Geno's soul is being held hostage till the Sheildless can obtain the last item for the weird chaos thing that popped out of his sword a couple weeks ago. That item is in a place of 'untold' danger; the bahazaine crater. Where our dragon borne friend Kragon is from, where he can't go back to but took us to anyways to help out our friend.
Without event we hiked up and down mountains, Kragon holding a burning stick that would keep all the baddies off of us the entire way.
At long last we found ourselves in front of the BloodTalon clan's fortress thing. Kragon goes up and knocks on the door, gets knocked out, and dragged into the fortress while a whole legion of dragons and draco hounds (like rancor dogs) come pouring out. The rest of the team stared wide eyed and warred with themselves and each other over going in to the fray and saving Kragon or running. The incense stops burning and there's a bone chilling howl right before a hawk sized wyvern find us and starts spewing fire into the air to alert the dragons of our position.
Yeah we ran.
Ran straight into a herd of wild boar. Ran straight into the thick sticky mud of a river filled with crocodiles. Ran towards the more familiar parts of the jungle and maybe back to White Cliff to get the help of Tacit's aunt.
Then Verdant heard some women calling for help and had to run off and be hero. Idiot. Zii told him not to go, Kragon was their first priority after staying alive, but Mr. Knight-in-dented-armor had to go and save the day.
Turns out Zii was right. They were evil man eating dryads. The party got wrapped up in thorny vines and nearly killed till Eratar (who was the Sheriff from Dead's End in our campaign with Shawn and Missy) shows up and does his minotaurly awesome head bashing.
With a little persuasion, and Tacit's cute 16 year old puppy eyes, Eratar is going to help us find and rescue Kragon. Sweet.
Now we just have to come up with a plan.
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