Beshaba’s breath! I had the strangest dream last night: the wizards from yesterday’s mixer were stewing me in a delicious Thayan turtle goulash, assaulting and peppering me with inane questions. By the haggard looks of my fellow cunts this morning, it seems we all slumbered poorly, despite the silken sheets and feather beds.
After breakfast, our fellowship met Nyh Ilmichh, and another Red Wizard whose name eludes me, in the audience chamber. The Red Wizard informed us that we would have the backing of Thay against the Dragon Cult.
We immediately teleported back to Waterdeep with Ilmichh. When I got back to my apartment to unpack my wine, nuts, chocolate, perfumes, and whatnot, I found an unexpected little extra gift: a finger-bone wrapped in gut, which acts as a protection spell against undead. How thoughtful of them! I’ll have to send Tharchion Eseldra a thank you note.
We then met with the Council of Waterdeep, and received news of a plea for help from Iskander, a Dragon Cult wizard who allegedly wishes to defect. Iskander claims to have the Blue Dragon mask at Xonthal’s Tower. Brick intuits Black Network shenanigans, and I sense a trap, but the Council thinks that capturing the mask, and perhaps the tower too, is worth the risk.
After hasty preparation, we teleported to the village of Xonthal’s Tower, and went straight to Xonthal’s Tavern. Tegan played masterfully for the tavern crowd, accompanied by Gunx. A bit of gentle questioning revealed that the locals are sensitive about mention of the tower, but rumours abound. Is it ruled by wizards? Liches? Lizards? Witches?… or maybe Xonthal himself? Beshaba willing, tomorrow we will find out, klaatu barada nicto amen.