walked to the peak of the mountain before teleporting to the deep
The Deep
sleep first
Blatant pirates around, but little crime.
town made up of merchants and pirates but little crime on land
food stand near the tavern where the money box is out in the open – nobody has taken it
stealers are thrown overboard. “Meet Davey Jones in his locker.”
inside tavern
filled with pirates, mercenaries, and merchants
beer almost flowing like water (everyone has at least one)
laughter and talking in the air.
Vergil asks the bartender about getting a boat
told the party would have to hire a crew
more experienced crew has more cost
Party gets together and counts their money.
around the bar are a younger person by the stage, an older gentleman with his crew, and 3 men – two mid-aged, one younger – sitting together playing dice.
Myrkan joins the dice players to try to hire them.
explains the situation.
one of the older gents says no, not wanting to sail at night
the other two ask what we were offering
one wants 1000g, due to night sailing.
mentions the Dead Moon.
Crew of vampires that live in the deep.
Says one of the younger crews might be cheaper.
Vergil asks the bar tender if there’s a library
Told that the nearest library is back through the portal in Thundervale
Most captains keep their logs here
ocean water/air bad for them
Vyra talks to the young captain
wants 600g but is willing
Talk amongst the party
Vyra suggests doing manual labour.
Bron suggests offering the rest of the leviathan to the crew.
Myrkan goes off to find an arcane butcher to find out what the leviathan would be worth
100s for just the meat, upwards of 1000.
without tongue: 800g – set-for-life (platinum)
ancient leviathan steak 10p
Myrkan returns to the captain to negotiate
deal made to pay only 400g, and to give the leviathan body
We must get our own water breathing potions/scrolls
party must pay, to cover the cost as evenly as possible.
Bron Skygrass was hatched under the sweltering sun of the marshes, where instinct and survival were his people’s guiding laws. While most of his kin were content to live by tooth and claw, Bron’s mind burned with questions. As a hatchling, he uncovered strange fossilized bones in the mud—colossal, reptilian shapes older than even the elders’ tales. Where others saw broken rocks, Bron saw echoes of giants—ancestors who might explain where the lizardfolk truly came from. That spark never left him.
Unlike the stoic hunters of his tribe, Bron became a collector of fragments: carved stones, broken pottery, and especially bones of beasts long dead. He left his swamp, driven by the belief that his people were not simply scavengers of the present but heirs to something far greater. On his travels, he took on the skills of a fighter, for relics are rarely left unguarded—whether by monsters, traps, or jealous rivals. His champion’s path reflects his devotion to pushing the limits of his physical self, striving to become worthy of the titans he idolizes.
It was during one such expedition that he met Vyracoria Ildil, a dragonborn noble and druid of the Circle of the Moon. Where Bron sought bones, she sought the living spirit of nature. Their work often put them in opposition at first—she viewed his digging as desecration, while he considered her reverence naive. But mutual respect grew from their debates. Vyracoria saw his strength tempered by curiosity and care, rare traits in a world that dismissed lizardfolk as little more than beasts. Bron, in turn, found in her a companion who valued the world’s mysteries as much as he did, even if they approached them differently.
Their marriage shocked her family. The Ildils, proud and aristocratic, believed lizardfolk to be little more than swamp-dwellers unfit to mingle with nobility. They call Bron a “lesser being,” sneering at his manners, his speech, and his lack of draconic bloodline. Bron endures this disdain with a cold patience typical of his kind—yet beneath that stoic mask lies a burning resolve to prove himself not just worthy of Vyracoria, but of the legacy of his people.
Bron’s life goal is clear: to uncover the ruins of the primal lizardfolk civilization, a culture that walked beside dinosaurs and perhaps even commanded them. He dreams of discovering not just bones, but a forgotten heritage—a truth that would silence the scorn of nobles and uplift his kin from the shadows of history. Each expedition, each relic he unearths, is a step closer to proving that his people are not “lesser,” but heirs to a titanic ancestry.
The Legend of the First Scales
Among the oldest tales whispered in Bron’s tribe is the Song of the First Scales, a myth half-forgotten, spoken in clicks and hisses around fires made of swamp gas.
Long ago, before dragons soared and before elves carved their cities, the world belonged to the Elder Beasts—the great dinosaurs. They ruled not with words, but with tread and roar, shaping rivers, carving mountains, and birthing jungles with their passing.
The story goes that when the stars fell into the sea, the Elder Beasts gathered in council. They knew their time as rulers would end, for fire and frost came from beyond the skies. To preserve their legacy, they shed their scales in sacred places, each scale becoming an egg. From those eggs hatched the first lizardfolk, smaller than their sires, but gifted with cunning minds and hands fit to shape tools.
The dinosaurs left the world’s stage, retreating into earth and bone, while their children carried on their will. To the lizardfolk, these ruins and fossils are not just remnants—they are holy footprints, proof that they are not mindless scavengers but heirs to titanic ancestors.
Bron grew up with this myth as his guiding star. While other lizardfolk took it as metaphor, Bron believes it literally—that somewhere in the hidden corners of the world lies the First Nest, the ruins where the Elder Beasts shed their scales and birthed his people. Finding this site is not just a scholarly goal—it is Bron’s destiny.
Vyracoria’s heritage makes this all the more poignant. As a silver dragonborn, her lineage traces back to one of the oldest and most noble draconic bloodlines. Her parents wield their ancestry like a crown, sneering at Bron’s “mud-born” scales. Yet Bron quietly holds to the belief that his people’s blood is just as old, just as sacred—older, even, than the dragons themselves. He doesn’t flaunt it, but deep down he dreams of standing in those ruins, fossilized giants at his back, and declaring to her family: “See. We were kings of the earth before your kind learned to crawl.”
The Song of the First Scales
“Before the fire, before the frost, the earth was theirs. Titans of scale, keepers of bone, they walked, and the world bent.”
common
“Thokh ra’thass, khur-vel ossa, Goruun tha’kesh. Kraash’ith, serra’nokh, Avaruun thol.” (Before the stars, before the storm, the land was theirs. Mighty scales, eternal teeth, they became the ground.)
Primordial (with translation)
“From scale to egg, from egg to kin, we rose from their gift. Not lesser, not lost— but heirs of the First Scales.”
common
The Sigil of the First Scales
Design Elements:
Central Spiral: At the heart of the sigil is a spiral—a symbol of cyclical time, the rise and fall of civilizations, and the eternal nature of the Earth. This spiral represents the first lizardfolk’s connection to the Earth and the great Elder Beasts that shaped the world.
Clawed Handprints: Surrounding the spiral are two curved claw marks, resembling the hand of a mighty dinosaur. These represent the connection between Bron’s people and the dinosaurs, emphasizing that the lizardfolk were shaped and gifted by these titanic creatures.
Teardrop-Shape: The outer border of the sigil forms a teardrop-like shape, referencing both the eggs of the Elder Beasts and the life force passed down to the lizardfolk. This shape emphasizes the sacredness of the legacy that lives on through Bron and his kin.
Triangular Markings: Above and below the spiral are triangular glyphs, each representing one of the four elements—earth, fire, water, and air. These mark the primal forces at play in the world when the first scales were shed and are a reminder of the ancient lizardfolk’s bond with nature.
Representation
The sigil is carved onto his armour, and on the soft bits on his weapons, as a reminder of his journey to reclaim his people’s lost legacy.
Myrkan Took sweets and poppy seeds from the kitchen
Party goes to a smith/armourer
Myrkan inquires about Light Armour
Smith has a brigandine.
Vyra asked about a container to hold the Silver dragon egg
Must get a basket, wool, and get it enchanted, then the armourer can reinforce it.
Vergil asked about armour
Bought a set of armour
asked about an iron rod. was denied
One Eye asked if they had anything for sorcerers,
was told to go to the enchanter.
Luna headed to a general store for rations
Vyra stopped on the way to the enchanter to get the basket and wool
a human at loom
a firbolg at the weaver
On to the enchanter!
Outside normal building, Inside a living tree-stump.
Ancient, Spring dryad.
Myrkan asked about enchanted armour
they’re EXPENSIVE
2000 paid for in “Nepo Money”
One Eye asked about ring of protection
Myrkan loans money to One Eye
It is hereby acknowledged and agreed that the individual denominated as Myrkan shall provide, of his own volition and without expectation of reimbursement, the sum of seventy (70) gold pieces toward the purchase of the item known as a “Ring of Protection” on behalf of the individual denominated as One Eye
One Eye shall incur no debt, liability, or obligation, whether contractual, equitable, or otherwise, to Myrkan in respect of said sum.
