Scene 1: Recap

Rhomande: When last we left my Insufferable Basterds, they had just traversed the astral plane, to a non-place called the Citadel of the Rising Suns.  The citadel’s enormous turrets connect impossibly large walls, and the whole complex has something to do with the metaphorical risings of literal suns, as seen from literal planets.  We had little time to investigate, though, as we had been chased, harassed, and attacked by my sister’s band, a horde of demonspawn from the Hungering End, and most lately a Celestial Dragon who claims to be the father of one of our eldest foes, Draeclin Denarion.  

Rhomande: Now, I’m not one to gossip, but the rumormongers on Ditch Street in Sahn Daskaar all claim that Denarion was conceived to be the next Emperor, until a group of adventurers uncovered a scandal most adult-in-nature.  His mother, the Empress, had been displaced on her wedding night, and thus the Emperor did not realize that the woman in his marriage bed was actually a male Elder Radiant Celestial Dragon in disguise!  Because the resulting baby had scales and wings, the populace knew immediately that the infant was not the offspring of His Holiness Emperor Natshif XXVII and Her Radiance Empress Kalsheen d’Arnspill, even though the baby most definitely had the emperor’s mother’s eyes.  In any case, we met Denarion a number of years after these events, and none of my basterds ever cared one whit for the holier-than-thou half-celestial-half-dragon-half-elf.

Rhomande: The long and short of it is that I single-handedly defeated Draeclin’s true father-and-or-mother, the dragon Athairsidrinn, thusly:

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Athairsidrinn: Long have I watched your travels and your cruelties.  Mine own son has suffered mightily at your hands, yet you never took note.  But now, you shall.  For you face Athairsidrinn, the Father of Eternity.

Rhomande: For the past I-don’t-know-how-time-works-on-the-astral-plane-long, Father Maldreth has chased me with a trillion, low-hanging, spinning blades, each of which would have ruined my haircut.  If that did not stop me, then no Dragon, no matter how celestial or radiant, shall further stall the progress of the Unimpedable Rhomande Sorfinde!

((Sfx: d20 roll, dragon roar, massive thud x2))

DM: The vorpal enchantment on Rhomande’s sword flares to life and a dull, brown aura envelops the bard.  Rhomande strides right up to the dragon’s reclining chest, and flicks his arm.  Athairsidrinn looks very startled as the elf moves with much more strength and speed than he ought, and before everybody’s eyes, Rhomande has unimpeachably, single-handedly killed an Elder Radiant Dragon from the Plane of Good.

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Rhomande: We scurried through the gates behind the dragon, locking them securely behind us.