(Using milestone advancement)
Norixius Osier reached Level 3.
So here we were risking our necks again, all because someone told us to. Tarbaw Nighthill does not inspire a particularly strong sense of loyalty in me, but the possibility of dragon treasure spurs me into following his design. Before I know it, my fellows and I are sneaking into an entire camp of Dragon Cultists.
It was easy enough to slip in unnoticed after we made it past the rearguard. Mercenaries, kobolds, and cultists wandered in and out without incident, so soon, so did we. Travok and Canis dirtied themselves up to blend in, while I let magic do the job for me. Osier, Oriana, and Caelynn circled around the side at the top of the ridge to keep an eye out for us.
Too soon, however, we were put to work. I ended up in the cooking tent with Travok (or, Jack, he was calling himself), and Canis happily went to shovel manure. I thought a small cooking accident might stir up enough of a distraction to allow us to look around, but one of the Cultists recognized Travok from Greenest, and my plan was ruined in the middle of its inception.
I was unceremoniously knocked unconscious, and when I came to, were were face to face with who I came to learn was Frulam Mondath. Travok was sentenced to death at dawn, while I managed to convince her that the dwarf had magically charmed me into this suicide mission. I was allowed to leave, and even paid off some guard to retrieve my items for me. Later, I disguised myself as Mondath herself, and while the true Wyrmspeaker broke for sup, I strode into her tent, retrieved Travok’s magical gear, and copied down any notes that seemed important.
Travok, however, was bound beside a half-elf who had seen kinder days. Leosin Erlanthar was his name, and he had infiltrated the cult to find out more about their goals. Even now, bound at the stake, he did not feel his mission had gone awry.
Meanwhile, the other half of the group had taken care of the group of guards in the tower above Mondath’s tent. We managed to convene, and relieve the guards of their posts with Caelyn’s silence and a few well placed blows. Their bodies replaced that of Travok and Leosin, and with them and the rest of the prisoners, we escaped with the information we had gleaned back to Greenest.