so, you don't have to worry about paying for an inn in the City of Splendors.

However, when you awaken, the next morning, you sense that something has changed. It's not a subtle change to most of you, as Torinn, the shaman, Ramuh, and Myn can all feel something very drastically different about the magic they wield. It's a rather drastic change, as if the very fabric of reality itself has been somehow twisted and altered. However, upon meeting in the inn's main hall, you notice that it seems as though most of the inhabitants have barely noticed a thing. Sureiya has noticed some minor changes, mostly to his magic items, but you also notice that, somehow, your magical reagents and gold coins that you stored within your bags of holding have also had a change in quantity.

Normal life seems to be progressing for the majority of Waterdeep, but those of you who wield powerful magics know that something very odd and very unsettling has happened. It might be a good idea to seek out an expert on such matters.
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"I suppose we'll be hiding behind the trees, then?" Torinn inquires.
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>>78279
"It shouldn't took us long" the ranger explains.
"These soldiers look strong, and I got no intention to fight them alone" Sureiya says, thinking back about their fight a few minutes ago.
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>>78280
"Most soldiers are."
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Reiyasu removes the cult disguise and approaches the enormous dragon-like corpse, Torinn traveling alongside him. They barely manages a few steps in its direction before a low rumble resounds over the top of the spire.

WHO TREADETH NOW UPON MY BONES... AND WAKETH ME FROM SLUMBER SWEET...?

The voice is simultaneously something you hear with your ears and something that resounds within your very soul. It is simultaneously male and female. It carries the weight of both a command and an inquiry. It is not the voice of a mortal creature. Suddenly, the eyes of the petrified entity take on a soft, red glow, and you feel as though you are being watched by it.

It's about this time that a canary lifts off from atop the dragon's head, and flutters downward towards the raised platform in front of the spectacle. It lands upon the center of the platform and chirps briefly.
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After a brief pause to think through her words, the shaman continues.

"That world is ruled by Sorcerer-kings, unchecked tyrants who drain the life out of the land the primordials fought to defend. Athas needs a guardian, but the primordials of legend lay dormant, and are unable to act. ...The spirits still seek a method to travel back to that world, but I will find it eventually. And once you, Lord Asgorath, regain your full strength, it would not be a difficult matter for you to topple these destructive rulers and restore life of Athas."

The shaman pauses again, this time to bow before Asgorath with her spirits.

"To that end, we pledge our services to you. Would you help us?"

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I understand.


The dragon-god's voice booms in the shaman's mind, but it seems aware that it is speaking directly to the spirits rather than the human herself.

Power is thy wish. As ever, the world is unchanging. Very well, misbegotten pawn. Amuse me--fulfil thy role in the mortals' struggle for Toril, and perhaps thy wish shalt be granted.

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>>78228
The shaman looks up. "Thank you. We will do our part."
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Without saying another word, the small dragon fades from view.


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The cultist in the middle suddenly transforms--and a half-second later, the cultists have landed to the side of the carts, and have drawn weapons, and a huge black dragon stands tall in the middle.

"Tremble, for--"

"Enough! You face Valanor the Slayer, wretch!" interrupts the gold dragon, punctuating his threat with a roar.

This has quite an effect on the black dragon, which lets out a half-roar that might be the draconic equivilant of a yelp, and takes to the sky--heading west, away from the Well of Dragons.
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"If the canary really was guiding us, could the climby members of the party please investigate where it was? Maybe there's something there," the shaman suggests, hoping to find out what Asgorath is doing here, and how it ties into the current Well of Dragons situation.
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"Well, at this point I'd say our infiltration was a success" the ranger says, as he removes the cultist's clothes and mask and places it inside of the magic bag.

Then, he approaches the massive dragon head, and if nothing seems to be immediately dangerous, he climbs on it and looks around the place where the canary vanished.


Remove silly clothes, equip casque of tactics. Take ten on Athletics.
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Torinn tries climbing. He's no so good at it, though.

Athletics: http://orokos.com/roll/332641 (17)
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Continued.


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Two months have passed since the combined forces of the Flaming Fists, Mithral Hall, and several other powers from Luruar and the Sword Coast combined to enter the Shadowfell and battle the armies of the Fell King. While casualties on the part of the attacking army were light due to a certain group of adventurers confronting and defeating the Fell King himself, circumstances that unfolded immediately thereafter have caused quite a bit of a political shakeup on the Sword Coast. The reigning Grand Duke of Baldur's Gate, Daval Prestor, revealed himself as Daragoth the Desolator, an elder red dragon bent on seizing the Fell King's command of the elemental leylines for himself.

Though Daragoth has not been seen nor heard from since the Fell Keep collapsed with him inside, the fear that comes with realizing such a well-respected and responsible official was pushing the city-state of Baldur's Gate towards his own ends has given the rest of the Sword Coast quite the scare. And it seems bad news comes in twos and threes, as mere days after the appointment of a new Grand Duke, Abdel Adrian, word of an alliance between the powerful Red Wizards of Thay and the secretive Cult of the Dragon reached the Sword Coast. Reports of activity by the Cult of the Dragon in the Western Heartlands has prompted a reorganization of the military assets of Baldur's Gate--captain Highwind has resigned from his position as captain of the royal guard, and Thalwynn Cragmaul has succeeded him. Thalwynn Cragmaul has reformed and expanded the royal guard into a proper city watch for Bloomridge, the Twin Songs, and much of the Wide. The Flaming Fists are now led by Marshal Ulder Ravengard, and police the Outskirts and project Baldur's Gate's influence outside their own lands.

The political upheaval in Baldur's Gate, however, has opened the way for the other cities in the Sword Coast to claim more power and influence for themselves, especially with Luruar looking to ally themselves with the nation-states of the Sword Coast in order to better oppose the Cult of the Dragon and their Thayan allies. While nobody seems to know just what their plot is, all agree that it cannot be good for the realm at large. Diplomats looki
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"I don't suppose we have any ritual magic that could aid in Master Valanor's work?"
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The shaman shakes her head. "I'm sorry, I can't think of anything."
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"Ah," Valanor interjects. "I believe we have a target."

The gold dragon swoops forward suddenly, and the adventurers see it too--two wagons being pulled by red-scaled drakes. Two black-robed cultists with distinctive masks are riding each--all medium-sized humanoids, from the look of it. As you pull closer, you notice more details: the carts are loaded with bags and various valuable-looking objects, and the carts are coming to a stop--they've clearly spotted the incoming gold dragon, and know they can't possibly get away. However, there is a fifth humanoid wearing an elaborate purple mask in between the two carts.

As Valanor lands heavily on the ground, the adventurers disgorge themselves, weapons and implements at the ready--you get the impression it's not good to be mounted on him when he starts fighting. "Cult of the Dragon! Thieves and murderers! Surrender now, for either way, your vile actions end today!"

The four cultists riding the two wagons look at each other, then quickly hop off the carts. The one in the middle laughs and replies, "Heh heh heh... a chance to kill a gold dragon is rare indeed... fear the wrath of Eskanious, metallic!"
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>>77658
Continued~


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