Episode 4: The Songs of War - Session 2

With some ceremonial hand waving and minor preparation the town of Phandalin was left to fend for itself, yet again, as the Iron Suns made their way to Cormyr. Cormyr is the birthplace of both the deceased Ticier, and the dark halfling Wellby.

Wellby instructed the party on the finer points of Cormyr's bureaucracy during the trip. You now have a certified release to operate as the Iron Suns within the countries borders. You converted some currency, and you made sure not to hunt the king's game animals.

You saw evidence of increased Cult of the Dragon operations and skirted the Well of Dragons which was crawling with chromatic dragons of all shapes and sizes. Something large is going on there, but the Iron Suns are obviously not nearly strong enough to wade into that fight, yet.

Eventually, you made your way to the Vast Swamp. A desolate and dark pit on the countryside that seems to suck in light itself. After getting lost for several days and enduring a few random encounters, you came across a coven of Hags. They knew of Wellby, and what he seeks. Their only input was that "she will wear the song until she dies." The convinced Wellby to let Truffle play one of the sheets of music already obtained in exchange for the information. Everyone heard the most horrific sounds Truffle has every played, but the hags seemed delighted and pleased.

The party found their way to the lost fort and began to search the ruins ending the session with a bang as Simeon's divine might smashed several skeletons to dust.

Here are some points to read:

http://forgottenrealms.wikia.com/wiki/Cormyr

http://forgottenrealms.wikia.com/wiki/Vast_Swamp

The Well of Dragons was a citadel operated by the Cult of the Dragon in the canyonlands near the Sunset Mountains. The site was a legendary graveyard of dragons and historically many dragons would travel to the Well of Dragons to die. Cultists freed the shadow dragon guardian of the site and built a citadel where they carried out their activities which mainly involved attempting to transform dragons into dracoliches. The citadel was well defended as it often came under attack from treasure hunters and dragons angered by the cult's beliefs.[1]

In the late 15th century DR the citadel was co-ruled by a death knight named Naergoth Bladelord and a lich known as Vargo the Faceless.[1]

The party holds it's breath as the last bones stop rolling or spinning. Simeon's prayer was clearly heard by Torm, the skeletons, and potentially anything else in these corridors. The element of surprise is surely lost.

However, you have no idea what, if anything, lurks the slimey, dark halls ahead of you. A chill runs up your spine as the silene stretches on for a few seconds. It seems like the fort is holding its breath too...

And apparently when ever Wellby fails his stealth check, he somehow finds the most brittle thing to accidently step on that makes the loudest noise (Apparently its the only dry bone in the room, in a sunken fort in the swamp). Causes the awkward moment and says "Damnit." when the beasties look at him.