Momentous Events

My friends and I are back in Waterdeep, after an extended time away, and there appear to be momentous events afoot. On the last leg of our trip, we were witnesses to a momentous battle. It only lasted a few moments, but all of the effects have still not been felt!

As I previously mentioned, we were flying back from Longsaddle to Waterdeep. There were several strange folk on the airship with us, as you might expect on such a vessel. The captain and crew were all wizards or sorcerers, as was our new friend Ember. The other passenger aboard appeared to be some type of wizened, human, ex-adventurer, though he was very vague when questioned about himself and his history. His name was Rynwaryth, and he traveled with us for a day and a half before we found out the truth about who he was!

He spent most of the trip staring over the railing into the distance toward the northern sword coast, apparently thinking of his home near Luskan. When we were two-thirds of the distance back to Waterdeep, Rynwaryth was looking northward toward the Neverwinter forest, he yelled to the captain, "Ageaeth is coming!" He began to look very anxious, and his hands began to grip the railing so hard that he was apparently crushing the wood to splinters.

Once the captain acknowledged his warning, he turned back to watch back over the railing for a moment. After a moment, it became clear what he was yelling about. He had been able to see something that the rest of us on the ship could not initially see. Soon the warning was shouted by the person in the crows nest, "Six approaching from aft!" Almost before the rest of us could react, they were upon us. A large red dragon and five small ones attacked the ship. The large one focused her first attack on the sails of the ship, killing the man in the crows nest and burning all of the sail and large sections of the masts.

As the sails were attacked, Rynwaryth jumped from the ship and transformed into a very large silver dragon and he and the large red attacked each other. The two of them battled off to the starboard side of the airship while the five smaller ones attacked us and the crew of the ship. We were able to battle the five wyrmlings off while the two larger dragons were battling each other.

As we were just about done fighting with the smaller wyrms, we heard the death rattle of Rynwaryth. He had been killed by the red, who dropped him and then turned to attack us. She became invisible and apparently headed back for the ship to defend those of her young who are left. Out of the clouds came an absolutely colossal silver dragon that breathed on the red and froze her and the air around her. She was killed instantly.

The remaining silver gathered up its fallen comrade and flew back into the clouds.