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Wyrmlord Koth is dead!
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Bofus and Eavesdroppers:
"And where will you go if we *do* decide to just let you go? What's to stop you from running off to the Red Hand and warn them we're ready to stop them?" "Well, I obviously cannot go back to the Red Hand or they will kill me. So I plan on returning to the Wyrmsmoke Mountains and settling down. I hope to start a new life and perhaps become a farmer. I think I would start as a hunter, but soon plant some things to eat!"
Bofus: Wyrmlord Koth replies, not quite as confident as before, "Ok, ok. I see you mean to follow through with your threats. Listen, I will tell you some secrets if you let me go. I know a great deal about the Red Hand that I can tell you if you let me out of this damn hole and set me free."
Descending the ladder and opening the door to Vraath Vault with the ring, you are met by an angry, bound Wyrmlord behind the bars of the third alcove. If you remove Koth's gag: "So what the hell do you want? Are you ready to beg mercy and have me try and persuade the other Wyrmlords to let you live?!"
"Ah ah ah! Wait just a minute! Oi'm all fer tryin' the ring, but..Why don't we have this scum do it?" "Hehe, what ring? What are you talking about?! Is there something in that tower that I don't know about? Tell me what you know, Dwarf!"
Picking up Koth by the neck, he stirs and snarls at you in common, "What the hell do you want, Dwarf?!! Your threats have no affect on me. You are already doomed! I'll tell you something, Dwarf. If you let me go, I will spare you and let you watch the destruction of the rest of this vale!"
Draconic: "Marauders? Do you mean that pitiful pack of hellhounds and goblins that were raiding the Dawn Way?" "What's wrong with them? They have done the job, killed when commanded, spied on the humans, and determined their weaknesses. They have met with no resistance at all! As we all agreed, we did not to reveal the dragons at this time!" "You think they were powerful enough to kill the famous ranger? And you think that he is a hermit? His writings on the activities of Azurr Kull are like a treatise on defeating goblins. He is not a hermit, he is a ranger and scout. He has been living in this wilderness for years not because of his love of nature, but to watch and assure that Azurr Kull does not return with his dragon father." "Don't blame me for other people's incompetence. If I was given the intelligence I needed, I would have known that the hermit was a powerful ranger. But what makes you think he knows of High Wyrmlord Kull?" "Unfortunately, I believe that I have no more time for your uselessness. Now we will take you down to the courtyard so that your green lizard friend can see your failures and teach you how the great chromatics deal with failure." "Do with me what you will, you damn gnome, but I know that Ozyrrandillon will not kill me. He knows that I am true to the Red Hand and a valuable ally to the Dragon Queen! You better pray that you are considered just as valuable!"
After Tirion's last comment, the Wyrmlord's face goes pale and he further replies. This time, however, a little more panicked. Draconic: "What!!! You have allowed the ranger to survive? You know that he is friends with powerful forces in Brindol and other towns. I am sure that he will have gone to notify his friends of your haphazard preparations. Tell me exactly where your scouts went." "I heard reports from my patrols about this insolent ranger and his dogs just the other day. I don't think he has any friends. He just lives alone in his cabin with the damn dogs. When the patrol made their report to me, I told them to go back and kill them. They would have gone to his cabin, and taken him out. He is just a lonely old hermit, anyway! I know the patrol has not reported back, but they are doing a variety of marauder raids, plundering merchants all along the dawn way. They wouldn't come back just to tell me of one measly kill. I assure you, they are good, well trained hobgoblins, and that ranger will not be a problem! Just you wait and see. The will of Tiamat will be fulfilled. Trust me, gnome, her will shall be fulfilled!"
After Zanith curses Koth, the hobgoblin sorcerer smirks again at the witch and even begins to taunt him. "Oh, I see you must be close friends with the ranger and his little pets! Have you ever eaten dog meat, human? I hear it's pretty tasty! If you hang out here in the keep, I'm sure some of the patrols will be happy to share some with you when they come back! I understand that they like to fry it up over the fire so it's nice and tender."
Zanith continues to question the wyrmlord, and the hobgoblin keeps on talking. Goblin: ""Have the worgs and war band returned? Were they successful?" "No, I am still waiting for them to return, but don't you worry, they know how to deal with your sort! I do grow tired of your questioning, but if you must know, they went right to his pathetic lake house to kill them in their sleep! I suppose he will be the lucky one to have escaped life so easily."
As the witch stands on edge and asks the wyrmlord a question in his native tongue, the Hobgoblin smirks and replies back to him. Goblin: "Have you come across a human ranger and some dogs? He goes by the name Jorr?" "Hehe. Oh yes, that damn ranger with his b~!$%es! After he killed several of my goblin scouts, I sent the worgs and a war band to dispatch him and his pets. I suspect the scumbag ranger is long dead by now! It's nothing personal, just a little revenge and some selective clearcutting! Hehe. With the Red Hand of doom coming, he wasn't going to last long anyway!"
Wyrmlord Koth appears outraged and responds in desperate anger! Draconic: "You are checking to see if I am worthy?! That is what I have been doing to the humans! In all of my surveillance work I have found them ill prepared to stop us! I swear, my forces have cleared the way for the great Tiamat's army, and there is nothing left to stop the Red Hand from coming right through and clearing this whole valley!"
"Hehe. You, my human scum, will find the answer to that, in about three days!"
The wyrmlord glares at Tirion in anger and desperation as one obsessed. Suddenly, a startled look crosses his face and he replies to the gnome in Draconic. Draconic: "I doubt that my mistress Tiamat cares for her weak kind. Blacks and reds are destined to rule and we know that Blacks will be kings. Now you had better start answering questions from the little man, or the next acid will not miss and shall slowly burn your eyes out." "So you, dark gnome, worship the almighty Dragon Queen, Tiamat?! Then, why do you hinder our efforts? You know that we are fulfilling her will! We have her favor and we will be unstoppable!" . . . "Wait a moment. I know what you are up to! You want to become one of the Wyrmlords! That's it! You would kill me for the purpose of taking my place. Indeed you are cunning! However, your ambition is misplaced! We can all live in her glory. You can join us, and together, the Wyrmlords will have the power of all the chromatic dragons at our disposal, especially the reds and the blacks. I swear, the gate will open and then nothing can stop us! We are almost there now! I swear, dark gnome, with my help, we will stand at the right hand of High Wyrmlord Azarr Kul when we are done! Free me, and we can make the rise together! Do not kill me! Our work is far greater than ourselves! Free me, now! I swear, without me, you will not ascend into the ranks of the Wyrmlords!"
"Tell us what's happening. And please, feel free to include all the tirades and "YOU'LL NEVER SUCCEED!! NEVER!! MUAHAHAHAA"'s as you wish, we've got all day!" "Well it is obvious that you have great cunning, skill, and fire power, but you are but a bug about to be stamped out by something far greater than yourselves! You have no idea what you are up against! The Red Hand is greater than all ourselves. Hehehe. You have no idea what you are about to face!" "Tell us about Ozyrrandillon--when do you expect him back? Does he visit often?" "Ozyrrandillon goes where he wants and when he wants. He visits on occasion, but only to see that we are making the progress we need. I admit, that your actions will slow down our work, but you cannot stop the tide of blood that is about to come in! When he does find out what you have done, he will eat you for lunch. I suppose you won't offer much meat, but at least that chunky dwarf of yours may satisfy his appetite. But no matter. In fact, none of that will matter. Hehe. My work here is nearly done." "And, what did the earstwhile Baron Trask have to do with your plans?" "Oh, so you know that scumbag human! Indeed, the Red Hand will spare him if he does what he says he can, but I question whether he will be able to follow through with his promises. One of the bladebearers and his party have not returned yet, but we shall see if they have made the acquisition when they return. So do you want to beg now for me to let Ozyrrandillon and the Red Hand spare your pathetic lives? If you have something to negotiate with, I will hear your pleas at this time!"
"He is a green dragon and he is only one of the chromatic dragons who will lead the Red Hand to their inevitable. . . Grrrr! . . . likely domination of this land."
The hobgoblin sorcerer opens his eyes and strains against the rope that binds him. Then he glares at all of you and speaks in common. "You will be avenged for this insolence! Just wait until Ozyrrandion comes back for a visit. He will pick you up in his jaws and chew you to pieces! You will all beg for his mercy! Mwahaha!" Will Save vs. Zone of Truth "Curse this damn magic you wield. . . Grrrrr! Ok, you will not beg for mercy, but he will come for you!" |