Crow, Level 11
After the dust and snow settled, the Scarred were down a member of the group. Haefwin did not make it out of the castle as it came crashing to the ground. The group headed towards the, surprisingly, still intact castle to look for their friend’s body, hoping to bring him back somehow. When they entered the castle, they went to the throne room to search for the body, but instead found an empty room. Haefwin’s body was nowhere to be found. The dragon’s body was also missing from the scene. A couple eagle eyed members of the group, Amkissra and Daylen, noticed that where the body should have landed were subtle signs of a cover up. We found a colossal horde of treasure and split it up among the group. Shortly afterward, we were interrupted by a stranger.
A hairy man, built like a bear, walked into the room and told us that we needed to leave immediately. We told him we were not going to be leaving until we found our dwarven friend. He insisted we leave and we followed him out of the castle and to a cave, tucked into the folds of a nearby mountain. We entered in to an already lit fire, the smell of stew, and a familiar smiling face.
Haefwin did not die when the castle fell. Instead, he was thrown into a snowdrift and was knocked unconscious before being found by our new friend, who introduced himself only as Dalo.
He told us we could rest there for the night, but we must leave the next morning. He informed us we were located in the Spine of the World, and that the trade routes of the dwarves, whom had a mining operation farther north, were our only way out of the valley. Brogdah, during the course of our conversation, and after some needed spices in the soup, noticed that Dalo was a member of the Emerald Enclave. He flashed his leaf towards the man and then proceeded outside to have a conversation with him. After some time and explaining by Haefwin of what really happened, Brogdah returned, but Dalo was nowhere to be found. Brogdah had communed with nature and knew much about our surroundings. Orcs to the West, a thin connection between the planes to the East, the dwarves to the North, and a group of frost giants led by a jarl named Brunvild smack dab in the middle of it all.
Brogdah told us that Dalo was headed out and was going to convince the Frost giants to not join the cult and the forces of Tiamat. The giants were prime candidates to join and the Dragon Goddess’s army didn’t need to be any bigger. We were going to help Dalo in this, but the sun dropped earlier in the day, making it near impossible for travel for the party.
The next day, around 7 in the morning, hours before the sun rose, Dalo came back. He was riddled with arrowheads, presents from the orcs during the course of the night. We put two and two together and figured out that Dalo was a werebear. He told us it is not safe for us here and we need to leave. We told him of our intention to help him with the Frost giants, but he told us it was his problem to deal with.
When the sun came up we headed in a Northerly direction by way of the space between the Frost giants and the orc encampment. Travel was slow and strenuous due to the harsh conditions, but we would spend the night within the confines of Crow’s folding boat, which had a cabin for us to be in.
During our travel north, we encountered a lone tent and a rope suspended in mid-air. After seeing this, we figured out it was a Rope Trick spell. An unseen room was above the rope, but we did not know who was inside. We could see the tent had a sign on it from Waterdeep, so whoever was in there, had been to Waterdeep at some point. We surrounded the rope, out of sight from the dimensional hole, and waited. Finally, Ushen stuck his head in and was immediately hit…by a shoe. The frightened man inside, we found out, was named Allac. He was a researcher that was looking into a colony of Yeti’s that lived in the mountains not too far from here to the East. We told him to be careful, and then we were on our way.
Another day later and we ran into a group of three frost giants surrounding a young white dragon. We started to walk around the scene that was unfolding, as it was none of our business and more hassle than what it was worth, but then Roderick brought up his crossbow, thinking about the moral implications in his mind. Ushen, with his vampiric speed appeared in front of Roderick’s crossbow stopping him from shooting.
“Does anyone else see a problem with this?” Ushen asked the group. Brogdah slowly raised his hand.
The frost giants had, at this point, grabbed the dragon by the neck and were walking off with it.
“We’ll buy it off of you!” Ushen shouted.
This intrigued the frost giants, who stopped and asked what we could do for them. Ushen noticed their weapons were crude and worn. We offered them a magic hammer and a magic spear in exchange for the dragon, who they would have most likely have been beaten into submission as a plaything for their amusement. They left the dragon with us and walked away.
Daylen attempted to speak to the dragon, but it was too scared. It spit a cone of frost on part of the party before we let it go. It was about to take off when Daylen cast a spell on it, slowing it’s movement. Then Crow used his abilities to teleport to the dragon’s back, causing it to fall to the ground. We discussed it and decided there was no reason to have it with us, so we let it go.
Another day went by without any event, but at the end of the night, Ushen was getting hungry. With no game in sight and using our blood was not an option, Brogdah used his connection with nature and the Enclave to summon three elk outside of the boat. Brogdah motioned towards Ushen and pointed outside. Ushen fed and Brogdah was there to comfort him.
The next day, we made it to a part of the tundra with something we did not expect to see. An altar was before us, in the middle of nowhere. Most of the group offered something on the altar. Precious gems, items, and even blood. Some offered up a prayer and others stood back and did not offer anything.
At that moment, all of us entered into another space altogether. We were still in the tundra, but there was no altar and no one else with us. The snow kicked up and in front of the lone party members was Tiamat. We all reacted differently, but in the end, we all were attacked by Tiamat and knocked out or left standing there, bewildered by her presence. We all woke up again, next to the altar and our party.
Ushen was still standing, unlike most of the group, and went to help up Sarissa. When he reached his hand out to the warlock, he noticed that his arm was not decaying anymore, but the rest of his body remained the same. The curse that he had been struck with not a week before had begun to remove itself. Shocked by what happened, he began to explain what happened when he say Tiamat. He prayed to his goddess, The Raven Queen, and she answered his call. Then as he was explaining this, the snow kicked up again and we all expected the worst. Tiamat did not appear again, but instead, a slender, pale woman, clad in black appeared before us. Ushen and some others immediately knelt. It is usually customary to do so in front of a god.
Ushen made a plea to his Goddess and implored her to remove this curse from him. If not for his sake, it would be for her glory. She reached her hand out towards him and held the cleric’s hand. She touched his forehead with a finger and a thin line of silver began to come out of his skin. She pulled it farther and farther away until Ushen’s spirit was hovering above his body. She surged her power through his body and the cure for the vampirism moved from his arm to the rest of his body. She shoved his spirit back into his body and then vanished.
Ushen fell back and thanked his goddess before breaking down and crying. The curse finally lifted, he no longer feared for himself or his companions. Members of the group rushed to embrace Ushen as he cried tears of joy. The ever thoughtful, Brogdah, took out a vial of holy water, warmed it up enough to melt it and poured it on Ushen’s arm. it burned, but only because it was so damn cold out. The curse was gone!