Duncan felt the need to leave with weak and flimsy excuses. Iris was hurt and confused at this. The next day Grall saw a storm giant and went off to fight it. The party started to follow, but was too slow to stop the bear from tossing Grall off and mauling him.
Zora reverted to her typical silence and being solitary. They finally arrived at the city and discovered the the king was not married and enjoyed courtesans. They formed a plan. Iris and Shawna would go in as entertainment. Briath would sneak in with them and lower a rope for Zora.
A Murder Druid slipped into the city wanting to unbalance the status-quo. Despite the help of rats, she got very lost in poo. This was in part because she had been told where the better quality poo would be. Better quality poo meant a person who ate better, thus the ruler.
Iris and Shawna, in disguise, flirted their way to the magistrate. In the room with the magistrate he was looking over a check list. If the courtesan met the qualifications she got a pass and left by one door. If not, they were sent down a set of stairs. Down there was a Dragon/demon at bottom of stairs. Iris and Shawna didn’t pass, but ok’ed the 2 guards and the magistrate. They recalled the surviving courtesans and handed them passes and sent them on. With the room clear, they woke the magistrate and talked, but he didn’t know a lot.
Braithe got to a window, and tossed out a rope. Zora trouble climbing. “Next time knot rope” she muttered when she finally got in. While they were doing this Iris and Shawna went into by with the king. Iris- Your courtesans suck. The ladies were more like ladies of the night not trained entertainers.
The rest of the party and the Murder Druid entered the room. The king was an Eladrin, wearing black plate with red edging. It was a long, bloody fight. They managed to kill all but one guard. A thing came out of the king. It was a Soul Rider, and they killed that too! The Lt. was revived. Zora, grinning, showed the head to him.
In response to questioning the Lt said a dragon guarded the vault where the God Stone was.
They went to look at the situation. The dragon is chained to the door of the vault. On either side of the walkway were lava flows. At the far end of the walkway is a wooden door, which the dragon can reach. Exhausted and hurting, the party retried to the king’s room to rest. They had hoped to bluff and trick their way to a good rest to fully recover.
Luck was not with them.