|Old Guy GM|
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Praxim, the dragon is out of your 60' range...200' deep cave and all that...
A deep laugh rumbles from the rear of the cave. "Of all the outcomes of this meeting, the last thing I expected was the dwarf to be the voice of reason..." There is the sound of many coins shifting and moving with the impact of clawed feet. The sound gets closer and closer...
Then the darkness drops and before you appears the dragon. He is approximately 80' from you - all of it on the coin bed and difficult terrain. Crimson red, and much larger than you remember. The dragon over Sandpoint was large, a juvenile at best. This dragon dwarfs that one, a mature adult. His features remain the same, as do the scars of his recent wounds from your battle with him. He holds up a large claw to halt your questions.
"I have my reasons," he rumbles, his hot breath rolling over you even from this distance, "it was part of my agreement with Mokmurian when he defea...when he bested me in battle. If you live through it, you can ask him." The dragon says with some bitterness.
"The locals call me Longtooth, little one. But you may call me Hestoraxxas. Indeed, we are kin, although I might say the lineage did not favor you." He says to Aurora, taking a shot at her being a gnome and not a dragon.
To the rest of you, he speaks with some disdain (red dragon, after all!) "My hatred of you is surpassed only by my hatred of Mokmurian. But I will keep my word to you, if only because I do not desire another battle with you at this time! No, it will take all of us to defeat him." As if reaching a decision, he lays down on his bed of coins, head upon his foreclaws. But his hindquarters are ready, should anyone decide to do something foolish.
"What do I know? Let me see...I know the layout of the caves below Jorgenfist, which I will outline for you in detail. There are significant enemies there, lieutenants of Mokmurian. I do not know them, but I have seen them. There are also allies for you there, you will know them when you meet them. A stone giant named Conna. I do not know her importance to Mokmurian, but she is kept in the caves. She may able to help you."
The dragon cocks his head to the side, thinking. "There is more. Below those caves lies another...structure. I have never been there, but Mokmurian spends much of his time there, and keeps its secrets close to him. I believe there is a source of his power there."
"The Black Tower may be of interest to you as well. It is far more ancient than Jorgenfist. Indeed, it was the cornerstone that the Fist was built around. Rumors says that an ageless power dwells there, in league with Mokmurian."
"I save the best for last. There is another way in to Jorgenfist. A cave in the river gorge, guarded by foul undead spiders of great size. I would have burned them for sport, but was forbidden by that guð fordæmdur giant from doing so.' Heteraxxas huffs, and a billow of smoke rolls outward from his nostrils. "Still, time enough for that later. There is a tunnel in that cave that runs through the rock to emerge in the caves under Jorgenfist. Mokmurian believes it to be secure because of the deathwebs."
The dragon pauses to wait for his words to sink then he turns his great head to face Thordak. "We have not met, dwarf. But I can assure you of one thing: Mokmurian was responsible for the destruction of your clan. His death would go far to avenge that."