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Before Rane leaves she tells about how the group fist met ...
It was a cold spring night. I was travelling south of Mitrik through the foothills of the Lortmils when the storm struck. Within moments the weather turned violent - lightning strikes all around. I saw a cave up a short slope and decided to shelter there. Other travellers arrived. We spoke a truce in the face of greater danger outside.
As we tried to light a fire a ferocious thunderclap shook the land. The back wall of the cave collapsed revealing a passage. We decided to explore and found (among other vile things) the tomb of an ancient Ur-Flan warrior. We battled the undead manifestation and discovered some items of value. On the morning we turned to the nearest town, Oakhurst, to divide our spoils.
Markis continues with the tale of the Sunless Citadel ...
I met the group as they sold their wares in the local mercantile. The proprieter, Ms. Hucrele, had two adult offspring who had recently gone missing. They had headed an exploration of a local ruins in hopes of raising funds for a store of their own. As it turns out, the group was in need of a mage as I happened upon them.
The ruins were the remains of an old citadel that had fallen into a crevace long ago. Goblin and kobold tribes had taken over parts of the upper level and were warring. We struck a bargain (out of necessity) with the kobold leader. The goblins had stolen the kobolds' pet dragon - a young white named Calcryx. The dragon's keeper, a cowardly kobold named Meepo, traveled into the goblin lair with us in hopes of a rescue. In return, we were granted free passage through the kobold area which was the only means available to access the rest of the citadel. As we searched the goblin areas we found one of the party whom we saught - the ranger had been killed by a pack of dire rats.
We also came across a cell block of sorts. There we freed an olve cleric who joined our cause. Shard she was called and recently fell ill to a patch of poisonous fungi. She heals now in Blasingdell.
But I digress. When we found the dragon it turned immediately on Meepo, killing him! We slew the dragon as it had obviously gone rogue. Our explanation to the kobold leader was satisfactory and she kept her part of the deal. Asking that we continue to press the attack on the goblins.
Oddly, the goblins had been making a biannual visit to Oakhurst. They brought with them each summer a perfect red apple that acted as a potent healing agent. Each winter they brought a perfect albino apple which was a potent poison. They auctioned the apples to the highest bidder. The Hucrele's evidently saught to strike an exclusive arrangement.
Fighting our way deeper into the castle, we uncovered some of it's history. Evidently it was the home of a cult long ago dedicated to the red dragon Ashardalon. Rane was familiar with the legend and explained that the creature had sacked a nearby plain, scorching the earth. To this day only the barest of weeds and grasses grow there.
We overcame many undead remnants of the cult and other natural denizens that had taken roost there. We finally found the Hucrele's with the source of the apples. An evil druid had moved in and grown a perverted apple tree in a subterrainean grove. Evidently the tree had sprouted from a stake used to kill a vampire, Gulthias or some such. The Hucrele's had been taken captive by the goblins (who worked as agents of the druid) and were lost to some sort of supplicant ritual to nuture the tree. Shard was to be the next meal. We overcame the druid and the possessed Hucrele's and returned to Oakhurst with the terrible news.
Burin continues the story ...
Ye left off the more interesting bits, olve. There was a scroll in th' dragon's hoard - a bit o' dwur historical value that mentioned a place called 'Khundrukar' which translates to 'Th' Glitterhame'. There was mention o' a Durgeddon th' Black too. The merchant Hucrele remembered a traveller from Blasingdell who talked about some weapons forged by a Durgeddon. We decided to come down here to trace th' history some, maybe get some coin fer the scroll.
We found the area ta be swarmin' with orcs. A local dwur priest who we knew from Oakhurst, Garonn, told us about an ol' dwarven hold in the hills nearby. We knocked off an orc scoutin' party to get in - don't know if there's more upstairs though. At any rate, here we are in Khudrakar, fightin off these walkin' lizards that smell worse than a ripe orc patrol that's been out a week.