The stone lies among the hoard of Balagos the Flying Flame. The shadowed figure crooks a finger, the end of a spell. Information on the dragon fills the party's minds. They know this will not be an easy task. But they are resolved to the completion of it.
OOC: go here for info on the dragon:
http://www.wizards.com/dnd/article.a...r/fx20020130wn
OC:"Here take my familiar Socramedes with you."
The owl flies down and lands on a branch near the party. The shadowed figure seems to gesture towards it. "He will serve as a guide, a scout, and a link between you and me. When you are in need I will know and I will come to you. Defeating this powerful dragon has been the goals of many a band of brave adventurers. None of them have survived, that are sane. I will give you one last thing which may help you along the way. Out of the shadows seems to stretch a hand, a human hand, holding a ring, and a potion case" The adventurers walk tentatively forward and take the items, and the hand disappears back into the ball of shadows. "This ring will allow one of you to cast a blizzard at the beast, on the command work 'Noctyhur'. The potion case is filled with several potions of extra healing, and a resistance to fire potion for each of you. I must be off now, but I will come back again when you need me." The shadowed figure speaks a command word and disappears, teleported to an obscure location far away.
"But we didnt even get your name. . ." somone in the party mumbles as he disappears.
The owl hoots in a distinct fashion that sounds like laughter, then flies to a spot high up in the trees overlooking the campsite and the surrounding coutryside.
[ 04-07-2002, 05:35 PM: Message edited by: AzRaeL StoRmBlaDe ]