When the party arrived in Dragonridge Aurelia and Zyphon did a through scouting of the area, finding a highly organized group of Kobolds numbering in the hundreds, with small black dragon mounts, patrols, powerful guardians and a slave workforce of Nagaji craftsman in a recently built workshop in the tiny dockside town outside of the castle’s walls. The Kobolds had been their for years setting up their defenses, with the most obviously daunting being several Minotaur guarding the town and watching the nagji slave-workers. The Minotaur were led by a hellish minotaur horror out of the very depths of the abyss, whose winged being positively dripped evil everywhere he went.
Despite the danger, the party made it their first priority to secure the Nagaji slaves and the town, lest something befall them while they took the castle. Luck was with the party, as the land’s usual sporadic rain turned into a massive downpour, allowing the party to sneak up to the village without being noticed. Or so they thought.
When they arrived at the village the party found a ship in port, a light three masted catamaran which bore the flag of the Taerolian Empire, and a grisly crew of undead.
The captain, a human cleric of the Father was overseeing an exchange with his enormous zombie storm giant companion, which he used as a crane fixture. The Kobolds, the minotaurs and the cleric were all focused on the proceedings, giving the party the perfect oppertunity to ambush them all.
And then Lady Deburg noticed the snake in her hair, and her panicked scream brought the gaze of every creature in the area.
The fight that followed was brutal. The minotaurs were powerful foes, especially the abyssal leader who smote Baron Adelhelm down with a tremendous overhand strike, the very stuff of hell flowing into the wound. A single kobold, far deadlier than the multitude that ran off, appeared partway through the combat and used his spells and craftiness to great effect as well, before being crunched beneath Brig’s hammer.
Through the first part of the battle, Lady Deburg had kept the cleric contained with her controlling magics, but when he finally resisted them, his massive zombie entered the battle, its blows causing the whole town to shake and nearly crushing Zyphon’s jaguar form into jelly.
By the grace of Brig’s healing, the tenacity of Aurelia and the skin of their very teeth the party defeated all their enemies and lay, battered but living, upon the wet stone of the dock. When they were able to the party loaded up an enormous chest, the nagaji slaves, and all the loot they could find onto the Tearolian ship, and brigs, commanding the skeleton crew, took them out to water in the storm. The party then rested at six points for a day and a night, healing their wounds, counting their booty, and meeting their newest allies.