Scene 1: The Edge of the Great Blight

DM: It is late afternoon, and the setting potato sun reveals the Russet Hills in all their rolling glory –

Imenand: (interrupting)  Wait just a minute, voice.  Before we go on to Inner Haikon, I would like to skin and loot the Potato Dragon of the Hungering End.

DM: Really?  Are you sure?  I mean, the skin won’t be much good to you; it’s thick, but nowhere near real dragonhide.

Imenand: No, but that mass of treasure clinging all over its body does appear quite valuable.

Maldreth: Yeah, what’s up with that?  Did this dragon decide that it needed some sort of Treasure Rub before going on the grill?

DM: Something like that.  You know how potatoes have very limited imaginations?  This one knew that dragons hoard treasure, but it apparently didn’t know where or how to keep a hoard.  

Imenand: So, what?  It just rolled over every piece of treasure it ever came across, until it lodged into the skin?

Maldreth: Why not?  If I had crappy potato skin like that, I’d sure as hell try to cover it in gold, jewels, and magic items.

DM: Some of the treasure you probably don’t want to touch, since the infection from the Hungering End began to turn it into some sort of slime, but the rest is fairly amazing.  This potato dragon must have been a connoisseur, because he encrusted himself with various artistic masterworks – paintings, figurines, Doric columns, two or three larger than life sculptures, et cetera.

Thrimlach: Vragul!  I like the looks of that statue up there.  Use your great strength to bring it down!

Issa: (groan) C’mon, Thorn.  Let’s set up camp while they try to dislodge that ten-foot statue of Emperor Valdik the Sixty-Sixth from between that thing’s wings.

Thorn: I wasn’t about to cast Grease on it!  (pause) I mean… be right there!

DM: The camp setup goes quickly, and after a few hours the potato dragon has been picked clean of all its valuables.  The party settles in to trance, sleep, or prepare spells as necessary.  Maldreth, Imenand, Issa, and Torrea, give me listen checks.  (SFX: d20 roll x4)  And I’ll roll for the sleeping party members.  (SFX: d20 roll x6)

Maldreth: (SFX: flapping wings) Hey, did you hear that?

Imenand: Would you shut up?  I am researching the proper components to build a Flesh Colossus, and I can’t concentrate on my texts with all of your prattle!

Issa: Aw, go blow it out your (Penguin noises)!