Timeline: ??? Feywild merged
As we reached our destination, I felt us skid to a stop. Dan began to explain where we were going when I heard some shouting and pounding on the door.
As we opened the hatch to see what was happening, a disheveled looking gnome covered in a seemingly-freshly skinned jaguar pelt and thong stumbled in, rambling about drugs and us bothering him.
As I looked closer, I recognized him as El Chuch, the gnome who had rescued us from the collapsed Guardians of Lore fortress. But what on earth was he doing here? How had he managed to survive so long alone in the Feywild?
Before I could ask any questions, Dan proclaimed that Ashava had told him that the dagger was upriver, and El Chuch responded that he could get us there if we promised a good time. I almost forgot to mention that Dan had apparently created some “mini-Korbin” out of ice like he had created that simulacrum of himself. Hope he doesn’t ever try that on me, it gives me the creeps. Oh, and one of the soldiers came along, but their contribution isn’t really much for the narrative, so don’t worry too much about that.
We eventually came upon a bridge where Korbin was ambushed by kobolds in the trees and a troll across the river. The bridge broke as he fell into the water, not that he was in any danger of drowning. I tossed a fireball upwards to kill the kobolds while the others took care of the troll with several blows and arrows. We began to move on, though Dan found some skin carving on the troll that he said was Draconic. At first, I thought it was just that the troll was affiliated with kobolds, but I’d soon be proven wrong. Throughout our journey, El Chuch kept pointing out different hazards and kept describing creatures with bizarre names and descriptors I’d never heard of. I guess things are more different in the Feywild than I thought.
We soon came upon a beach leading into a great lake. Several of us swam, while Dan chose to fly. I summoned Chamomile to carry me through the sky. Soon, I heard Ethel begin screaming in panic, furiously scrubbing her arms. I flew down to pick her up by the foot, worried that whatever was going on could spread. She moaned that she was blind and some fungus was the cause. Unlucky break. Unfortunately, without Lyanna, we had nobody who could cure her ailment.
As we travelled on, I saw a treasure chest appear in the water. I’m a little ashamed to admit that I hadn’t seen a treasure chest in quite a while and I got a little overexcited, so I flew down to investigate. Something seemed off though, why was this chest just floating in the water? I blasted it open from a distance with an eldritch beam from my finger, just in case it was a trap.
Spoilers, it was. We were blasted with some kind of poison spray from underneath the water. Korbin managed to kill the creatures, tiny green dragons, save one who fled. Way more powerful than I’d expect, a side-effect of the Feywild? There was no treasure unfortunately, just another note in Draconic. Starting to gather that we’d be swarmed by dragons for the rest of our stay in this particular region. Makes me miss the owlbears.
We finally came to a great mass of rock that we began to scale. On top of the mountain was none other than a huge green dragon and the tiny dragon who had clearly come to warn it. After a quick skirmish, we took a look around to see other mountains similar to this one in a semi-circle around this great lake. And, off in the distance, we saw many dragons swirling around our destination. We had a long way to go.
As we began setting up in a small cave on the mountain, I turned to find that El Chuch had disappeared as quickly as he had stumbled back into our lives. Had he drunkenly fallen off the cliff? Can’t blame him though, a dragon gauntlet wasn’t exactly high on my bucket list.