It's D&D Night!

My party is deep in the Mere of Dead Men (legally distinct from The Dead Marshes!), hot on the trail of lizard folk carrying treasure for the hoard of her Five-Headed Majesty, Tiamat, Queen of the Dragons, currently imprisoned in the Nine Hells. As it turns out, several of them don't want to work for the cult anymore, so now we're in the middle of a tiny rebellion. Once we have mopped up the last of those loyal to the cult, we're going to recruit the rest to our side, and then the plan goes a little hazy. ;) 

The lizard folk are currently worshipping Voaraghamanthar the black dragon, and we have mostly convinced the ones who will ally with us that the evil dragon cult isn't going to honour the bargain struck with their lord, so there are non-zero odds we will get to talk with the black dragon. If we do this we will probably die, but it will have been worth it!

We've kind of thoroughly derailed the plot from the module, or so our DM tells us, but it's way more fun this way!

I will be back tomorrow with a better update about life. It is nice to have D&D, though, as a break from the dystopian not-quite-apocalypse we have going on these days.