The Pakthryxl Proxy

To Sedeq!!! City of Slaves
Captain’s log found on the orlop deck

It’s all reaction! I can snap a shot off in a blink of an eye, doubly so in the heat of things. If my enemy gives me an opening I will shoot a bullet through their face. Which is why I tunneled a lead round straight through the temples of the Okeno bard who stupidly tried to heal his myopic captain in front of me. After watching the biscuit eater’s brains get blown out the side of his head, the Okeno Captain surrendered in piss soaked pants and the Okeno Cleric turned coat faster than Goethe can teleport. I had captured or killed all the remaining Okeno officers with one bullet. Such is the power of my hole making.

I kept my musket trained on the former Okeno Captain Tofal and my new cleric buddy Khair. But there was still a deadly Slave riot to deal with aboard the Okeno slave galley, jokingly named Freedom. Somehow the enslaved oarsmen had lashed out in great numbers against their Okeno overlords. It was revolution at sea! My first revolution. It was very exciting. I kept thinking to myself, “It must be Myrrh’s doing”. He is the only munthrek with the balls to free chained slaves, rally them in to an unstoppable mob of frenzied pirate killers, and not be seen at the same time. I bet the Okeno pirates woke up this morning thinking about saucy wenches and great plunder rather than being fed to the fishes. Hell when I woke up this morning, revolution was the furthest thing on my mind. Such is the power of Myrrh’s sideways tactics.

I was getting very nervous about the addled slave mob and needed some time to think. I asked Goethe kindly to make sure the chaos on the top deck didn’t reach us. He must of intimidated the shit out of the mob since we weren’t bothered. Goethe is a complicated devil who does things that baffle me all the time. He plays with time and distance like a baby plays with a rattle. The only reason I was even aboard the Freedom was due to his quick thinking and shifting steps. One moment Goethe and I were on the Current’s forecastle and next he teleported us to the Freedom’s aftcastle like he was Apsu. Such is the power of Goethe’s mysterious magic.

Luckily, Lorenz soon joined us. Once aboard, he nodded respectfully to Tofal with a knowing half smile. He surveyed the bloody revolution in action on the main deck where people were dying in spectacularly violent ways, but it didn’t seem to faze him. After all, in our many travels this was not our first bloodbath. How he planned to stop a bloodthirsty slave mob from not cashing in on many hard earned years of compounded rage was a mystery to me. That kind of rage can make any person a powerful sort of crazy. A lesser munthrek would let the violence run its course, but Lorenz is not a lesser munthrek. Lorenz shot me a confident wink then faced the crowd again, a brilliant shimmering aura was growing around him. “By the beard of Abadar! Stop the killing, before you doom us all. Tofal is finished”, he boomed with almost no effort but paternal purpose. Amazingly, the fighting stopped immediately. When the mob’s punch drunkenness faded, they dropped their weapons, and looked up at Lorenz like scolded children. He had their ears. He had everything they had to offer. Such is the power of Lorenz’s sway over men.

That ended the fun part of the day. Next came the boring part. We had captured our sixth or seventh ship since setting out to sea. The Freedom looked to be in fine condition with a full armament of cannons and a stocked cargo hold. We acquired around forty slaves, a dozen Okeno prisoners, and an ally in Khair. Goethe acquired the body of the tunnel-headed bard to defile with his magic. Lorenz and Myrrh went about making nice with the slaves. We were not interested in owning slaves but we needed them to row for us.

What to do with ex captain Tofal was another matter. At first, Lorenz threatened to turn the tables on him by making him a slave. “He’ll make a fine rower”, said Lorenz. Tofal was scared shitless but still far too aggroant to our liking. It turned out the cure for his arrogance was Myrrh’s revolutionary pal Tongueless. That scar-striped bastard, looked like he had spent much time killing his way through Qadira’s many notorious fighting pits. Even half-starved and dry-throated he looked more than a match for Aven with a blade. Tongueless happily agreed to guard the bilge rat for us. He was so happy he sliced off Tofal’s right ear at his first chance. Myrrh and I liked his spunk, Goethe was indifferent, Aven was suspicious, and Lorenz was horrified.

After Tofal’s surgical consult with Tongueless, he promised us the sea and stars. He promised to put in a good word for us with the harbormaster of Sedeq, Sepyt Batab Sohiz II. After conferring with Khair’s it was determined that Tofal was worth more unmolested. Sohiz is a powerful munthrek. Making him angry would make our stay in Sedeq all that much harder. We will see in three days how well we get along with Sohiz and if Slate is lurking. But our quest remains unfettered, we do as Apsu commanded, “Stop the pakthryxl”.

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Slavers our Saviors!!! Drifting on the Windless Sea
Captain's log found on transom

“Where in the hell is the goddamned wind?”, I screamed in frustration to the cloudless sky, “This stupid calm sea must be one of Slate’s traps!”. I stomped around the top deck angrily then paused to look up at the slack sails hoping for a flutter. I stared and stared with no effect then finally went berserk. I jumped up and down in rage then began blowing air like mad at the sails until I was blue in the face, but the ship didn’t budge. It was freaking inconceivable to had survived a skyfall from above the clouds and now left rudderless on the calmest sea I have ever seen. The mysterious sea was devoid of ripples, waves, and current. The sea was so lifeless it looked like a frozen wasteland of solid ice as far as the eye can see. I started to wonder if I could stand on the water in order to push the ship. “Guys I think we are in Hell”, I told everyone, “Apsu dropped us straight into Hell”.

“Actually, Hell is a boundless realm of torment and suffering”, Goethe said with his smart mouth, “We are merely stranded in the Obari Ocean somewhere near Sedeq City of the kingdom of Qadira”.

“Close enough, Goethe!”, I yelled in defiance.

“We should beware of Slavers. Sedeq is slave capital of the world”, Goethe calmly stated.

“You don’t think I know that, Goethe! I would love to see some fucking Slavers right now. It would be a party compared to this crap”, I snapped back. I hate the doldrums, it sucks worse than munthrek whores. Not to mention, we had to labor all through the night to repair the ship. We bailed sea water out of the bilge, patched cracks in the hull, and stitched sails. All of which sucked. The cherries on top of the shit pie were Slate got away and Aven was missing. If this wasn’t hell than the real hell must be a paradise with dancing ponies and chocolate pudding.

During the middle of another one my obnoxious tirades Myrrh spotted an enormous white whale approaching. Finally the sea showed signs of life. We all marveled as the majestic creature lunged and crested out of the surface of the water causing huge splashes. It was putting on quite the show. As it neared it slapped its humongous tail repeatedly on the water like it wanted our attention. Once it was satisfied it had our undivided attention, it started making sickly guttural sounds like it was about to choke up a giant chicken bone. We waited anxiously to see what the great blubbery fish was going to vomit up. It was very exciting. With one last bellowing belch the whale spat out a blue scaled man high into the air at a 45 degree angle. The jettisoned man effortlessly somersaulted through the still air and dove into the water without a splash. The scaly man popped out of the water and nodded to the great white whale which promptly flew away. I repeat myself, the giant whale flew away like a bird. “Please wait, Mr. Whale don’t go. We need a tow!”, I screamed at the flying whale to no avail.

The blue man swam towards ship, he looked oddly familiar, but he was encrusted in layers of dense overlapping blue scales from head to toe which made him hard to make out. He pulled himself up on deck and stood proudly before us without saying a word. As the sea water dripped off him the blue scales covering his naked chest curled into steel plates, the scales on his legs stiffened into heavy greaves, and the scales on his face morphed into a great barbed shark helmet. He slowly removed the great helm, I imagined he would uncover an ugly squid face, but instead I saw the mile wide smile of Aven. “I will never get tired of doing that!”, bragged Aven, “Like my new legendary armor? That Living Storm gave it to me after I vowed to kill the Brine Drake”. Lorenz and Goethe both did double takes after processing what Aven said.

“You are a sight for sore eyes, matey”, I said while hugging Aven, “We thought we lost you to the storm”. Aven shook me off his leg.
“That puny of a storm can’t wreck me, Captain”, boasted Aven, “Anything I can do to get us shipshape and bristol fashion?”. I commanded Aven and his cohort Tokka to search the calm belts for all salvageable wood and debris. It took late into the night but soon the ship was seaworthy again. I slumped exhausted into my cot just as fog rolled in.

The moment I shut my eyes the Deep Sea Current shouted in my mind to wake up. I looked down from the crow’s nest just in time to get a glimpse of the passing galley ship. She was a sickly sight, sail less, mast less, broad and fat, loose in the stays, and laid low with a heavy load. It looked like a great battered barge powered by oars. I read the name, Old Dragon Bones, written in the black stained wood. Its pounding drum beat sounded sinister and I instantly wanted to wept for the gaunt oarsmen. Underneath the nightmare barge, gloomy lights flickered in the water and palely lit the dense fog. The fog tasted like rotting flesh with each breath I took and it smelled no better. I stared harder in horror as the creepy barge rowed its way by. My eyes were drawn to a shrouded munthrek watchman shambling across the deck with a dim lantern. I thought to myself, “I guess I should see if that murder barge will help us”. I raised the parley flag and hailed them.

It ignored us completely or so I thought. Suddenly, the lantern man wheeled around like he saw the devil and tapped the deck. One of the ghostly lights instantly rose up from the water and swept over the deck. The galley was quickly being swallowed by the thick fog and I was about to lose sight when I heard a crash on my poop deck. Goethe tumbled to his knees, he looked a thousand years older, and his face was the picture of torture. He must of teleported over to the other ship to take a look around. We all gathered to him. He slowly stood, once upright he limped to a ladder, and then he finally said in a gravelly old man voice, “I am going to retire to my lab”. We decided to let the mysterious galley go. The rest of the night was without incident.

“Sail ho!”, I shouted from the crow’s nest in the morning light. I saw Okeno Pirate colors on the horizon. “We’re saved”, I shouted while doing a little jig, “Raise the distress flag, we’re baiting the hook”.

Pov nervously replied, “Aren’t the Okeno Pirates the evilness slavers ever to sail the five seas? I hear they use other pirates as shark bait”.

Lorenz chuckled, “Like your captain said Pov, we’re saved”. The pirate galley powered by enslaved oarsmen halted on our port side. The fierce Okeno pirates gathered at the bulwark with weapons and grappling hooks at the ready. Each weathered man was practically salivating at the sight of our expensive yacht and skeleton crew. “Our saviors!”, shouted Lorenz to the pirates, “We wish to parley”.

“Shiver me timbers! Feast your eyes on that lads”, exclaimed the pirate captain to his crew. “Who is the Captain of that floating shipwreck?”, he shouted to us.

“The ruthless Captain Hole Puncher”, yelled Lorenz pointing at me. I summoned my most vicious sneer, drew my musket, and lit some tobacco. The other pirate captain looked confused. “Never heard of him. That little kobold shit can’t be your captain? We will go easy on ye if ye strike your colors”, said the other captain.

“Listen to me for I will only say this once. Captain Hole Puncher will cut your heart out with a spoon, boil your balls in oil, and feed them to you if you slight him. He is the black dragon of the Steaming Sea, the vanquisher of the Pirate Queen, and future Pirate King of the Shackles. His insatiable lust for gold is only matched by his lust for blood. But he is reasonable when shown the proper respect. So you better watch yourself, or you won’t believe what happens next, even while it’s happening”, Lorenz stated with the perfect blend of bravado and finality. The other captain hung his jib while looking at Lorenz’s intense expression. By the Gods, Lorenz could sell sea water to undines if so he wished.

The parley was completely one-sided in our favor. The other captain agreed to all our terms and he even proposed a few of them. He was Lorenz’s and Myrrh’s walking talking puppet. I almost felt bad for him, but then I remembered he wasn’t even a sailor. He knew nothing of wind and current, only of rowing. Pathetic. The Okeno agreed to tow us to port for some gold coins. To insure the deal, Myrrh and Vestin’s man Hilleg were taken prisoner by the Okeno crew and their captain stayed with us. What a fool to abandon his crew? Even more foolish to abandon his crew to Myrrh’s mercy. It wasn’t long before their slave galley was in bloody chaos. We heard someone yell, “Blimey, the slaves are escaping!”. The Okeno captain pulled his sword on Lorenz and violently shouted, “Ye scallywag! I will kill ye!”.

I wonder what Myrrh did. He better not sink it.

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Skyfall!!! Die Another Day
Captain's log found on gunwale

Vilya Sul and Balijan bid farewell after delivering their parting wisdom and gifts.

“Look alive men! Stand at the ready! Never-mind what just happened, you all know the Deep Sea Current is full of surprises”, I shouted to the crew. The crew looked terribly frightened, practically peeing themselves, by the fact that ship had just transmogrified around them into a harder, better, faster, and stronger ship in a blink of an eye. I don’t blame them, things have been pretty crazy since we arrived, but Slate was getting away. I shot a look of futility to Lorenz for help, the crews’ morale had run aground and we had to give chase.

“Snap out of it men! Do not be afraid of the miracle that you just witnessed! It was to our benefit!”, Lorenz called out capturing the crews’ attention with his powerful voice. He surveyed each scared face, took a deep breath, and gently smiled. Solemnly he remarked, “Together, we have come farther than anyone has ever dreamed. Together, we have sailed the endless sea above and beneath the waves, discovered lost lands, and witnessed the unimaginably. Together, we have been to hell and back again. And now, together, we are going home”. To a sailor “home” has a powerful meaning and their panic dissipated. Lorenz had them in the palm of his noble hand and he knew it. Lastly he exclaimed at twice the volume, “It is time to rally! It is time to put your trust in us, for we trust each one of you with our lives! It is time to heed your captain’s orders! It is time to go home!!!”. The crews’ mood completely changed and they cheered wildly. Lorenz is a force of nature when he gets like that.

Pov exuberantly asked, “How do we get home from way up here?”.

“That’s simple, we’ll just go straight down”, I said with a plain face. Pov chuckled, looking at me for signs of jest, then crooked his head in disbelief when he realized I was dead serious. The cheers from the crew stopped as my remark circulated, but before they could get all panicky again I barked, “Weigh anchors, batten down the hatches, furl the sails, and stow away the cargo. On the double!”. I warned, “Don’t forget to tie yourself down unless you want to be swept away by the wind”, as everyone frantically scurried around with renewed purpose.

Master Goethe dug deep into his spell book to help out. He webbed the crew together in a cabin to prevent them from being bludgeoned to death from the fall. It was going to be cold as hell after we left Dragon Heaven so Goethe took care of that for us with his magic. “Don’t worry, I know the perfect spell to steady the ship once we get near the ground. Trust me, nothing can go wrong”, Goethe stated with confidence.

I gave the order to the Deep Sea Current to give chase to Slate. The elemental was happy to be leaving the sky and shook the ship with excitement. Myrrh tied each one of us down with ropes around the helm since Vilya warned of severe winds. “So any idea on how to deal with Slate?”, Aven questioned. Oddly that was the last time I heard Aven speak, but more on that later. Naturally, I took the lead as captain, “Isn’t it obvious? We parley”. I hailed Slate from afar which he obliged. He looked astonished to see us so soon, “How in the heck did you get here so fast? You and your ship seem different too”.

“We have decided to join you Gray Son. Lets be allies once more. It proved to be quite profitable in the past”, I said. I am not a good bluffer but luckily the two best liers I know were picking up what I was putting down.

“Why yes Gray Son, lets sign another contract in holy triplicate”, Lorenz added. Slate was not sure what to make of it. “If you join me many Dragons will die”, Slate decreed, “Are you okay with that Captain Reskafar?”. I was flustered about to babble out a crude response but was thankfully saved by Myrrh.

“Like I always say, kill them all and let the Gods sort them out”, Myrrh said without a quantum of solace, he looked like a stone-faced killer. Slate approved, “Very well, meet me below in Sedeq, at my villa. We have much to discuss. Not all Gray Agents approve of my methods but I only answer to my father”. He continued, “Now leave me be, I plan to enjoy the fly down to the surface”.

“Screw that, you only live twice! Lets have some fun and make a wager! If we beat you to the sea then you introduce us to your father”, I said taking a chance that his inner pride beast would not allow him to say no. The others were alarmed by my offer but did not protest. Slate looked over the new ship, scoffed, and nodded in agreement. The race to the sea was on!

I gave the Deep Sea Current the order to drop the port and starboard rapid deploy sails. Instead of the sails raising up, Aven and I had modified them to stretch out over the air to act like gliding wings. We could control the winds easily with our makeshift wings and sped by Slate. He roared in frustration but could not keep pace. He was so angry he fired a line of lightning at the ship from his maw. The lightning looked like it was going to miss but at the last second Slate reared his head and extraordinarily the bolt arced across the hull. I cursed him for harming my precious. I also noticed a look of intense concentration on Goethe’s face like he was trying to keep the fires of hell from possessing him. Suddenly, we must of breached the edge of Dragon Heaven because all the air in my lungs was sucked out by the frigid cold. Luckily, Goethe magic absorbed the biting cold but did nothing to fill my lungs with oxygen. I was dazed and exhausted from gasping for air which allowed Slate to catch up with us. He did not look to be struggling at all.

“Hahahaha”, Slate laughed, “You guys are always full of surprises! Lets raise the stakes once morrr…”. SPLAT! CRASH! BOOM!

It is hard to explain what happened but it looked like Slate slammed into the bottom of a deep pit in midair. I saw Goethe waving his finger like a smoking gun in Slate’s direction. The look on his face was utter ecstasy like he had been waiting for that moment since his conception.

“Idiot!!! What have you done?”, screamed an exasperated Lorenz

“I taught that gray scoundrel a lesson in magic and physics”, Goethe proclaimed, “He fired the first shot so I was within my rights to defend the ship”. We all looked at him in disbelief. Tomorrow never dies but Goethe’s life depended on Slate’s reaction. What would that reaction be?

“I will tear you fucking apart Goethe!!!”, we heard Slate scream out in frenzied rage as he climbed out of the magical pit. He looked really messed up, many of his scales were smashed, blood gushed down his face, and one of his platinum horns had broken off. Slate breathed a huge amount of lightning straight up into the air in anger then power dived towards us. During his dive he wrapped his wings tightly around his body which sprung him faster like a crossbow bolt. I had no choice but to tip the nose of the ship directly at the ground. The consequence would be exchanging control for acceleration. Again I had no choice, I greatly feared what Slate would do to Goethe and us if he caught up. I imagined being hanged, drawn, and quartered would be more enjoyable than Slate’s intentions. As the nosed tipped the wind resistance faded and the ship fell like a stone towards the sea. I stared straight down at the top of clouds and I could tell the wind was going to be at a whole nother level once we reached them. I thought to myself, “You are caught between the devil and deep blue sea”, between a murderous dragon and the jet stream.

Hitting the jet stream was like hitting a hurricane of tornadoes. The wind blast was so fierce you couldn’t open your eyes or mouth. I was sailing the wind on instinct alone, but the Current was doing most of the work and taking most of the beating. Life boats, loose cannons, planking, and everything not tied down was blown from the ship. We were blown from the ship, but Myrrh’s knots held true except for Goethe’s knot. I immediately caught him with my fast reflexes, giving him enough time to shift to safely. The burgeoning wind hammered the sails hard and ripped the port wing clean off. We started to spin. Another cannon busted free from the gun deck almost taking Myrrh’s head with it. The starboard wing soon gave way to the hurricane force winds. With no wings what chance did we have? We spun like a top headed to doom.

We were spinning so fast I had to focus on the main mast to gain perspective of the situation. In the background of my vision, lightning was chaining and I could feel the intense flashes of heat. Lightning struck the ship from all angles but mostly struck Lorenz. It appeared to me the lightning was beginning to ball and take on a malign form. Its wicked face looked like a huge fiendish cat outlined in arced lightning and its body a swirling thunderball of terrifying energy. Was this the presence Vilya warned of? The mysterious lightning monster effortlessly moved in close and began speaking to us in zaps and cracks. I had no fucking idea what in the bloody hell it was saying, fortunately, Lorenz and Goethe looked to know how to communicate with it. Good enough for me, so I decided not to care about it and focused on stabilizing the ship. The last I saw of the living lightning creature, I swear, it was pointing its hand at Aven.

The winds lessen into a violent storm and we were pelted with hail and rain. We were still violently spinning on all axes out of control, faster, and faster. The whirling forces caused all the loose shit in the boat to pile up in the cargo hold including the dense clockwork dragon. An idea popped into my head, I could use that pile of shit as a counter weight. If we deployed the main sails including the moonrakers at the precise time we might be able to jerk the ship free of the tailspin and regain some control. I instructed the ship on exactly what to do with the rigging and waited for the right time to pull the trigger. The moment we plummeted through the cloud ceiling I gave the order to deploy the main sails. The ship wildly parachuted up on the main sails, we stopped spinning, and slowed. In was just in time to see Slate swoop by slashing his tail at Goethe. “We’re dead”, thoughts intensified, “Well maybe just Goethe”.

Slate continued his bone crushing tail strikes at Goethe, who miraculously looked to be holding his own. One of Slate’s slashes cut the rigging around the mizzen mast which caused a redistribution of wind force that snapped the mast off like piece of straw. The mizzen mast flailed randomly, whipped us with ropes, and shot wooden splinters in our eyes. The living daylights were knocked out of me but I somehow was able to hold on. The slack from the tangled cables went taut and pulled the boat into another wild spin. Slate disappeared not wanting to be lassoed by the flying ropes. I started shooting the tethered ropes in a desperate attempt to free the splintered mast. The mysterious elastic nature of the ropes snapped the mizzen mast back to the ship like a pile driver. If it speared through the quarter deck it would probably kill all the crew in the decks below. My desperation uncorked a surge of power bestowed by Apsu’s goldeneye, the rush of power made me fast, enabling me to sever another cord. Myrrh acrobatically cut the last tethers by swinging through the air on the jungle of ropes like a monkey. The ship was still in a deadly spin and the sea was in the offing.

In was only a matter of seconds before the ship would crash into the steel waves of the sea. Goethe appeared and said, “Don’t worry I got this and flew under the ship”. As I think about what happened again I am not convinced Goethe did anything to help.

Lorenz and I were able to stabilize the ship after re-configuring the rigging once again on the remaining main sails. For a brief moment, everything was eerily calm like in the eye of hurricane. The world had seemingly slowed to a snail’s pace which provided me with ample time to take stock of my surroundings. Goethe and Aven were nowhere to be found. Myrrh was above me, holding on to the end of a rope with his teeth, his arms held back, and face full of controlled fury. Lorenz had summoned his awkward griffon in order to make a safe getaway. The crew was screaming at the top of their lungs for the madness to stop. I knew splashdown was eminent. I took one last breath, shot a smile to the heavens, and activated the water jewel at the exact time the ship broke the water’s surface.

We plunged into the water with an epic splash. The bubble held. We were free to die another day.

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I am Apsu!!! Heroes Reborn
Captain's log found on helm

The portal transported us to the center of some sort of ancient draconic sanctuary with towering doric stone columns, upside down staircases, and crisscrossed causeways. The room was so vast I felt like a lowly ant at the bottom of a grand canyon afraid to death of being crushed. We stood quietly in awe for a long time to gradually soak in the sprawling architecture. Frightening draconic details graced every trace of space from the floor to ceiling. Most impressive and disturbing of all were the endless rows of grotesque dragon statues holding beaming jewels that dimly lit the chamber. Near us at the colonnade point of origin were three finely sculpted lava stone arches positioned in the cardinal directions. Each arch had a beautifully engraved tablet of draconic verse set into the finely polished stone. The fourth arch was smashed to smithereens. Floating above the rubble was a black hole shaped portal that appeared to bend and distort all the nearby matter around it including the dim light. It was so impossibly still I wasn’t even sure it was a portal until it flickered erratically then froze again.

After inspecting the portal, Lorenz advised, “A powerful evil has tainted this portal. We should be very careful around it”. Goethe observed the portal oscillate between dead still and violent distortion for sometime and commented, “One’s heart needs to be as black as the portal to pass through. I should be okay but you guys are lacking”. I noticed a Night Stone of Sorrow, among the rubble and got my first clever idea in weeks that wasn’t a result from booze. I quickly put the necklace around my neck and told Lorenz to check me out with his evil goggles. “You are one evil son of a bitch, Captain”, chuckled Lorenz. We all put the evil amulets on and prepared ourselves to jump. “Wait!”, shouted Aven, “I see Slate’s lamp over there”.

Lorenz took the lamp in his hands and hurriedly rubbed it with his sleeve. In a poof of jetting blue smoke Balijan manifested. He seemed to know who we were and was glad to see us. We had a quick talk with him, he told us that we were inside the Obelisks of Fate the chromatic dragons’ name records, but he could not divulge the nature of Slate’s wishes or plans. He apologized profusely and agreed to haul the clockwork dragon to the Deep Sea Current for us. He was overjoyed to be free and couldn’t wait to see Vilya. He left us smiling.

We gathered our courage, took a deep breath, and entered the evil portal. After crossing the point of no return, I felt the tremendous pull of the portal swallow me in darkness. Inside it felt like I was being twisted and pulled apart by a wild tornado then I felt a sensation of swift movement. When the blackness faded, Dahak’s big ugly dragon face greeted us on the other side, my heart skipped a few beats from the shock. “We’re dead” was all I could think. Thankfully, Lorenz realized it was only an idol. We saw Slate’s shiny platinum scales below the enormous godhead, he was ranting and laughing maniacally like a crazy person. Well at least our timing was good. It should be said that we didn’t think ahead and had no fucking idea what to do in the event of running into Slate. We stared, dumbfounded at Slate who was riding high on life or mushrooms. I nudged Lorenz to say something, “Hi there Slate, fancy meeting you here”.

“See that Dahak my good friends have come to visit me!”, Slate addressed the godhead in a mocking tone. “It is good to see you alive, my friends”, continued Slate facing us, “I was worried that those shortsighted Elder Wyrms judged you harshly”.

“We were lucky in that regard”, said Myrrh slyly, he continued, “We came to see you Slate”.

“Of course you did! We need to settle our contract. I trust you found the genie”, Slate chuckled. He turned back to the Dahak bust and sarcastically said, “Hear that Dahak, a gray dragon always pays his debts!”, with that he dug into a bag of holding and fetched six chests full of Cheliax platinum coins. I immediately opened my chest and started counting the coins. “There is plenty more where that comes from if you join my cause, my friends”, boasted State.

“What exactly is your cause Slate? I never join unless I know all the facts”, questioned Lorenz.

“Let me properly introduce myself, I am Gray Son son of the dracogenius Gray Scale. Our plan is simple: to rise and to punish”, smiled Slate widely, “Hear that Dahak, to rise and to punish!”. I was getting annoyed with all the pussy-footing around and boldly asked, “Why have you put the dragons to sleep?”.

“To change the world, dear Captain”, answered Slate with devilish smile. Confused, I followed with, “Why are you not asleep?”.

“That is simple, no one cared to write our names down. Gray Dragons don’t exist!!!”, Slate matter-of-factly stated and began laughing uncontrollably again. “Hear that Dahak, we don’t exist!”, roared Slate when he settled, again turning to the altar. Well I had never thought of that before.

“Sadly I need to go, my work here is done my friends. I will continue my work at the Obelisks of Fortune. If you truly want to join me, I challenge you to meet me there”, Slate calmly expressed. He turned to the Dahak idol once more and flamboyantly bowed before leaving abruptly through the black portal.

We had many unanswered questions and immediately followed him through the portal. We unexpectedly found ourselves transported to the empty space that divides planes not the Obelisks of Fate. Goethe and Lorenz called out, “We are in the Astral Plane. Don’t panic we just need to decide which way is down”. After everyone managed to reorient their sense of direction we safely landed on a big floating rock with a nice looking pillar on it. Then something mysterious happened.

As soon as my feet touched the boulder my consciousness was forcibly pulled into a dream. I found myself back at Raptor Island, standing on my favorite beach, looking out to sea at an enormous tsunami coming towards me at high speed. The wave reached higher and higher like giant hands, swallowing clouds, and blocking out the bright sun. It was as if all the water in the sea had come to drown me. I felt the most helpless in my entire life even more helpless than the time I was trapped in the blue sapphire. Just as the top of the roaring wave was beginning to crash down to wipe me out the water started bursting into golden flames until the whole wave was engulfed like burning oil. The flame wave’s center bore a face of a noble Great Dragon that spoke to me, “Fear not Reskafar, become reborn in my radiant flames”. The words bolstered my will and I faced the inferno arms wide open to embrace the fire. My body was burned up, but I felt no immolation only warmth. What was left of me became one with the golden fire and the golden fire became one with me. I screamed out to the heavens, “I am Apsu”.

I woke from the dream flying above my crew wrapped in golden flames. My scales were a radiant gold, my wings were strong, a glowing aura emanated around me, and great horns protruded from my head. I could feel the intense presence of Apsu surge through my body filling me like an empty cup. It was fucking fantastic! The look on my comrades’ faces was priceless. Theirs eyes had bugged out, snot bubbled around their noses, and their jaws were gaped wide open. I heard myself speak in the holy voice of Apsu and urge my companions to stop the gray dragons and end the pakthryxl proxy. I sounded really wise even Lorenz was at a loss for words. My crew quickly bowed to my power and chiseled their names into the Obelisk of Myth. As the last one finished scratching his name into the obelisk Apsu spoke one last time, “So let it be written so let it be done”.

It flash of light we were standing back on the deck of the Deep Sea Current watching Vilya and Balijan making out like teenagers. It was strange to see them not stop for air and continually lap up each others spit. Kobold don’t kiss so this was quite weird. They stopped once Lorenz cleared his throat loudly, “Um Hmm!”. I then realized that Apsu had left my body and returned me to my crappy self. I turned to the others and said with a melancholy voice, “Remember when I was Apsu that was good times”.

“Don’t feel bad Captain, you still got us!”, replied the sardonic Myrrh.
Kaledith approached us, “You all seem different, overflowing with positive energy. What happened in there?”.

Lorenz earnestly responded, “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you sweetheart”. In the distance we saw Slate dive off the edge of the flying island towards the surface 10 miles below. “Hurry we must pursue him”, ordered Lorenz.

“Wait!”, interrupted Vilya, “Your ship and crew is in no condition to fall through the stratosphere”. She turned to Balijan, “Can you do something to help, Lover?”. Sheesh pet names already.

“Only if you use your last wish, darling”, whispered Balijan.
“Anything but that", pleaded Vilya, “I was planning on wishing to stay with you until the end of time”.
“I love you the way the wind loves racing through the air. You don’t need a wish to stay with me. You already possess my most secret heart”, Balijan romantically whispered.

“Do it. I owe them that much for being reunited with you”, commanded Vilya.

“As you wish”, replied Balijan with a gentle smile. His arms became smokey blue tendrils that penetrated the ship deck and cut through the sails. He slowly began to spin faster and faster until he became a blue whirlwind. The ship was being torn apart and put back together in an instant. Another mast grew out of the deck behind me, the ship easily doubled in length, fattened in girth, and added another deck below the waterline. Our yacht transformed into the most magnificent sailing vessel I had ever seen. And I am its Captain!

Our fortunes seem to change with the tide, but today was a good day. Many decisions are left to be made. What will we do next? Is Slate now our enemy? Will we save the dragons?

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Followed Footsteps!!! Attack on Destiny
Captain's log found on tiller

First thing first, we had to get the Deep Sea Current airborne if we were going to track Slate. I started praying to Apsu’s Golden Wings like a surly fucking pirate but the ship didn’t budge. Not sure why my prayer didn’t work, perhaps Apsu dislikes swearing, kobolds, or the combination. Goethe eventually figured out the right prayer, Lorenz the right cadence, and praying altogether the ship levitated out of the water. Backed by Apsu’s will our ship turned from sailing yacht to airship.

Flying the Deep Sea Current through the sky was incredibly thrilling and liberating. Sailing on the sea is for suckers!!! The whole crew including Deep Sea was nervous as hell for our maiden voyage because plummeting to our doom was a very real possibility. Slowly we got a feel for the wind, it was surprisingly easy to maneuver the ship after I realized the rudder was useless. We had to reconfigure the rigging and beam position slightly to better control the winds. While airborne we kept a constant prayer to Apsu to help control our pitch, height, and ability to stop. Once we mastered the basics we left the napping Great Hunter and took off to the sky in search of Slate. As we ascending, we got at a good look at the devastation in Midvale, it looked like hell in heaven. The brutal fighting between the scourges and petitioners hadn’t stopped, fires were spreading, and bodies were piling up in the streets. I am not sure if we could of saved Midvale but its a damn shame what happened to my favorite city.

Vilya led us to a small nearby island that she tracked Slate to days ago. The entire island was a magnificently sculpted mausoleum from all sides, it must of taken the skills of legendary craftsmen to accomplish such a feat. Inside the soaring catacomb, the ossuaries of many Great Wyrms were laid to rest along with their most prized possessions. “This makes Great Hunter’s hoard look like a piggy bank!”, I shouted. “Don’t get smited, this is all Apsu’s, leave the treasure alone”, responded Lorenz. We noticed immediately that each tomb was covered with a charcoal dusting most likely used to copy the inscriptions on each seal. Why would Slate need the names of the dead? We passed a mysterious mass of bones in a central chamber and more priceless treasure. “Dragon burial customs sure are weird”, I said in passing. Lorenz soon spotted a hidden passageway that led to a grisly altar erected to the evil God Dahak. “What is that doing here?”, questioned Lorenz.

Goethe read the plague on the altar out loud to everyone. A loud rattling and clattering of bones clashing could be heard from the central chamber. “Oh that’s why”, said a shaky Lorenz.

The guardian of the tomb had assembled from the bone pile, the dragon had a huge twisted skeletal form and, most alarming of all, were the great wyrm skulls for hands. It looked similar in form to the scrouges that leveled Midvale, but commanded a greater awesome presence. I saw the others getting ready for battle which I thought was crazy and screamed, “Let’s get the fuck out of here”, while fleeing to the exit. The gate was sealed shut with strong magic wards and wouldn’t open no matter how hard I yanked on it. I could hear my crew battling the guardian fiercely. I returned in time to see Lorenz, Aven, and Myrrh gang attack the creature back to bone rubble with their “stabby stabby chop chop” maneuver. The victory was hallow since dutiful Blatz was electrocuted to death. Goethe’s was seething, “My precious tool has been sundered” was all he would say on the matter. We began to hear more bone stirrings in the central chamber and escaped to the gate after toppling the dread altar. Another guardian had assembled and cornered us at the gate. We frantically tried to bypass the gate but all attempts mundane and magic failed. The monster closed in on us and aimed its three fire breathing heads at Goethe and Myrrh. Lorenz and I immediately began praying to Apsu, “We mean you no harm! We haven’t taken anything! We destroyed the blasphemous altar for you! We beg for mercy!!!”. The monster stopped in its place, settled onto its hind legs, and bowed to us. As its last action it opened the gate and gave us a look that seemed to say “SCRAM”.

We investigated several more of these flying monuments that Slate visited. We were much more careful and managed not to engage the tomb guardians. We found Dahak altars in each crypt and more charcoal dust. Why has Slate collected so many inscriptions?

“It is time I take you to Slate”, said Vilya. She took us to the intimidating island surrounded in lightning bolts and swirling winds. The raging tempest was concentrated above six jet black monoliths at the center of the island. Great Hunter had called these the Obelisks of Destiny which supposedly document the name of every metallic dragon ever born. The legendary obelisks are one of dragon-kinds most guarded secrets and greatest joys. It all makes me think, Slate is working with extremely powerful individuals possibly even the God Dahak. We breached the wild storm with Vilya’s help and arrived at the footsteps of the obelisks. We called out to Slate to show himself but he did not show.

Sure enough countless draconic names were beautifully written in the black marble confirming these were in fact the mythical Obelisks of Destiny. Shivers went down my spine, we may be the only mortals in history ever to touch the obelisks. It appeared the keepers of the obelisks, three silver Great Wyrms, were asleep near the central tower. Goethe surmised they had contracted the pakthryxl and could not be woke. I spotted an incredibly intricate key around the neck of one and removed it. If there is a key then there must be a lock somewhere! I lugged the giant key up the spiral staircase of the inner tower. It was quite heavy and it banged against each step. Within the obelisk, we found libraries of books on each floor, the books were filled with draconic names cover to cover. Someone found a thick log book on a table that had some mysterious numerology riddle written on the inside cover. We deciphered the riddle quickly, it read like a treasure map to a secret floor in the tower. On our way to the secret floor we could hear heavy footsteps and the grinding of gears echo. It was impossible to tell where the noise was coming from so we pushed on in high alert. We slowly crept into a large library at the same moment as “it”.

A huge dragon form marched up the steps on the opposite end of the room. With each step the sound of winding gears, jerking pulleys, and vibrating screws echoed. It didn’t look alive or undead, it looked like it was crafted and it noticed us instantly. The dragon was covered with gleaming metal and countless complex cogs and gears. It moved with mechanical precision and had the presence of a dangerous killing machine. “Apsu help us!”, was the only thing I could say after watching my bullets bounce off its metallic shell. I heard pressure building within the metal dragon’s throat before it sprayed us with a stream of sleeping gas. I fell asleep.

When I woke up next, it was to the tune of Goethe and Myrrh delicately folding the clockwork dragon into a more portable size. My crews’ bodies were tore up pretty good but their faces were smiling. How in the hell did my crew defeat that invincible metal dragon? Those bastards still won’t tell me what happened. “Shouldn’t of fell asleep Reskafar you missed one hell of a show”, was all they would say. And for some mysterious reason Aven, Myrrh, and Goethe kept calling Lorenz the “Techno Game Master”. It is all very infuriating, plus I can’t find my giant metal key.

I am sure once they are done teasing me for falling asleep they will give up the goods. We continued on our journey to the secret floor using the numerology riddle. We went up floors than down floors until the sequence was complete. Goethe believed powerful magic was at work since the tower’s physical structure could not hold so many floors. “Were here!”, shouted Aven. We all peered into the small room, an ominous pulsating blue portal was at the heart of the room, beckoning to us to come hither. “Dragons are fucking crazy” is all we could say before jumping in the portal.

I can’t even imagine what comes next. Where are we going? Will we come face to face with Slate? If so what will we do?

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Invasion!!! Destruction of Midvale
Captain's log found on bilge

Things fell into a blurry rhythm in Midvale. Days full of dock building or whatever insane command Great Hunter could think of. Nights full of drinking, partying, and vomiting. Mornings spent waking up in the gutter with a titanic hangover. We did manage to open the newest hole-in-the-wall pub in Midvale, on Hole-In-The-Wall street in the tavern district. Great Hunter hasn’t named his bar yet (Reskafar’s Roost?), but it has been a bright spot so far due to Goethe brewing a 99.99% proof drink called Big Sting. I bet you can’t guess what the 0.01% super secret ingredient is that gives it that little extra (pssst…don’t tell the Wyvern babies). Life was good until it wasn’t.

We were settling down for the 15th grand opening day in a row when we heard deafening thunder claps nearby. Apsu’s Dragon Heaven hasn’t stormed at all during our stay because we fly over the weather so a storm was unnatural. The thunderstorm was mystery enough to lure the drunkards out of the taverns including us. Great Hunter wanted to take a closer look and offered to give us a lift to observe the phenomenon. We flew high in the air towards the lightning flashes, as we neared, it looked like the lightning was searching for something on a distant island. “That island is new”, proclaimed Goethe, “It is not on any of my maps”. Another mystery.

“Huh…Goethe is that on your maps”, my voice trembled with fear while pointing at a huge swirling vortex that was opening above us. The vortex’s intense wind shear hit us first, bolts of lightning flashed all around us, and thunder drowned out all other noise. The vortex wasn’t pulling us in but opening a portal to another world. From the center of the vortex emerged hundreds of stitched-together skeletal dragons that were power diving at high speed towards Midvale. Between thunder claps you could hear them screaming, “Father you keep such weak petitioners!”. They flew past us like a swarm of locust to feast upon Midvale. Not many fortifications or defenders in place like Midvale the carnage would be absolute.

After the undead dragon army passed us Great Hunter began to fall. His mysterious sleep had returned. His slumber was so deep my musket nor Myrrh’ blades could rouse him. He crashed like a cannonball in a building below causing total destruction and a deep crater. Luckily I fell safely to the ground while maneuvering with my wings to the site of the crash. After joining the others around the unconscious Great Hunter, five of the skeletal dragons attacked. The evil dragons were held together by bones of various good dragons and wore glowing amulets around their necks. They attacked savagely with breath weapons of all kinds. They were close to overwhelming us and would have succeeded if it wasn’t for Myrrh’s quick thinking. He deftly swiped the amulets from their necks before we all died. The skeletons collapsed like dominoes without the magic amulets binding them together. “I should of done that sooner”, Myrrh cheerfully said while casually twirling the necklaces in his hands.

Fortunately, Great Hunter woke just enough from the pakthryxl to change his shape and ask to be taken to his hoard island. Vilya Sul was waiting for us. “I have found the bastard Slate”, Vilya declared, “I have tracked him to many different islands up here, but he has found one he likes best”.
“Don’t tell me, we going to the lightning island”, said a weary Lorenz.
“Yes, he is there at the island with six black monoliths. He must be searching for something. We must hurry to save Balijin”, she ordered frantically.
“Go my friends…Stop…Slate….you are the only ones who can…”, said Great Hunter before drifting off to sleep again.

What is Slate up too? Why would he attack Midvale? How has the pakthryxl penetrated heaven? If we truly are heavens last hope then our names will echo through eternity if we succeed!!! Plus I like Great Hunter.

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A Dirty Joke!!! Meeting in Midvale
Captain's log found on mizzen mast

We probably should of bought a boat to float south down the River of Holding to Lake Verdigris and eventually to Midvale it would have saved us a lot of time, blood, and dignity. Dragon Heaven was infested with crazy amounts of dire animals and infinite monstrous dinosaurs. I guess dragons don’t fear foot slogging monsters much since they can just fly away if attacked or just crush face. Reminds me I need to start working out my wings if I intend to fly down to the surface. We for the most part hid in Goethe’s rope trick until threats passed, it was safer for everyone especially Kaledith, who was still badly shaken from being devoured by a Tyrannosaurus. She ordered all of us to be her meat shields if we crossed paths with more hungry predators. We all owed her money and generally felt bad she was eaten so we obeyed. It was quite humorous watching her cling to Goethe and beg him to cast his magic whenever she heard a strange noise, smelled an odor, or felt a stiff wind. So travel was slow to say the least.

We took an old ferry across the lake to Midvale. Kaledith never looked so happy leaving the dire wilderness. As we approached the city it was easy to tell we were about to enter a city unlike any on the ground below. The city looked as if it had been rebuilt numerous times by a mad architect who didn’t like straight edges. There were many crooked towers pointed in random directions, streets that didn’t seem to go anywhere, and crude dragon perches jutting out of every wall. The best thing was there were freaking dragons everywhere! Metallic wyrms of all ages and assorted lesser dragon kin made up the hustle and bustle. The petitioners were all lively, loud, and enjoying heaven to the max. My kind of town, it reminded me of the pirate port cities in the Eye, where anything could happen. Waiting at the port was an wide awake Great Hunter. He gave us a frightening thousand yard stare as we neared.

“Fuck he doesn’t look happy to see us”, I told everyone.
“He will be happy to see his treasure again”, responded Lorenz. I noticed the faintest signs of sweat around his collar.

Once we stepped on the dock, Great Hunter rose to his colossal height and bellowed, “Welcome dirty hoard thieves, let’s have a drink to get to know one another”. After we were all seated and flagons full inside the dragon sized tavern, he told a hilarious joke to break the ice about huge dragon dicks that had us all rolling in laughter,some of us more than others. We presented his stolen treasure and tried to leave. Great Hunter didn’t allow us to leave and things got pretty tense as he asserted his dominance over us. When he started bullying poor Kaledith to drink, Lorenz found the courage to stand up to him. I was pretty sure Lorenz was going to be punched through a load bearing wall, but surprisingly Aven interjected with an exceptional dirty joke to ease the tension. I didn’t quite get the punchline of the joke because it involved munthrek sex which is gross. Great Hunter was overjoyed and forgot about Kaledith. He roared in tremendous laughter. “You got style puny fish man! It has been decades since I heard a good joke. Let us drink through to sunrise in celebration of being awake in the land of the dead”.

Great Hunter challenged us to an epic drinking contest that captured the attention of the whole pub and others from the street. The first drunkard to fall was Myrrh after downing a potent elvish elixir that made him vomit violently and blast diarrhea all over himself. The crowd cheered wildly. The war between dwarf fire ale and elf absinthe raged in my belly, but I managed to kept the battle from spilling over onto the table. Aven and Great Hunter were also struggling with the same war. “I won’t lose to you, Big Copper”, was the last thing I said before taking another shot and blacking out. When I woke up some time later I heard Aven and Great Hunter tied. The last drink pushed them both past their limits and rivers of vomit flowed. I wish I could of saw it! Imagine how many buckets of punk a colossal Copper Wyrm can spew.

Great Hunter had one more surprise for us in the morning, the Deep Sea Current was docked on the other side of the city! We arrived, extremely hungover, to find a jittery but unmolested crew. “Old friend it is nice to see you again”, I telepathically greeted the ship after stepping on the gangplank. The whole ship shook, a warm greeting.

“How in the hell did you get 10 miles in the sky?”, I asked the ship. “The Golden Plaque”, Deep Sea Current gurgled. Before I could examine the mysterious golden plaque, Great Hunter ordered us to take him to his new lair on a island in the lake.

He was honest with us and said he was commanded to keep us occupied while the Elders dealt with State, Gray Scale, and pakthryxl which could take years. He then gave each of us new titles for our future roles. Goethe was assigned “Chief Wyvern Excrement Engineer”, Lorenz “Hoard Accountant”, Aven “Chief Drinking Buddy”, Myrrh “Wyvern Babysitter”, Kaledith “Head Maid”, and myself “Dock Builder”.

How long will be prisoners here?

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Impossible Trial!!! The Elder Dragons' Verdict
Captain's log found on quarterdeck

We were led into a stupendous grand hall to await trial by the Elder Dragon Council. Strangely we were allowed to keep our weapons which made me think we were either gonna be hunted for sport or we were so insignificant it didn’t matter. Lorenz advised against violence, “No need to tie our own nooses”. None of us had any idea what would happen next, no clue about draconic law, only vague speculation, and bellies full of fear. I told my crew in jest a few times, “I should be safe since I am dragon, but you guys are probably boned”. I only got dagger stares in return. My view point of the predicament was simple, we were pawns following orders from other pawns in a scheme shrouded in so much mystery it makes your head spin. We were hired for a job, took what we were told to take, and didn’t leave a tidal wave of corpses in our wake only a little wave of corpses. If we were honest and humble maybe they would show us the kindness of a quick death.

Stoically the five metallic Elder Dragons made their entrance, some in dragon form others in munthrek form. Elder Brilliant Matron a gold dragon, Elder Storm Born a silver dragon, Elder Ocean King a bronze dragon, Elder Mountain a copper dragon, and Elder Voice of the Desert a brass dragon. Their combined majesty was too much for my kobold heart to take and my emotions ran wild. Coming in, I was prepared to fight tooth and nail for my life, but my heart swooned as I gazed upon them, such power, such grace, and such prestige, then terror sweep over me like a blanket. I realized instantly, I was nothing compared to them, lower than low, a flea upon a mole. My desperation subsided when I remembered my crew, their faces reminded me of the hell we had gone through and the faith we had in one another. Even in the presence of godlike dragons there was still hope. I trusted my crew to save my life since I knew I couldn’t save anyone.

“We are here to discuss your role as dirty hoard thieves”, Brilliant Matron began. “Fuck we’re dead!”, I thought as I slide a finger on to my musket trigger, “We were caught red handed!”.
“If you are found guilty you will be executed immediately. How do you plea?”, she finished. I looked wistfully at Lorenz and Myrrh for help. Lorenz was about to speak, but was rudely cut off by Goethe, “May I please address the court”.

The “Fuck we’re dead!”, thoughts intensified. Goethe began by clearing his throat with ear-piercing devil noises that reminded me of claws on a grindstone. Everyone including the Elder dragons looked uncomfortable. He then removed a scroll from his robe, unrolled it delicately, and then stared at it silently for near eternity. The room was eerily quiet. Right as Brilliant Matron was about to interject, Goethe started to read our defense out loud in a dry droning voice like we were all students at one his lectures in Magnimar. The Elders looked unmoved by the speech but not angry except for Elder Mountain who looked at us maliciously.

“See guilty, they are hoard plunderers. The white one admitted it!”, Elder Mountain barked. “Please Elder Mountain, reserve your judgement until the end. We have more questions”, Matron turned to me and calmly said, “Captain Reskafar, What say you?”.
“Umm…um..Finders keepers…um…um…umm…we saw a platinum dragon”, I nervously mumbled much to the others dismay. The Elders ears pinned back slightly at the mention of platinum.

“What my companions are trying to say in their own way is that the Great Hunter’s treasure was collected in a lawless land and it was unprotected. Did you care how the Great Hunter amassed his treasure from the ruins of Azlant? Why would you care if he lost it?”, Lorenz elegantly stated with his noble voice. The dragons looked perplexed for a split second. Lorenz continued, “We did see a Platinum Great Wyrm. Our collaborator, Yigorin Slate and his benefactor Grayscale, made the entire operation possible through unknown means. It was State who transformed into the Platinum Dragon and vanished moments before the arrival of your kin. It appears to me all of us have been betrayed in someway by the actions of these two men”. Elder Storm Born rose instantly from his seat when he heard the name Grayscale, he shot a look to Brilliant Matron, and exited. “By the Gods, Lorenz was magnificent”, I thought.

“I am ready to declare my judgement”, announced Brilliant Matron, “You must seek justice from Great Hunter. It was his hoard you stole. Let him decide your fate”. With that, the other Elders nodded in agreement and vacated, except for Elder Mountain who stormed out. We were happy as clams with the ruling. Hopefully, Great Hunter will be merciful if we returned his hoard.

After the trial, Brilliant Matron gave us an audience. She explained where to find Great Hunter and cleared the confusion behind many mysteries. Holy shit we were in dragon heaven, Apsu’s Ambulatory, and all the inhabitants were petitioners! Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would be in such a sacred place. She explained that the pakthryxl state we found Great Hunter in, was unnerving and unnatural. Lastly before she excused herself, she told us the fairy tale of the last Platinum Great Wyrm and her gray eggs. I could of listened to Brilliant Matron talk forever and was disappointed when she took leave. We made a few preparations and took in a few sights before we departed the Opalescence Palace.

We decided to walk to Midvale which was the designated meeting place with Great Hunter. Many petitioners warned us of the dangers of journey, especially when walking, but we were already on borrowed time so there was no rush. The walk along the river was refreshing and it made us forget we were actually flying on a island many miles above Azlant. Aven took point and scouted ahead since he is good in the jungle or so I thought. Suddenly, Goethe got a SOS from Blatz who was with Aven, then we heard the screams. Lorenz enchanted my legs with powerful magic and I was able to effortlessly follow Myrrh through the thick foliage. We found Aven with a gigantic anaconda constricted around him, his head had swollen bright purple from the blood being squeezed away from his heart. I unloaded many bullets into the snake and Myrrh slashed its vitals. I didn’t notice the enormous eggs next to me, but I did notice the ginormous Tyrannosaurus Rex trampling through the jungle on its way to protect the eggs. We could hear Aven’s bones breaking from the crushing, the T-Rex would have to wait, saving Aven came first. The serpent took a heavy beating from Myrrh and me, but it was Aven stabbing wildly with a dagger that killed it. What about the T-Rex?

“HOLY LIVING SHIT! THE TYRANNOSAURUS JUST ATE KALEDITH”, I heard Lorenz shriek. Sure enough I turned around to see Kaledith’s legs kicking from outside the jaws of the dinosaur. Things would be very bad for us if she died in such a gruesome encore.

“Stop the T-Rex Lorenz! We will be there to help in a second”, I shouted. I watched as Lorenz pointed his finger at the creature, drew his sword, boldly slashed the air a few times, and then with all his might thrust his sword into the beast’s leg. The sword bent like a wet noodle against the monstrous leg. Lorenz looked up at the reptile with futility in his eyes and watched the monster swallow Kaledith, legs and all. I took aim and fired many deadly shots thanks to Goethe’s magic, and severely wounded the tyrant lizard. Myrrh landed some hard strikes but ended up in its maw, next in line to be eaten. Lorenz continued his anemic wet noodle onslaught. Just as the Tyrannosaurus was about to eat Myrrh, I shot a bullet through the back of its head and it fell dead to the ground. Aven surgically extracted Kaledith from its stomach with his great sword. She was covered in gore from head to toe, burned by reflex acid, but was breathing. Again we heard another scream.

We turned to see a dire bear tearing Goethe apart, I thought he was dead for sure, because I could literally see chunks of his flesh floating in the water. “The Zoo is closed today”, I shouted and savagely blasted the bear. Thankfully, Goethe was still alive and shifted his bloody remains out of the bear’s clutches. The bear fled empty-handed.

This place is scary as hell and we still need to see the Great Wyrm who knows we stole his hoard. Go us!!!

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Contract Complete!!! Ascension
Captain's log found on bowspirt

I write this now as my crew and I are awaiting trial and likely execution by the Elder Wyrm Dragon Council for mysterious crimes we may have committed. It’s all bullshit and Slate’s fault. Not a soul has spoken to us since our capture. We are imprisoned in the deepest dungeon of the mighty Dragon Fortress City on an island floating above Azlant. This place makes the Mordant Spire look like a slum after a hurricane. It all started a week ago after we stormed the shores of Azlant with treasure on the brain. Please allow me to start at the beginning of a long and tragic story…

The conflict between the Wyverns and the Sea Drakes over the Great Hunter’s territory had tipped in the Wyvern’s favor. The bigger brains on the crew surmised Big Sting was the Wyvern king and possessed the other half of Slate’s treasure map. I was supremely confident, in my ability to track down Big Sting since he and I have dragon blood coursing through our veins. It took us three days exploring the Wyvern stomping grounds to track Big Sting. Wyvern attacks were commonplace. In the end, we prevailed in finding Big Sting’s lair after a particularly dangerous battle with Lord Sting’s royal guard. They came at us while we were scaling cliffs, I thought we were doomed, but Lorenz saved the day by summoning his awkward griffon and single-handedly defeating them in an outrageous aerial combat the likes of which will never be seen again. He effortlessly mopped them up like we never even encountered them in the first place. Lorenz the wily bastard even managed to extract the location of Big Sting’s lair from a falling Wyvern in midair. It was insane! We got to the lair in no time.

Myrrh and I crept into Big Sting’s salt encrusted lair just to get the lay of the land, I swear we didn’t make a sound, but Big Sting detected us and roared a malevolent challenge. I roared my musket right back into his nasty face to answer the challenge. It was time to see who was packing the bigger stinger! His mate emerged from the darkness ready to sting the shit out of us while the rest of my crew piled into the cave. Goethe channeled his powers, Aven swung his great sword, Myrrh aimed for organs, and I stood my ground musket barrel blazing. The kill shot shattered his scales and shredded his bones but not before Aven and I got stung, poisoned, beaten, and slammed. I was willing to spare Big Sting’s mate due to the hatch-lings so I merely grazed her and told her to flee with her babies. Aven and Myrrh had other plans and used the opportunity to try out a new tactic I like to call “stabby stabby chop chop” because the poor lady was turned to mince meat in a blink of an eye in front of her hatch-lings.
I turned to the newborns and calmly said in an even tone, “It was not our intention to do this in front of you. For that we’re sorry. But you can take our word for it, your parents had it comin’. When you grow up, if you still feel raw about it, We’ll be waiting”.

We were fortunate sons and found the missing map in the hatch-ling nest along with Azlanti artifacts, coinage, and a weapons cache. Aven and Goethe examined the map and declared we were in the Great Hunter’s lair. Hot-Damn we truly were fortunate sons!!!

“We did it, the dragon hoard is ours”, Aven triumphantly declared.
“I will start looking for traps”, Myrrh said pulling out his tools.
“What about the Great Wyrm? It is unlawful to take what is not ours”, Goethe questioned.
“Pirate law clearly states FINDERS KEEPERS!, I excitedly responded.
“It is written in holy triplicate that possession is nine tenths of the law, my friends”, Lorenz answered with a wide grin. Goethe relented, he was too curious about the lair to press the issue. A treasure larger than life was waiting for us.

Around the next corner we got the thrill of a lifetime, we came face to face, with a massive horn-crowned head with bright copper scales. The coppery Great Wyrm had a ridged tail and long wings but was still as a mountain. Not gonna lie we all peed a little because if the dragon woke and found us in his hoard not even Lorenz mercurial words could save us. I thought my best bet at survival would be to trip Goethe and make a run for it. Luckily I didn’t need to do that since the Great Wyrm mysteriously did not stir and peacefully slumbered. Coppers are tricky but I had doubts one would go so far as to let Wyverns settle in his den. Fuck it, before the others could stop me I gave the dragon a hard pat on the nose. I almost fainted with fear and those watching faces were paralyzed in comedic shock. Still no reaction from the dragon. “I will rouse the dragon”, I told my comrades while I pointed my musket at it’s coppery eye. Just kidding I am not so dumb to shoot a Great Wyrm in the face. We quietly backed away to gather ourselves.

We had reached the goal of the contract and a snoozing Great Wyrm was not gonna stop us now. We quickly found another wing in the cave that led into the ruins of an ancient Azlanti temple. Myrrh easily disabled every trap and opened every locked door. We had hit pay dirt like never before because behind every door was unimaginable lost treasure. The first room contained Azlanti antiques galore, the second room contained weapons of peerless quality including a set of five daggers of great beauty, and the last vault held several mysterious objects including the Dragon-hide Armor Slate was after. We all did our happy dances. We separated into two groups. Aven and I fetched Slate and Kaledith due to contractual obligation (Lorenz insisted). Goethe, Lorenz, and Myrrh documented the treasure in holy triplicate.

Big brother Slate was the happiest I had ever seen him. Kaledith was also beaming brightly. We made great haste to the hoard, during the journey Slate was not shy about using his powers to move us along. Big Bro easily removed every inconvenience blocking our path including menacing Wyverns. I thought to myself, “Why did he need us? He’s got power to spare!”. We made it to the hoard in record time and Slate wasted no time getting to the armor. He was possessed, only fixated on the armor, and didn’t give a shit about any of the other priceless treasure. Lorenz talked a mile a minute to slow Slate’s roll. Slate divulged that he wanted the armor for his self (not his benefactor) because of the one of a kind platinum scales the armor was made from.

“I never heard of a platinum dragon”, I said. “No one has”, replied Slate with a toothy smile. I don’t think we could of but we never tried to stop him since the armor was his under the terms of the contract. We all really wanted to know was Slate’s plan for the armor and kept pressing him.
“How about a demonstration?”, Slate ominously offered, “With this know that you held up your end of the bargain!”. Huh….

Slate laid the platinum dragon-hide armor before him and pulled out his magic lamp. He rubbed the lamp while uttering loudly, “Balijan! Grant me my second wish now!!!”. Tendrils of blue smoke emanated from the lamp spout and grabbed the pieces of armor whirling them high in the air. Slowly each piece of armor began fusing with Slate’s flesh, he cackled like a demon, to push through the agony of the melding. The cave walls shook, cracks of thunder echoed, and the wind howled. A blinding light flashed during the crescendo of magical energy. Once Slate’s metamorphosis was complete things calmed down. The blue smoke dissipated revealing Slate new form as a graceful Platinum Great Wyrm of extraordinary size and shimmering scales. I felt like I was going to be crushed by his overwhelming beautiful presence. Slate looked pleased as hell.

“Me next”, I cried.
Slate stopped laughing, stretched out his his wings, and roared to the heavens. Slate smiled to us and said, “I must be going now my friends. Sorry to leave you after you have given me so much but I have things to do. Know that nothing will be the same anymore”, he then disappeared leaving his last words hanging in the air, “Until we meet again my friends”.

“Me next”, I cried again desperately, the words echoed through the cave. We all dumbfounded stared at each other.
“What in the hell was that?”, a shocked Aven spoke.
“Was that good for us or bad?”, questioned a shaken Myrrh.
“Very interesting he used a wish to become one with the platinum scales”, Goethe said.
“Let’s pack up the treasure before something else happens”, commanded a nervous Lorenz. At that moment the tremors began again and loud flapping noises rolled in from the outside.
“What now?”, said a worried Kaledith.

Then we saw a man with a powerful build adored with flawless silver full plate armor enter the lair. “Everyone out!!!”, he shouted and to emphasize his point he pierced his sword a foot deep into the stone floor in a dazzling display. We all obeyed. Outside of the cave he were surrounded by monstrous Great Wyrm dragons. My emotions were in shambles I was one part awed, one part happy, and seven parts scared shitless. Goethe demanded, “What is the meaning of this?”. The Gold dragon picked him up and squeezed him unconscious and told the rest of us, “You will be judged”. She then spread her wings and took off with Goethe towards a flying island that was slowly eclipsing the sun. The other dragons each grabbed one us and did the same.

Now we await our fate. Will this be a fair trial? What are the charges? Can we escape?

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Dealing with Dragons!!! Yigorin’s Confession
Captain's log found on main masthead

Myrrh had us worried for nothing, that bastard casually appeared out of nowhere on the top deck as if he had never left. He couldn’t stop yapping about the Nereid, “She is so gorgeous and trustworthy She deserves more treasure, not just Goethe’s ioun stones!”. Goethe shot a pissy glare at him and grumbled, “You are under her influence it will wear off in due time”. After questioning Myrrh for some time he finally remembered that he met the Dragon Turtle who is allied with his aquatic crush.

We sent in the negotiator to deal with the Turtle and the Nereid. The Dragon Turtle wanted copious amounts of poisonous jellyfish and the Nereid wanted Myrrh for safe passage. Sounded fair to me since Myrrh didn’t object (He may have been holding hands with the Nereid). Aven immediately formed a plan to ensnare the great lightning jelly with fishing nets and hooks. He bravely dove into the water and swiftly wrapped the jelly up tight like a rolled joint. I then butchered the trapped fish. Lorenz and Goethe worked together to create new “treasures” to present to the Nereid at a banquet in her honor on board the ship. They grabbed all sorts of crap items and painted them blue like the ocean including midnight milk, fish hooks, apples, and a battered frying pan. I wasn’t convinced we could trade a blue frying pan for Myrrh but what do I know. bluefryingpan.jpg We all dressed in our best for the banquet, Helig and Kaledith prepared a grand meal with all the fixings, Goethe and I made firecrackers, Aven caught some nice fish, and Tebrilith along with the rest of the crew sang sweet ballads. During the middle of the feast, Lorenz ceremoniously presented each “treasure’ to the Nereid along with the amazing and riveting history of each treasure. I never knew that frying pan belonged to the dissenting Korvosan Prince who founded Magnimar. The Nereid happily took the new spectacular “treasures” in exchange for Myrrh’s freedom. During the banquet, the Dragon Turtle was back stroking around the ship happily gorging on toxic jellyfish. All in all not a bad way to spend a night.

We sailed across the great lake the next morning after saying goodbyes to our new friends. The boat barely made it up the narrow tributary feeding the lake but we managed with my excellent command. From the impossibly high cliffs, several gaunt Sea Drakes swooped down and angrily shouted for Slate to show himself. Well that was certainly unexpected. Once Slate made it on deck, he casually smiled at the raging Sea Drakes. The Sea Drakes went mad calling him a liar, a coward, and insinuated that the map he gave them was a trap. Goethe pressed Slate for explanation. What in the hell have we got ourselves into? What else is Yigorin hiding? Is Big Sting going to kill us? Is the Great Hunter for real? That crap doesn’t matter because my treasure sense is tingling!!!

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