Shadows Over Lakehead - Black Wyrmling

Rollo purchased a rust bag of tricks (389 gp) - borrowed 25 gp from Yotte and Amber to help pay for it - has paid back Amber with a Potion of Healing, still owes Yotte a Potion of Healing

Sirni is quiet on the wall, Flip is concerned about its silence

Rolinar the Sanguine the criminal came here 30 years ago, bet Sirni on a game. Rolinar created Sirni, Flip told once a construct Flip found Sirni in the bartop, told Sirni not to look for him,

Sirni requests that the party take her south to Lakehead, where Rolinar was hired to rid town of an acid breathing dragon

Offering 15 pp each to bring her, wants to confront Solinar, but not kill him, take his stuff wants him to suffer knowing she is doing well,

Meet in the bar first thing in the morning, get 8 days rations - 4 days and back

Amber - will carry and use Sirni in battle Sirni = +2 hit and +2 damage, +1 AC - battleaxe, 1d8 slashing (1d10 versatile), requires attunement

moderately travelled road to Lakehead. have been attacks along this road. Merchants subdued but not killed, beaten, stuff of value taken

town has a small port on the lake, terrorized for several months that attacked the fishing boats and the villagers, smaller, younger?

Amber and Sirni sing on the road, Drakara makes Amber's voice sounds like its on helium

Day 1 - lunch first day - attacked by 2 owlbears - Sirni did a deathblow on one of them - Rollo - skinned out half an owlbear pelt each, and some owlbear steaks

nothing at dinner - used 1 day rations

evening atacked by 4 ghouls - Sirni hacked one's head off

Day 2

Rollo snapped awake. Away from "civilization" he was a light sleeper, the Green never dormant. About him was commotion. The camp was aroused. Amber was now foot nudging the snoring Grimm, not gently. Some would call it a kick. The parrot squawked, defecated. The odor more awaking the Grimm than Amber's endeavours. Cursing all gods fond of parrots, the rough dwarf wiped the mess from his forehead. "I'm up!", he snarled, showing amber his teeth.

The parrot always bewildered Rollo. It was not trained, not a companion, not a summoned and not a cohort. So what was the Grimm doing with said parrot? As a child of the Green and because it involved an animal, he would investigate, but when there was time.

He joined Weaver at the edge of the encampment, the campfire behind him. It's light bright enough to use his low light vision. He could just make out two large humanoid shapes at the edge of his sight. Hima was already firing arrows at them. Her wood elf vision better in the dark. "What?" he questioned his fellow halfling. Last night it had been two owlbears attacking. Tonight? "Ogres" was the wizard's reply.

Now Rollo had no particular feelings, good or bad, for ogres. They were not undead. They belonged in the 'circle of life'. If they left him alone, he would leave them alone, unless like anything else, they broke the laws of the Green. They were attacking, he would defend. He took in the distance between the ogres and them. "Where do you want their approach" he asked Weaver. The other halfling looked around. "See if you can get them to move over there." He pointed. By now Hima had loosed two more arrows. The others were all up and preparing themselves. "Will do. They will move unless they are truly stupid. In which case nothing else might be needed". Weaver nodded and moved to his indicated spot.

Rollo called upon the Green. The Green obeyed. New spiked growth, full of hardened thorns, pointed needles and prickles sprung from the ground, covering an immense area. So large that the only safe exit was to move to where Weaver wanted them.

One was smart and did so. The other was not and shouted an agony scream as the spike growth punched through into feet. More screams as it moved through the magical area to join its partner. Then it was Weaver's turn. Having them where he wanted, he spun arcane energy and cast a web. Spidery, rope thick sticky, silk-like web treads filled the space where the two ogres stood, wrapping around them as spider food. It would take them time to break free, if ever they did and slow them if they did. He turned to Rollo. "Bought you the time. Make it easy to finish them." The druid nodded and called upon the Green. Again answering, shades of green faerie fire shimmered and flickered, outlying the two humanoids. The light turned them into 'impossible to miss' targets.

By now the whole group was up and ready. Arrow, daggers, balls of flame, eldritch blasts, javelins, all shot at the ogres. It was over quickly. As the others went to examine the charred, blasted bodies, Drakara approached Rollo. "Another night, another encounter. I was hoping to see you wild shape." Rollo looked up at the tattooed half-orc.

"There was no need. Whenever a wizard and a druid synchronize, the battlefield is under their control."

"Still, I would have liked to see it. The reason being that the only times I have seen has been in dreams; dreams that that thing", she indicated Sirni, the sentient red metallic battleaxe now resting on Amber’s back, "forced us into. I wanted to compare the reality to the dream."

Then Rollo remembered. She had not been with the group when they had 'rescued the chicken eggs' and so missed his wild shaping. "As events become more dangerous, I am sure you will get your chance. They're coming back now and by the look on Amber's face, they did not find much (just two ogre pouches with 94 gp and 79 gp - not much). And that parrot just crapped again."

Amber put the ogres' large leather hide armor in her chest, but left the large javalins and large great clubs behind.

Day 3

A pretty boring day - nothing happenned - except a lot of walking and loud singing.

day 4 arrive at noon in Lakehead, all the town fishing boats are docked, few people, somber mood - acid burns on buildings and boats, on the town well - speak to Odelia Lynn, female halfling dock master - dragon been around for a month or so - has been tracked to the ruins of light house south of the lake - had paid Rolinar bounty of 150 gp, find on his corpse, left a week ago, but hasn't been seen - but after Rolinar sent out, dragon attacked village in a rage. - but probably find another 150 gp - and loot his corpse - Rolinar wearing a breastplate, and holding a red metal spear (like Sirni) -

lighthouse - door broken in to let a large creature in. owls scout, second and third floors have mostly rotted away

first floor - hole in ground under the stairs - dragon's prescence has corrupted the ground and the building

- can hear the dragon swearing and saying "die already" - long tunnel, around the corner, is a blue glow - large room, irridescent shallow pool in the center, dragon on far side attacking something in a crevasse. - cavern is 20-30 ft above level of lake

- 11 magic missile, 4 bolt, 3 fire = 18 - arrow 25 = 43 damage - psychic 18 = 61 damage - dragon drops

- red dragon born in crevasse - armor is acid damaged, clutching a red metal spear. - Rolinar drinking a potion

Gimble opens with a salvo of three magic missiles at the black dragon across the cave, then with a surge of adrenalin, launches a flaming bolt from his crossbow at the beast, injuring it further. Hima then scored a critical hit against the wyrmling, piercing its throat with an arrow.

The creature screeched in pain, as Yotte sang a melody of dissonant whispers into its psyche, shattering its soul and dropping the black dragon wyrmling dead.

"Was that a killer performance or what?" asked Yotte.

- to Sirni - are you the abandoned, did you come to save me? - Sirni - tell the truth, why did you abandon me! - Rolinar - anger at stopping the game - forced to go to his room - - i don't need a sentient weapon Sirni - I have done well without you, who is this, - rOLINar -Atreya - the silent point - did not make this mistake forging this spear (sirni made by Roinar) +2 to hit, +2 damage, +1 aC needs