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The Metal Man
The day after my strange dream was also strange. Some of the others seem to have had dreams of their own but didn’t share in detail or really help me interpret what I had dreamed. For kobolds a dream like I had would occupy the elders time and focus until we agreed upon what it meant.

Anton found a way to free Bob from the cold room. That makes chirping and talking to the eggs easier but puts Bob in places where he tests everyone’s resolve for tolerance. That included Bob taunting most of us while we took a walk to the base of the tower.

The tower has many doors. I found the one with all of the holy symbols of every god I know and many I or the others do not the most interesting. I would have been content to just look at the things that could be seen without opening things up but the others aren’t as self disciplined. I am good at getting into things but when I am a guest I know that it is rude to explore where you have not been told you are welcome.

Behind the interesting door was a small black sphere magically floating in the middle of that triggered my inner senses of kobold self preservation. Bob taunted the others and to prove his point eventually grabbed and hung from the sphere while taunting and calling us cowards and anything else that sprang to mind.

When he did this the strange arch higher in the tower activated. Theran evidently does not own this place as much as he is the trusted custodian who keeps to what he knows. Which is fine and an even better reason to mind our guest manners.

The noise of the arche’s activation drew Varis from his research and Oscar from his slumber. They had not joined the rest of us until then. When we all reached the arch it showed whatever we asked to see. I so wanted to look in on the lair and burrows but know you never know who else might be looking. I did catch a glimpse of the odd dragons from my dreams and I assume the others did too.

The others recognized a place among all of the visions that seemed to point to the next place we should look for the imprisoned storm giant king. As we started to talk about traveling there an alarm that tells the teleportation circle is about to be used sounded. A big metal man came through.

From the ruins the others concluded this was an effort by the Frost Giant Queen to extract revenge. Oscar’s weapon proved to be the only one that could damage the metal man who had several very effective ways of damaging us. I got a whiff of its breath and am still trying to recover from that. Eventually through a combination of spells and Oscar’s pick the metal man crumpled into a pile of metal.

As the others plan what to do and where to go next I will meditate and commune with the Bright Light that Does Not Blind and seek his guidance. He will know about the strange dragons and what part they play in all of this. I.may ask his guidance on the white eggs too. At least one of them still lives as the hated orb glowed in their presence. I may ask Theran if there is a way for me to have a sort of dragon breath of my own through spells. I do not use my gifts of the scale sorcerer often but I sense I might need to use them better.

If we go to a big city where I can find a shine to the Bright Light the Does Not Blind I will go there. I might need some help finding it. Big cities are confusing to me and if it is in the middle of the day it is hard to look up and see much. My eyes don’t like how bright the Sun can be.

Oscar has been gambling with local gnomes. SInce I left the burrow I have not met a gnome. How would they react to me? Would my ancestors hatred still feel my heart? I do not think so. Would they be willing to talk to me? If he is planning on gambling tonight I might ask to go along. Or maybe it would be better if he invited a gnome to come over for breakfast?
Session: Valley of the Mage! - Tuesday, Feb 13 2018 from 5:00 PM to 8:00 PM
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RE: SHYTE!
Anton Ramondo
Never being one in favor of slavery, I felt a twinge of pity for Bob, the ice mephit. He was held against his will. I freed him and now, I have the dubious pleasure of his foul mouthed company. I noticed he was around pestering everyone while it was peaceful, but the minute the big metal monster showed up, he was gone. I am not sure I want his "help" for the year he promised.


I was there, I was the one rolling around laughing while you dropped your sword! Lucky for you Oscar and the mage who is only good for antiquing and buying questionable art saved your ass!
Session: Valley of the Mage! - Tuesday, Feb 13 2018 from 5:00 PM to 8:00 PM
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SHYTE!
Never being one in favor of slavery, I felt a twinge of pity for Bob, the ice mephit. He was held against his will. I freed him and now, I have the dubious pleasure of his foul mouthed company. I noticed he was around pestering everyone while it was peaceful, but the minute the big metal monster showed up, he was gone. I am not sure I want his "help" for the year he promised.

And what was that monster that came through the portal? The only weapon that did any damage was Oskar's war pick. Nothing seemed to hurt that thing. After the battle we discovered that the war pick was made with adamantine. So now I have to look for some arrow heads made from that stuff. and we have discovered that the red woman may be involved. I though we oput her out of our misery 250 years ago. Nope, she's still around and causing trouble. We have to finished her soon. She still cavorts with Gnolls and I think it's about time we put the fear back into them. I will be their Babayagga! I will do it for Black Wolf's memory!
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Anton is a skin bag of farts!
He smells so bad....



An ancient and primordial power.
...Since the Rain of colorless fire Shothragot has slumbered, dreaming under the world. Waiting, siphoning power from its unwitting servants above. It is the key to freeing it's master and unraveling everything, forever...




....he has to sneak up on the bathwater!
Session: Valley of the Mage! - Tuesday, Feb 13 2018 from 5:00 PM to 8:00 PM
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Strange Dream
Dear Great Grandmother and Uncle

I woke up from a strange dream! I was about to tell a great white wyrm that she is a liar. Telling other dragons that we stole her eggs. No, no, no! She let the giants take her eggs. I was about to tell her she is a liar and then I woke up! I am writing you to remember so I can share with my friends.

Very strange dragons. Not the ten true children of the Greatest Grandparents. Some like some others strange. A black, a blue, a green, a white but no red, very strange. No true metallic dragons. One of steel, one of sand, one of a deep brown were nothing like any true dragon. The final two of the nine, one was of shadow and the other a black light night, like polished onyx or a void. I am not sure.

The white looked at me. I thought of good things to say to some I would say if I were just me, the other I would say if I were a great dragon. No one to listen to my words but I will keep them handy. As I started to speak I found myself standing in the middle of the nest I made on this bed. Did anyone hear me start to speak? Draconic carries even in a voice as small as mine.

I should go check on the eggs. I am very concerned that we were too clumsy. My friends did not know about how eggs do best. They must be kept the same for as much time as needed. We let them get warm for what I hope was not too long of a time.

I wonder if my friends had strange dreams like me?


Session: Valley of the Mage! - Tuesday, Feb 13 2018 from 5:00 PM to 8:00 PM
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