Slaves of the Sea of the World

September 23, 2011: Count Drakhen's Dungeon
In which the bard is a pincushion and the cleric is the tank

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September 16, 2011: The Uncooperative Riding Lizards
In which the distraction outside is completely effective

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September 9, 2011: Raiding the Drakhen Estate
In which everything goes as planned... poorly


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August 10, 2011: Ulhar and his Children
In which Ulhar Dragonblood is defeated in his secret lair



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July 20, 2011: The Fertility Temple
In which dick jokes are funny





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July 13, 2011: Glop's Pig
In which Glop finds a pig, the party finds Glop, and lizardfolk hunters find the party

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June 22, 2011: Sailing to Gozo
In which magic coins are better than a barrel of pickled pigeons
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June 8, 2011: The Drachen Estate, Part 2
In which men are reptiles and so are snakes

Merl and Clayven snuck into the second-story bedroom window with stealthy efficiency. Although they heard voices coming from down the hall, they saw no one. They passed through the hall to another bedroom as they peered through the dark window to the courtyard below. Dozens of lizardfolk and men milled about, eating and driking. It appears as though many were enjoying the fine soup.

That’s when the mushrooms kicked in. At first, it looked like a disagreement broke out between a lizardfolk and a man. Then another disagreement. Then the lizardfolk were on one side of the courtyard and the men on the other. The lizardfolk were flailing wildly in a wild din. By contrast, the men showed an unsettling calmness. A yellow glint shone from some of their eyes.

Count Drachen stood in the middle, trying to should over the crowd. “Gentlemen!” he urged. “We must keep the peace between our noble peoples if we are to survive the war. The mammals will not submit so easily as you think. True, we are powerful, but divided we are conquered.”

That seemed to cool the lizardfolk down, but in truth some of them were just bored of yelling. They kept their distance from the men, but now focused their attention on Drachen.

“We are entering a truly awesome time of change. Our army will be a great force, so long as it maintains its resolve. Noble guests, do I have your allegiance?”

A great wave of agreement passed through the courtyard. Oaths were muttered and toasts raised.

Merl decided she’d better check the door. She heard two smalls set of footsteps walking by. The owners of the footsteps stopped, snuffed at the air, then started running down the hall. Immediately, Merl popped out of the door and knocked one Kobold down with an Eye Bite. Clayven dive-rolled toward the door and landed a shuriken in the second Kobold’s leg. He dropped with a thud, which did not go unnoticed. Clayven ducked into the outer room, but as Merl crossed the hallway, she spotted a Lizardfolk watching her from the far end of it. Clayven threw a second shuriken which missed its mark. They cut their losses and ran away into the darkness.


Dukane and Malek looked impatient. Ade looked asleep. Waiting in the cemetery was quiet work. They decided to have a look at the altar to Tiamat. What’s the worst that could happen? The octagonal structure was opened by four arches, and inside were four murals. A large, five-headed gold statue of Tiamat claimed the centre of the room. In the first mural, Dragonborn soldiers held their swords to the sky over a sea of slain enemies. In the next, Yuan-ti snakemen made formal bows to a great blue dragon. Lizardfolk kneeled before a green wyrmling. Kobolds, the ones not busy hauling massive stone blocks up a ziggurat, made their bows so low it showed the scars on their backs.

WHAT IS YOUR GIFT FOR ME?”, the statue of Tiamat seemed to hiss. Each of the three gave what they saw fit. “Well well well, what a surprise. The healer boy shall live. Man and cat, you insult me with your pocket change.”

With that, snakes began to pour out of Tiamat’s mouths. Two writhing masses of adders and vipers surrounded the adventurers. Hack by hack, they slayed the serpents, but none of them was without a poisonous bite or two.

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June 1, 2011: Bard in a Bar Fight
In which Dukane and Malek meet the party and end up at the Drachen Estate
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May 11, 2011: Parting Ways
In which Eglaith disappears and Beorn has an existential crisis
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