Following the liberation of the Wave Echo Cave, the reknowned party of adventurers, the Triboar Knights, were told of the disappearance of the druid Reidoth. The party spent a few days resting, re equipping and rearming, in preparation. In Phandalin, the Knights were introduced to Pavel Graytail , Reidoth’s apprentice.
Pavel led the party through the wilderness to Reidoth’s grove, where they witnessed cloaked, armed men wearing dragon masks attacking an animate tree. The young druid summoned the power of the elements, covering the area with a sleet and hail storm. The storm extinguished fires set by the marauding cultists, surprising them. The Triboar Knights made short work of the enemy.
Exploring the area, the party discovers a hidden, underground chamber. It was Reidoth’s cache, contained powerful magic items that could be used against Venomfang, the green dragon. Knowing that the dragon laired nearby in the ruined town of Thundertree.
When the party arrived, the effeminate elf, Varis Liadon , used his owl familiar to scout the town for enemies. The wizard noticed two buildings: a large ruined tower and a building that appeared inhabited. Having visited the town before, the part knew that Venomfang the Green would be lairing in the crumbling tower. Flint slunk off into the darkness, attempting to get the drop of any hidden foes.
The rest of the Triboar Knights donned the dragon masks and cloaks pilfered from the dead cultists in order to perform a unlikely feat of infiltration.
Tellaos began formulating a plan, silently, as they approached the bottom of the tower.
“Kerig, you get ready with your bow. Wait for my signal!” The nobleman implored.
“Err, what’cha plannin’, Tessel? Me sphincter’s tighter’n an elf’s purse strings!” The dwarf asked, annoyed.
Tellaos gave the dwarf warrior a concerned look.
“You know how to use the bow, right? Don’t fuck this up!”
Kerig harumphed an acknowledgement.
The party entered the tower, and there, in all his splendorous evil, was Venomfang.
“What you have brought me, my servants? Perhaps a tasty elf prisoner?” The green dragon rasped. Stinking, green chlorine gas wafted up from his nostrils as he smoke. It’s large frame perched on the inside of the ruined tower’s far wall.
Paraphan pulled out the Tome he had acquired earlier. “A book, oh Caustic One! It tells the tales of the greatness of dragonkind!”
Tellaos kept silent under his mask. By Helm’s Hard-On, it was working! The other knights were taught with tension as the bard prattled on for what seemed an eternity. He didn’t know where that damned little halfliing was, but trusted him enough to believe that he’d position himself in time.
The tension became too much for young Tessel. He looked at Kerig and nodded slowly and then stepped forward, interrupting Paraphan’s verbal gymnastics. Speaking in courtly, ancient draconic, he addressed Venomfang.
“My Lord Dragon, Venomfang, this book contains not only general information on those of your mighty kin, but there’s a an interesting tale, in there, as well.” Tessel paused, giving a worried look to the now ashen-faced bard’s face. Again, he looked at Kerig. The dwarf stood, rock-like in terror. Sweat began to drip down Tellaos’s face, from his masked brow.
“Really?” The dragon said, clearly intriguied. “Please go on.”
“It is, my lord, the Tale of the Greedy, Green Dragon. It concerns a dragon who onced claimed these woods…he fought with the elves and humans of this wood, and was greatly feared.”
Tessel paused a moment and muttered to Kerig in Dwarvish, “Are you fuckin’ ready, man?” Seeing the dwarf stealthily knocking the magical arrow in his shortbow, he continued speaking.
“Well, it seems this green dragon was so STUPID and GREEDY, that he wasn’t even aware that a party of heroes infiltrated his lair.” Tellaos began to raise his voice to a yell. Giving one last, imploring glance at the dwarf, he turned back to Venomfang, who was seething with anger and having his terribleness derided and mocked. "Because, " Tellaos threw down his dragon mask and whipped off his cloak. “I’M TELLAOS TESSEL AND WE ARE THE TRIBOAR KNIGHTS!!”
Tessel leaped out of the way to give Kerig the opening he needed. The dwarf’s bow glowed with magical radiance as the Arrow of Green Dragon Slaying was set loose. At first looking like it was going to miss, the dwarf silently prayed for Marthammor Duin and Moradin to guide his missle. At the last possible second, the dragon’s underbelly was exposed enough, and Kerig’s shot found it’s mark. Venomfang was wracked with a pain it had never known. Kerig allowed himself a quick fist pump, in celebration.
The dragon poured gas out of his nostrils, and quickly took a great breath, preparing to unleash his wrath on the impudent humanoids before him. Venomfang extended his long neck which brought it’s jaws down to the party’s level for attack.
That’s right when Paraphan Elbereth, bard, par excellance, stabbed outward with a quick rapier strike! Venomfang shrieked and hissed as the bard’s needle cut deep under it’s scales to slice a vital artery. Thick, dark dragonblood spurted from the creature onto the walls and onto the bard, himself. Emboldened by the victory, the rest of the Triboar Knights unleashed everything in their power: sword strikes, arcane and sorcerous magic, druidic magic and axe blows.
Venomfang was completely overwhelmed. It tried to bite its attackers and it tried to fly away in retreat, but a final unearthly blast of energy (by the unnaturally dimunitive halfling) blasted the last sliver of life from the beast.
The Triboar Knights were victorious, again!