From the pen of Voss
After a week of relaxation with the best amenities we have seen to date (as poor as they are), we returned to the hobgoblin occupied dwarven hold. With the magical transport available to us using the gate, we snuck back in and were contacted by the resistance movement and reunited with our guide, Yulia. It seems that she retains her usefulness and has acquired the probable location of the remaining dragon eggs. We began to journey to locate them in the company of a skilled dwarf and several slaves. In short order, our intrepid band had run afoul of a large unit of hobgoblins. In a rush to get away, our groups was split up and poor puny Savin was swept away with the throng of escaping slaves while the skilled dwarf lead the rest of our group to a “shortcut”; a chamber filled with gears the size of Savin’s old tower. The door that we wanted was at the bottom of this half-furlong high clockwork nightmare and we were at the top. Well, it could have been worse, we could have been on the bottom and trying to climb up. To my surprise, Baern led the way on to the gears and down. While his enthusiasm has there, his skill was not as he fell down several levels at a time, barely under control, landing with all the grace of a …well… a drunken dwarf. Yulia also descended quickly as well, without much grace but with much less noise. I, of course, navigated the course with poise and grace while Olly fought a valiant rearguard action to ensure our safety. At the bottom, there was an ambush that Baern succeeded in drawing out, focused as they were on the noise that he generated. We attempted to fight off the ambush but reinforcements that kept dropping from the gears above forced the implementation of an immediate rapid strategic retreat.
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