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====== Report 3: Time to flee from Zelatar  ======
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ACTION REPORT (played 10-14-2018)
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Attn: [[bishop_von_figaro|#RadagastVonFigaro]] #Skae’phae #Zelatar #Graz'zt #Enial #DonalSanp #SignoftheBlackHeart #Abyss #SlipperyJack

We stabled our horses, although a trio of dimwit demons taunted our poor driver. They took a keen interest in our wares, so we gave them a sample, and decided to alternate shifts watching over the wagon. I cast Telepathy on Balbeeto, Reinhalt, and Dash-A, the last of whom was with the cart, so we could remain in constant contact.

After a few missteps trying to find the right entrance to bring our drink sample, we finally found the proprietor-- an enormous, tentacled creature in unnatural darkness-- who enjoyed the drink and agreed to an exclusive, limited distribution basis. We also bargained for a room, where we all gathered and planned. The room was well-appointed, if a bit simple, with a silver mirror that positively radiated scrying auras. We removed it from the room temporarily, and divvied up responsibilities to find out which room, exactly, Donal Sanp resided in. Reinhalt and Balbeeto checked the other rooms in the hallway, then afterwards joined Helga and I in the common room.

There was some slaad-like creature counting his money at a table to himself, and a Lamia noblewoman at another table, practically fondling one of the three tiefling bar staff. At Reinhalt's suggestion, I called over one of the remaining tieflings, and bid him to sit with us. With a little silent, magical persuasion, I was able to glean which rooms belonged to the lamia, and which room-- the suite by the garden-- our ambassador was in. I telepathically filled Dash-A in on the news, and Reinhalt went to make the exchange. Shortly after, the lamia herself grew bored, and left the room, but within minutes, she exploded back into the room, shouting something in Abyssal. I supposed the jig was up, considering how the tieflings backed away, and the frog creature stared at us with hate. The Lamia fled, shouting at the top of her lungs; there was no sign of Reinhalt, and I wondered whether he completed his mission or not.

To her credit, Helga leapt and protected me from the approaching Slaad, dealing it a massive, wicked blow. She commanded Tobey to help me escape, and bless him, I took them up on their noble gesture, fleeing from the back of the bar through a rear entrance. We were separated in three separate groups, and I knew not where my comrades were, but I could at least glean they were alright by skimming the brief flashes of thought from our telepathy bond. I hugged close to the walls of the Sign of the Black Heart, but saw some people from the main street eyeing me-- the Lamia noblewoman's cries pierced the evening atmosphere, and I sensed the Vrocks watching over me.

Casting Expeditious Retreat, I bolted for the Greenfire gates, but she must have spotted me, for her Abyssal cry was pointed at my direction, and several demons took pursuit. Luckily, the Sign of the Black Heart is a mere 400 feet from the gate, so I didn't have to run far. I tripped them up with an illusory wall, and they attempted the same a few moments later, but cast Spider Climb just in case I had to run up a real wall. Chaos pursued me, and I could hear screaming, explosions and...a dragon's roar? Crikey, I had to get out of there!

Luckily, I soon spotted the approaching Greenfire Gate, and, next to it, Slippery Jack, whose wide-eyed shock as I leapt through the portal was a hoot to see. I exploded through the other side, back in Fogtown, and immediately hooked right, climbing up a squat, decrepit building overlooking the gate. The rooftop was full of that wretched razorvine, and it pierced my skin and clothes, but I didn't care much. The party emerged not long afterwards-- Helga and Tobey riding Silverpaw and Cal, and Dash-A flying awkwardly through the air, it seemed. Two Vrocks appeared soon afterwards.

It was then that Skippy tapped me on the shoulder, and started playing a woeful melody, and I saw the greenfire flames dance in step to her song, and I understood. She was synching the portal! "To the land of the lizardfolks," she said, concentrating hard on her tune, "If we redirect it to Sigil, a lot of people are bound to get hurt." I agreed. Drawing my FeatherFall eternal wand, I cast it as I stepped off the ledge, and wafted almost casually back to the ground. 

The party leapt through the gate in ones and twos, and one of the Vrocks followed them. The other Vrock turned its evil eye towards us, but a massive wind gusted, and resolved into the form of a once-invisible Reinhalt! What more, Reinhalt WAS the dragon I heard before! The Vrock froze me with its screech, but luckily Skippy kept her resolve and played on. I could only watch in frozen horror as the Vrock raised its talons to strike me, but Reinhalt shielded me from the terrible blow. He practically stumbled as he picked me up and tossed himself through the portal, with Skippy right behind.

Blast it all, I had the perfect quip for the occasion, too! Why did the chicken cross the road? To get to the other side!

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