Miss Victoria's School for Girls

Into the Lizard Lands

Once everyone stopped trying to kill us, we got a chance to look around and ask some questions. Sassay noticed a locked office that was heavily guarded, so of course we had to check it out. Shen went in and found a crate that was bolted to the ground, but couldn’t figure out what its deal was. She came back and let us know, and we figured it was worth investigating, so Shen cast some kind of stealth spell on us, Sassay made it sound like there was a woman screaming outside, and we snuck into the office. Grontina checked out the box and immediately realized it was on hinges. She opened it and it revealed a tunnel! Being the adventuring girls that we are, we had to see where it went.

It opened up into a clearing where there were a bunch of gross lizardfolk. Shen made a windwall which messed up their javelins, and then Sassay scared them so much that a couple ran across the sharp pointy ground and bled out. It was kind of awesome. We killed them all except one, and between them they had 17 goddamned copper pieces. God I hate fighting poor people.

We tied up the last guy and Sassay cast comprehend languages to interrogate him. Unfortunately, the lizardman couldn’t understand any language we could speak. Fortunately, Sassay was able to convey her interrogations through interpretive dance. He told us that they take boxes to the dragon, Voaragh Amanthar. That Farblex Spattergoo makes them carry the boxes. And he killed Sun Caller. He wants us to kill Farblex and then the lizard people will be helpful to us and take us to the castle. I guess Farblex is some kind of frog thing? Our new friend Varel and Sassay make a deal, and we let him go back to his tribe. Grontina and Anastasia insisted we go back and cover our tracks, so we spent two freaking hours going back and forth, and then instead of sleeping in the inn, we slept out in the swamp. Great. Anastasia had some freaky dream about finding the keys to the masks and the sermon of the scrolls. I had no idea what she was talking about. But apparently Strongor created the Rings of Myrkul and wrote a set of sermons call the Dark Sermons of Strongor Bonebinder. And Grontina confimed that the entire swamp reeks of undead. We’ve got to find those lizard people and get them to help us through this swamp.

Over the river and through the woods
(to crazy pants camp we go)

We were driving along through the snow towards Deadmen Keep, minding our own business, when we hit an icy patch and Grontina crashed us. Then we got attacked by some kind of troll thingy and his pet lizards! Grontina almost got killed (again), but thanks to my newly learned Scorching Ray spell, we dispatched the ugly brutes and got to work fixing the cart with some mending spells.

After a short rest, Grontina summoned a celestial horse and pulled us out of the muck. Shen and Sassay came back with some loot they found in the troll cave: 7 chess pieces made of rose quartz (worth 25 gp each), a scroll of spider climb (I took it), a potion of heroism (Grontina took it), a potion of diminution (Anastasia took it), a +1 temperate possessive dagger (Waknona took it (It’s called Sorcur’s Succor and it’s weird and makes Waknona warm and love it too much)), 2000 cp, and 60 ep.

We tried to keep going, but we hadn’t gotten sleep in forever and we all were so exhausted that finally about mid-day we had to pull over to get some real rest. During the night, everyone thought it would be funny to play pranks on each other, so Grontina got her legs tied together, Waknona had charcoal all over her face, and my hair was tied to my sleeping bag. Rude! Waknona took 5 gp and a chess piece into the forest, thinking to offer them to whatever fey spirit was messing with us, and indeed, a cute little dragon took the stuff and vanished! We all recovered, finished our long rest, and got back on the road.

We drove on for like three more days, and it just got more humid and swampy and gross. Diary, I am SOOOO TIRED of casting prestidigitation on myself just to keep myself fresh and clean. Finally, we came upon a caravansary. I got out to see about trading for supplies, and then suddenly this crazy lady came out of nowhere and starting yelling at me about how I had killed her “honey badger”. We tried to talk them out of it, but they wouldn’t listen to reason and started attacking! She was so mad! Some mage friend of hers paralyzed Grontina with a Hold Person spell, but Waknona ran up to him and made him laugh so much he lost the spell. The crazy lady kept at me until she knocked me down, and I was literally dying, but Anastasia helpfully healed me back up. Oh my gods, there were so many of them! But finally we prevailed.

All we found on them were 15 sp and some dragon pendants. What the shit. I hate this place already. We tied them all up after taking away their weapons, and Grontina stomped off to find someone who would talk to us without also stabbing me in the face. We’ll see what happens with that.

Daggerford & One Night in Waterdeep.
no, seriously

Monday we arrived in Daggerford, and right off the bat, Sass and Miss Winny slipped into the shadows and went off to do little people things. Meanwhile, Annie decided to do some shopping. Miss TIna went to go check out the new recruits and Brit-Brit and I decided to tag along.
Gruntina tried to flirt with this sullen looking guy with a stupid looking cap with ear flaps. He brushed her off, and we thought he might be from Thay. I remembered history class with Mrs. Fruffnine, and recalled what I could remember about the Thay region and political strife. It’s mostly swamps now, not very nice, and bunch of red wizards and necromancers and the like live there. We weren’t surprised when he joined up with the cultists.
After several puns about Thay, a mysterious Gnome caught my eye. Miss TIna went up to talk to her and found out her name was Jamna. (We found out later that she was part of the Zentarim or the Dark Network or something like that. Spooky!)

Thursday morning, the others were eating their daily rations of nasty-ass gruel, when Jamny rushed up and fished a tiny piece of bone out off Sassay’s bowl. She said it was placed there by the cultist but several of the girls were suspicious… either way, the girls finally have seen the light and have joined me on the all natural goodberry diet. It both clears the skin as well as provides exactly what your body needs for a healthy lifestyle, AND it’s gluten free!
Sass and TIna stormed off to go inform the others of the dangers of terrible food while the others looked through their bowls to try and find more bone thingys. None were found and Annie was worried she might have swallowed one already.

Anywho, tonight Jamny joined us again to discuss what we all had learned. She had found out more about Castle Nertar to the north of Waterdeep in the Mere of Deadmen. It sounds just as pleasant as you think. Britbrit chimed in and told us that Sorcur had built it and after he left, Astronomers had installed some sort of magical device called the Farseer of Illusk or something like that. It sounds to me like a big version of a looking glass like the sea captains use.

Friday night, after I had finished my watch, Sassay tiptoes in and asks if I can cast pass without trace on her. I figure she’s probably going to go sneak around a bit more, and I trust her, so I sleepily do so and fall back asleep.

Saturday morning we were awoken by someone screaming bloody murder. Literally. We found out that one of the cultist had been stabbed with a short sword. I glanced at Sassay but she whispered to me she had just put the bone thingy into one of the cultist’s mouth last night. I knew the sword wasn’t Sassay. It was just a sloppy mess of someone trying to set us up.
There was a big uproar, and the caravan master tried to settle every one down. Old ugly hat gets involved and quiets the cultists. Uneasy, everyone drifts off and we hurry back to camp. Miss Tina finds a bloody dagger in Sassay’s bag and Brit does some quick thinking and prestidigitates it clean in a heartbeat before anyone can see.

Saturday eve Annie decided we needed a Girls Night Out away from the camp so we brought out our makeup kits and tried out the latest looks on Grontina. (The Charcoal eye shadow really brings out her eyes.) We waited to see if Jamna would join us, but she never did. Annie and I were disappointed.

Monday it rained.

Friday BritBrit’s roots were growing out, so we decided on a new color.

Tuesday saw us just a few more days from WaterDeep! I’m so excited! I can’t wait to stay in an actual room again and to explore the city i’ve always heard of!

Waterdeep, fantastical city
And the city don’t know what the city is getting
The creme de la creme of the adventuring world
In a show with everything but dead cultists

Well, fuck. So, we got to Waterdeep towards dusk last night, we went off to get lodging in the Golden Harp Inn right next to the caravansary. We met up with Leosin and he introduced us to Laeral Sliverhand. We all started discussing plans around the cultists’ next move when Wiknowna and Sassy walk in with Jamna! Seems like they were prowling around and bumped into her. She wanted to join the council but Lady Sliverhand seemed less than thrilled. Jamny left and Sass followed behind in the shadows.

After our meeting we went back outside to find the cultists caravan was gone! We noticed a trail of coins and ran after it, but the trail quickly ran cold, so we headed back. We had almost made it back to the inn when Sass caught up with us. She had left the coin trail. We hurried back to where she had followed the cultists, but they had already left, apparently with a “scaly” woman headed towards the north. Sigh.

Annie got all high and mighty with the local cartwright, and I have to admit it was pretty impressive. Ultimately, we bought a carriage and two horses, Wildfleet and Tabitha, to take us out of the city.

Please forgive the sloppy handwriting. It’s really, really difficult to write while bouncing along in a_____ [dark jagged line runs from the end of the last letter off the edge of the page]

The Caravan to Daggerford
A dat cu mucii-n fasole

Dragă Jurnal,
I have been with the girls for a couple of weeks now and I have to admit, they are more competent than I had originally thought. But there is still…dificultăți. It was notable that Shen and Wiknowna actually agreed on something last week, that we should not yet report on what we suspect the Dragon Cult is transporting until we know more about it.

The caravan paused for quite a while, which gave us time a freca menta…to pray and exercise and paint our nails. I do not know if it is working or not, but Shen seems to be trying to patch things up with Wiknowna. Perhaps so, but they still are not, as you say, thick as thieves.

After a week’s travels, we screeched to a halt; the caravan’s scouts, who should have been watching for danger, spotted a majestic stag in a bucolic field near the trail. And all the fools took off into the woods to try to bring it back as a trophy. The girls send Ebony to scout, and while Gruntina and I were suspicious, Shen and Waknowna dashed ahead to track the trackers. We followed through a particularly treacherous patch of forest (and if the grass stains don’t come out of this skirt from where I fell, I will be furious.)

Then there were shouts and screams. Of course, the hunting fools had been captured in web traps by giant spiders and ettercaps. We dispatched the spiders, saved the men we could, retrieved the bodies of the unlucky, and found some nice gemstones from a former victim in the cocoons as reward. (I secreted away the Moonstone; they’re my favorite, for obvious reasons. I want this one made into a necklace.)

Ebony returned to us from scouting with a golden feather. We asked Lasfelro, the gargoyle keeper, what it meant, and he said it was probably “just a blessing.” We asked the elven brothers Noohar and Selvek if they knew, and they smirked and said it was probably just a blessing. (Perhaps from Correlon Larethian, which would make sense in several ways.)

After this you would think the guards would be more careful; but when we discovered two busty young girls (Arietta and Zalene) camping out here with a slightly fishy story about traveling for a funeral…suddenly their balls were bigger than their brains again. Granted, even though we were suspicious, everything about them seemed ordinary, so perhaps I can’t fault them too much for that. But when the guard Kent was discovered in the morning, ritually slaughtered in his tent and butchered for his meat…perhaps they will think twice. We burnt what was left of him and pray his soul is at peace.

(I thank Selûne for the strength to put him to rest, my medical trainers for the experience to keep it together despite the gore, and to the palace staff for letting me watch when they had to butcher the horses that winter. And I am also glad that I did not have to…well, you know.)

The mood of the caravan was somber and anxious, and may remain so for a time. So when we found a man buried up to his neck at a crossroads, we made certain to stop the caravan, keep the guard alert and went to explore without them. Written across his face “OATHBREAKER”…even if he were that kind of punishment is inhumane. He was still alive, so we did our best to dig him out and keep the caravan from approaching. He claimed his fianceé’s brothers buried him here, but it was clear, at least to me, that was not the reason. And when we discovered a tattoo of the Harp on his arm, it became even more suspicious.

Carlon Omiphel, is the man’s name. When we send a message back to Miss Victoria, we will ask about his credentials. We discovered that he was spying on the Dragon Cult as well, and that the caravan he was on was carrying treasure as well. Perhaps our suspicions about a hoard is right. He said they were traveling to Naerytar, but we don’t yet know where that is, I don’t believe.

Today we will pull into Daggerford. We pieced together what we knew about the area into some block text:

“The town takes its name from a 400-year-old legend about a boy named Tyndal who fended off a tribe of lizardfolk with only a dagger. The first community was built along the shores of the river at that spot. All the Dukes of Daggerford claim to be descended from Tyndal. Construction of Castle Daggerford atop the ruined remnants of Morlin Castle begins immediately after the fall of previous Duke of Callador and the ducal site is relocated here from Delimbiyran.”

And after all that, diary, I am Varză and am going to rest for a bit. Fie ca zeița să ne binecuvânteze. (Fee-ay Cah Zee-itse sa ne bee-nay-coo-van-tay-zay.)

Huge Group of Girls

Today was a weird day, diary.

It felt like we had been trudging through the mud and rain forever. I had cast prestidigitate so many times on my suede boots that I was entering into some kind of fugue state. Finally, we found an inn, but it was not particularly welcoming.

First off, the second we got there, a bird flew in with a message for Kynthia. Apparently, she had some kind of family emergency and needed to go home immediately. And so, she left. And just like that, our group of 5 girls was now 4. I mean, Kynthia and I weren’t exactly besties or anything, but still. It felt weird and unsettling.

So then when we entered the inn and this bitchy judge and his friends were like “None of you common folk can share our space with us,” I was just not having it. I tried plying them with my countless charms, but when they called Grontina our pet orc and started questioning our heritage, it was on.

As soon as my girls drew their weapons, the ‘judge’ and his pals threw off their robes to reveal that they were girls too! So 4 girls turned into 8! And then who should walk in the front door but the Ice Tsarina of Miss Victoria’s herself, Anastasia! Plus some other girl from school who looked vaguely familiar. [DM’s Note: Waknona, the ‘k’ is silent.) And then this weird girl who stood in the corner and didn’t do anything when people attacked her. Teresa, I think? Someone’s cousin, maybe. So now there were 11 girls! It was a nasty girl fight, but when the dust settled we were once again victorious. Our only casualty was Teresa, who disappeared somewhere.

In the fold of one of those nasty girls’ robe, we found a picture of some guy with tattoos all over his face and some kind of stamp for a secret society or something. Not sure what that was all about. My eyes were on the 10 perfect amethysts we found. So pretty! We also went through their room and found a bunch of disguise kits and a nice staff. I already have my pretty glowy one, so I let Shen have it.

We get a well-deserved night’s rest and then head off with the Caravan again. Sassay and her new bestie (what is her name?) went sneaking off to eavesdrop, and quickly learned that there was a plot to assassinate me. Me! What did I ever do? In fear of my life, I let the other girls talk me into dying my hair this ugly shade of black. It just looks… wrong. But apparently it fooled whatever awful thug was trying to kill me, because I’m still here. To be safe, I left the cart I was guarding and started hanging out with that green girl, Esma. She totally isn’t the kind of girl I would’ve hung out with in school, but she’s pretty cool, actually, and she definitely makes me feel better about my ugly hair and the fact that Shen is hanging out with Anastasia instead of me. I’m going to try to help her get fixed so she’s not green anymore.

Some of the other girls went and bought birds, and there was this whole drama about the silk cart being full of worms, but frankly, diary, I can’t muster up the energy to write all about it. But I guess we’ve got a pet parrot named Latisha and a Raven named Ebony now. Hooray.

We got to Dragonspear and decided we wanted to try to have a look at what those Dragon cultists were carrying. Their stuff was in a heavily guarded warehouse, but Shen had the idea of transforming into some kind of teeny creature and checking it out. She turned into a cat, and slipped into the barn. [DM’s Note: Shen absolutely, positively did NOT tell the rest of the girls about being a spider.] Shen was acting really strange when she got back to us, talking a little crazy, but we did manage to get out of her that it seemed like the cultists were carrying a huge amount of treasure. I’m not really sure how that helps us, but there you go.

On the Road Again

Dear Diary,

It felt like we’d been stuck in town forever trying to figure out what to do. I mean, I liked it in Baldur’s Gate. The shops actually have semi-decent stuff and there are one or two bars that are super fun, but the girls said we have to keep moving and following these dragon cult guys. Ugh, I guess.

So this morning, we headed to the caravansary to try to get ourselves hired as guards. The obviously sketchy people who are clearly the cultists were like, uh, no girls, so we hired on with other wagons. Kynthia and Grontina hired on with some elf lady who’s into chicks and carrying wood. I’m not into older elf women the way they obviously are, so I took a pass. There were a bunch of other carts, one of which was transporting this green girl who is apparently a victim of a wild magic accident. OMG what if that happened to meeeeeee? I’d kill myself, I’m pretty sure.

Shen and I hired on with a silk merchant who was kinda boring, but there’s also this super tall hot guy called, I kid you not, “The Pole”. Shen says it’s because he’s tall and wields a pole arm, but I’m not so sure. I think I may figure it out by the time this trip is over if you know what I mean, diary.

We traipse dalong for a couple of days. I’m in charge of the guards, which is awesome, because I totally get to tell everyone what to do. After a couple of days we came across a caravan being attacked by hobgoblins. We were like, “We totally got this”, but we kinda totally didn’t. They were tough! Shen and I got knocked out again. I blame Sassay. If she helped instead of getting drunk on the ale cart, we would’ve got them. But anyway we finally killed them and helped out the cute little hallooing family they were trying to kill, and they had 5 sets of chainmail, 5 shields, 5 swords, 5 longbows, and 5 gold.

The next day it rained which was cold and gross and Kynthia didn’t sleep at all. But fortunately nothing bad happened that day (except more damn rain). When we woke up, we were surrounded by mushrooms (gross) that screamed when we stepped on them (double gross). They were really irritating and disturbing. Kynthia tried to burn them but was wracked with grief at killing them. I don’t know why she was so emotional. I just kept killing them no matter how much they screamed.

The next night was super cold and miserable, but thank the gods we found an inn! Unfortunately, it’s full of a foppish judge and his aristocratic cronies who don’t really want to share. I can’t say I blame them. We’re wet and we smell bad. The merchants in our caravan are restless, but I think me and Shen can talk them into this. No wrinkly old judge can resist our feminine wiles.

Dragons, Ponies, and Cultists

Good morning dearest diary!

For some reason we’re still in the crazy hatchling cave. I awoke covered in the gorgeous sheets of Frulam Mondath, the woman might be evil as all get out, but girl does she know how to live in comfort! After a quick breakfast the girls and I set out on our mission again, at least that’s what I’d thought was going to happen. Brit-Brit had wanted to complete our search of the cave. Well, so we did that instead.

We discovered a terrible meat cave (THE SMELL diary, the smell…), and a cave where some Kobolds may have slept. I was getting close to suggesting we leave when Shen found some eggs! No, not the breakfast kind. But like me sized eggs! Leathery eggs, that must be dragon-y or drake-y. Kynthia had been ready to check them when a voice started laughing darkly, and hungrily. Hidden from the shadows, I sent my dancing lights as close to the girls in the pit they’d climbed into. The voice taunted Grontina, saying that Half-Orcs are quite delectable. Gross. I could hear the girls trying to convince the … Thing, of letting them learn what its contracts were. And letting the voice know of the fact that Purple dress had left. The thing looks like a stalagmite, has tons of writhing tentacles. Gross, gross, gross! Turns out the thing is called a Roper? With some quick words Shen convinces the thing to go off and eat some of the rotten meat from the previously aforementioned meat room.

DragonEggs_Black.jpgDragon Eggs! Grontina started smashing eggs left and right, but Kynthia and I convinced her to leave one that we could take back to town. However during our debate on the subject of keeping it, Kynthia dropped it. Well. Instead of getting a baby dragon, we spent the rest of the day burning the corpses from the mercenary camp. Woo. Hoo. 

The following day we returned to Greenest, me in my finest black garb. We were treated as returning heroes with provisions, free room for the night, and baths for some of us to wash the guilt of the day before off. Going downstairs for dinner, we are met by Governor Nighthill, advising us that Leosin had left arrangements for us to get horses! When Shen went down to the stables, I followed her and instantly fell in love with Amber! Chestnut brown, and with gorgeous eyes! I instantly began placing pink and purple bows in her now-braided hair! Shen told me she loved that and scritches behind her left ear! Happy!

On the next morning, fashionably dressed for riding we rode out of Greenist towards Elturel. Several days later, when setting up camp for the night the girls and I noticed a giant star on the horizon. Turns out its called Amonitor’s Blessing? I didn’t want to ask about it too much. But Kynthia knew it was something about a Sun god blessing thing? None of us really listened apparently. 


As we neared the city we contemplated our task to find Aunthar Froom. Riding through the city gates, Grontina immediately informed a guard about our search for him. Well, that surprisingly turned out to be lucky. They told us we could find him at The Pair of Black Antlers, a strangely named Tavern, and off we went. 

The Crawling Turtle Arms, the name of the Inn nearest the tavern was our first stop to stable for two nights. Then, we head over to the tavern. Sadly, thanks to Grontia, I now remember a good portion of the early evening. Ch4_OntharrFrume.jpgAfter a rousing musical number and several drinks we met Aunthar who is an impressive drinker and amusing fellow! He asked us to meet him again the next night for more drinks and a plan. 

After procuring some libations from my family’s brewery we met Aunthar Froom and Leosin. It turns out both of them are working for two orders set on finding out what the Tiamat Worshipers are up to and stopping them. Their current plan was to send some operatives (us) to Baldur’s Gate to inspect their shipments and see what we could learn. So we’re to head out by ship to B.G., which is apparently not a horse-friendly place. Turns out that will be helpful in infiltrating their caravan. Also, Shen, Brit-Brit, and I joined the Harpers – an order associated with Miss Victoria’s. Kynthia joined the Iron Fist or something of Aunthar Froom. 

Baldurs_Entry.jpgUpon arriving at the, like, poorer areas of B.G, I split off from the girls as I saw a man carrying a palanquin who seemed very familiar. Asking him if we’ve ever met before, he seemed as confused as I did. I caught a glimpse of the woman he was carrying, a dark-skinned woman whose skin seemed somehow oily and her gaze bothered me once it fell upon me. I doubled back to tell Shen about it, before heading off to investigate further. 

The girls meanwhile went off to talk with Akin Selivan to see if they could infiltrate the current shipment from the Tiamat cult. He pointed them at the northern districts where they might be able to find the caravan. 

My wanderings brought me to the Caravansary (is that actually a word, or did this town make it up?), and to the main office of their work house. Disguised as a sturdy looking Halfling man I inquired about how to get work in caravan guarding. According to the busy-looking man beyond the counter, people can show up in the morning to apply for work. So that’s clearly going to be our morning plan. 

Returning to meet up with the girls, we had some dinner at our Inn, and as I settled into a post-dinner drink out front, I saw the Palanquin from earlier! Pursuing it through city, it stopped at the Copper Flail, where some shady dealings apparently go down. Despite my investigation, I couldn’t find out what their dealings were. 

Kynthia provided the inspiration on where I knew the man from. She had seen some of the cultists from the camp, here in the city! Clearly my guy was also one of them. With that we’ve decided to settle into the city and take watch over the Caravansary. Once we see our opportunity we’re likely to take it!

Well diary, I’m going to get some rest. Sassay, away. 


Creepy Frulam

Ch1_FrulamMondath.jpgOmg diary, I almost forgot to write what happened yesterday! There isn’t much time so I’ll be brief. We had to go back in that stupid cultist cave AGAIN, and the second we entered, Shen got a faceful of spears. They brought reinforcements.

Of course I put them to sleep but then creepy Frulam Mondath was there! And she woke them up! And we tried to kill her but she started doing this extra creepy thing where smoky dragons appeared all around her and anyone who tried to hit her got all woozy. We killed all her guards and stuff, and she got a way. Stupid creepy Frulam. So then we went into her room (which we had totally missed last time) and took all her stuff. Oh, and hey look, a stairway down!

Into the Opening

Dear diary,

When I imagined my life as an adventurer, I always pictured myself riding a dragon or a unicorn, smiting evil creatures with a wave of my perfectly manicured hand, and then flying back to my ivory tower on the hill. Never in all my classes in Miss Victoria’s did I hear anyone mention how… dirty and messy it all is. I’m not meaning to criticize Miss Victoria, but I just think someone should have mentioned it.

I mean, we had just gotten back from that filthy, kobold-infested little cult encampment and I had barely had time to make a stunning staff of light with that gem we got when Leosin told us we had to turn right back around and go BACK to kobold-land. Really, Leosin? Really? I was feeling just completely over it, but Grontina got excited about it. She somehow seems all… I don’t know, purposeful now, or something. Whatever has gotten into her, she’s actually taking care of her appearance more now, so whatever it is is fine by me.

So anyways, yes. Leosin wants us to go back to the awful camp and figure out what’s in the mysterious cave in the back, then bring that information to Elturel. OK, crazy dragon dude. FINE. So, we traipse off that way, and wouldn’t you know it we soon started smelling smoke, and when we got to the camp, it was all burnt out and mostly abandoned. We had had a whole devious stealth strategy and everything, but we didn’t even need it. Sassay just bopped in and befriended a medium cute hunter named Grant who told us they all just up and took off! The ones that didn’t go into the cave, anyway. Right. The cave.

We snuck our way into the cave (thanks to Sassay’s uncanny sneakiness) and almost immediately get attacked by Dragonklaws. I freeze one of their faces off! That was kind of neat. Shen got a little too excited by all the blood while she was in her kitty form, but she’s just so cute I can’t stay scared of her.

As per usual, Kynthia trips and triggers a trap, which sends us into this gross moldy area where these disgusting mushrooms tried to infest us or something. Super creepy. We hack them to bits, and then choose the left fork in the road,

Moving forward, something smells foul, so of course kitty Shen runs forward to investigate and gets completely swarmed by a bunch of giant mosquito thingies! You know how I hate bugs, diary! I swear my sleep incantation was like 2 octaves higher than normal, but thank GOD I did it right and those gross things all fell to the ground. I tried to make the others feel like they helped too, but I know it was me that saved dear Shen.

With all the noise, we attracted a group of nasty little kobolds, so I put them to sleep too. That spell is way too much fun. It comes in so handy when we sneak into Grontina’s tent to dip her hand in a bowl of water while she’s resting.

After that, Shen cleverly found a trap BEFORE we set it off (we’re learning!) and we headed into the next room that had a bunch of nasty drakes in this little pit area, and of course once again a bunch of kobolds run in and start harassing us. Until of course, I put them to sleep again. I was starting to feel like this was going to be a piece of cake. Little did I know.

We took a short rest (not because of my spells this time) and headed through what appeared to be the barracks into a creepy room with a big shrine to Tiamat and Langdedrosa Cyanwrath, that big half-dragon who so hilariously trounced Grontina back at Greenest! I was kind of hoping he would just smush Grunty and leave again, but instead he and his two ugly Barbarian friends tried to kill us!

Oh my gosh that was the scariest fight we’ve been in yet! Remembering my lessons, I realized that Cyanwrath, as a blue half-dragon would be immune to lightning. But of course his friends weren’t! I used a skill I’d never tried before, and doubled my Witch Bolt spell to zap both of them! The only problem was – I couldn’t do anything else! Diary, so much energy poured through my petite little frame I felt like I was going to collapse from exhaustion like the poor horse that has to carry Grontina! Meanwhile, Grontina herself drew all the attention and went down so many times (never thought I’d say that!), but always Kynthia managed to heal her back up, while Shen fell to the ground more times than the night she smuggled mead into the homecoming ball, and Sassay did… stuff. She was so sneaky I couldn’t tell what!

Finally, we were victorious, and we celebrated by setting off a trap and nearly poisoning ourselves to death in an acid cloud. (We’re still learning!) I put my foot down and said that I wouldn’t take one more step without a long rest, so we [DM Edit] carefully threaded our way back out of the caves and retreated to a safe distance from the encampment before bedding down. I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to sleeping on the ground [/DM], but honestly I’m so tired now I’d even let Kynthia sleep next to me. Goodnight, dear diary.

Loot found:

  • 2 scimitars (off the Dragonklaws)
  • a bunch (how many?) of slings and daggers off the various kobolds
  • In the barracks: 38 gp, 152 sp, 704 cp, and 4 dragon amulets worth 50,60,70, and 10 (or 100 to the right buyer)
    In the trapped chest:
  • String of pearls – 300 gp
  • gold and sapphire ring – 900 gp
  • pouch with stones worth 100 gp
    On Cyanwrath and the barbarians:
  • splint mail
  • greatsword
  • spear
  • leather armor (2)
  • greataxe (2)

Something in there needs an identify, but I can’t remember what.

Skin of Our Teeth
Wherein we make several terrible plans, then abandon them

Dearest Miss Victoria,

I could use your advice, as my thoughts are all in a jumble. We accomplished something good today, but I remain vexed.

Continuing our quest to help the people of Greenest, we followed the dragon army to their secluded mesa headquarters. There had been some harsh words and actions among our party after an excessively trying day, so we all got a good night’s sleep before setting out on a rescue operation.

Oh, you would be proud of us, I think! Shen very neatly scouted the enemy fortifications in her animal form, and together, the group of us devised a plan to infiltrate the enemy camp using the badges we’d liberated from some of those naughty bandits. We posed as bandits ourselves! We had to talk Shen out of disguising herself as a horse. That girl loves to shape-change! I suppose I can’t blame her. The other girls disguised me as a boy. Nobody saw through my disguise. I was a little disappointed.

And oh, my goodness! I can’t believe those silly bandits actually fell for our ruse! Sassay and Brittania are really very good at tricking stupid boys.

But we faced such danger! Enemies on every side! Somewhere nearby, there was a half-dragon champion who’d soundly thrashed me in combat just days before. I shiver to imagine facing him again. Sassay braved the masses of kobolds, mercenaries, and cultists to discover the location of Master Leosin. If only I could blend into a crowd so well.

Miss Victoria, Leosin had been enslaved and tortured! I’ve rarely been so angry in my whole life, not even at Brit-Brit after you-know-what! The girls put their heads together and came up with a plan to replace some of the guards on the slave tent.

Yes, you read that properly: a slave tent! The stupid dragon army had taken helpless people – people with homes and families! – captive! One of them had just died, and his corpse was to have been fed to drakes! We intercepted an order to remove the body, and replaced the guards who were going to do it.

Kynthia, Brit-Brit, and I bluffed our way into the tent, where we found Leosin! Oh, he was in a state! We gave him a healing potion and set about releasing him. It was clear to me, though, that our duty went further. The tent was filled with other slaves. We had to rescue them!

While the three of us tried to make a plan, Shen and Sassay were doing their best to keep us undiscovered. They apparently succeeded, as Brit-Brit was able to use her “charm” to trick a guard into an ambush inside the tent. And then another guard! This led me to believe that these dragon cultists can’t be too bright… although now that I’ve written that down, I suppose that’s a redundant concept, isn’t it?

What happened next, though… Brit-Brit cast a sleep spell as we were planning our escape, but something queer happened! The tent exploded into flame! Miss Victoria, is this normal for a sorcerer? I’ve been too shy to ask.

Suddenly, the group of us had no more time to plan, only to act. I did my best to slice a hole in the top of the tent, hoping it would fall away harmlessly. That… didn’t quite work as I’d intended. Brit-Brit managed to put a guard to sleep, but a second ran for reinforcements.

Kynthia saved us. She didn’t even blink, she just stepped calmly out of the burning tent and cast a spell, stopping the man in his tracks. You’d have been so proud!

What happened next is what vexes me. I picked up Leosin and fled the tent, but I didn’t manage to evacuate the other prisoners. They were managing to flee on their own, but they didn’t have any real direction. I feared drawing more attention to us, for we were in an enemy encampment, and we still needed to escape with Leosin before our enemies realized what we were about.

Brit-Brit cleverly started setting things on fire as we fled, hoping to create a distraction. I daresay it worked, although I don’t fully understand why she needed to shout, “I am become death, destroyer of worlds…!” as she did so. Is that also a sorcerer thing?

Sassay and Shen caught up with us, and we fled as a group. I don’t entirely know how we managed it, but I suppose that setting half the enemy camp on fire provided a moderately good distraction. Still, only a single escaped slave successfully followed us. I cannot help but wonder what happened to the other ones. Did they find freedom? Were they re-captured, so they still need our help?

I believe what we did was right. Each of us had to make difficult decisions under considerable pressure, and in this, we did our best. The other girls agreed with me about freeing the slaves, even BritBrit. We rescued Leosin to retrieve information that will later help a larger force take down the dragon army, and to make the boys happy.

Still, I’m unsatisfied that I couldn’t guarantee saving more. I must try harder, do better. I will do my very best to make you proud. It’s clear that we are facing a threat that could endanger all of Faerun.

I suppose my thoughts are more orderly, now. Nevertheless, I hope this letter finds you well. We miss the school, but we’re learning so much! I think I’ve almost worked out how Kynthia cast that spell.

Grontina Toots

P.S.: Please give Mr. Squiggles scritches for me.


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