The Band made their way toward the chaos, through the evacuating masses that were trying to avoid being caught up in the flaming path of Kalidas’s anger. The Mayor confronted us angrily, but Benny and Sandman diffused the situation quickly, even managing to convince the Mayor and his personal guard to come with us.
As the band reached the Dragon it confronted us, frenzy in it’s eyes and a layer of goblonium around it’s mouth, demanding compensation and tribute. It had obviously been driven to madness by the material. We decided instead that we should probably make good on our promise of dragonslaying, and free Tent City from under the Talons of Kalidas. We moved into the open ground where Kalidas had gathered tribute from the citizens of Tent City and the Dragon knew our intentions immediately. It took flight and burned my animated skeletons immediately.
Kalidas was as tough as you’d expect an adult Red Dragon to be, and with the Band burned and bleeding but still standing, unlike the Mayor who was roasted in his armour and his lackeys who lay smouldering. Kalidas landed to gloat, swinging his lethal tail, biting and clawing. Anthrax took the opportunity to climb the beast and it took off again, but Anthrax managed to drag it down and ground it. Goldenfang let loose a swift chain of repeated greatsword attacks the moment the Dragon was vulnerable and as Kalidas lay bleeding I took my opportunity to move through the creature’s legs, getting close enough to hear it’s heartbeat I sank my fangs in deep and tore through it’s skin exposing veins and arteries both, loosing a rain of blood. Kalidas began to twitch and roar in shock, cursing us. It’s tainted blood attempted to assault my system but I was able to filter out the worst of it. Benny opened the Dragon’s skull and feasted on it’s brain.
We stole the Mayor’s truck, a huge junk chariot capable of carrying other regular sized junk chariots. Loaded up some supplies and also Anthrax and Goldenfang seemed to kidnap some leatherworker, and we hit the road. With Benny navigating to the Dragon’s hoard.
Once we reached the mountain that housed the Dragon’s treasure we realised there was some sort of camp here already. We ascended the mountain, and then descended into the cave. Amidst the pile of coin were figures, as we approached reasonably silently for us we realised they were Dwarves. Our assault was quick and deadly and we stained the coins with Dwarvish blood. Benny devoured a brain and learned that we had missed a member of the Dwarvish troupe, a halfling that had made off with a ring of invisibility.
I raised the dwarves as Zombies and had them carry the coinage to our Junk Chatiot. We realised one Dwarf had a bag of holding, so we took that for ourselves. Goldenfang found his overly ornate and magical Full Plate and Greatsword within the hoard, so he donned that, along with some leather piece with a magical flame decoration.
Once we had gathered the hoard into the Chariot we decided to head out for Blackwater. It was about a week a way and we had about a week’s worth of fuel for the giant chariot, so we aimed ourselves in the right direction and head toward it.
Luckily enough along the way we crossed paths with an Orcish convoy and the Band were able to barter some fuel for the Chariot.
Eventually we arrived at the Pits, the westernmost “town” on the Blackwater, run by the notorious pit gangs, the birth site of Goldenfang and Anthrax’s fighting careers. So we began our search for the Oni and Benny’s spellbook.