Zaggro's Lair

After absconding with some of the golden hair, as well as the crystal sphere of the submerged elven statue, the party made for the Prefect’s Hat, were dropped off, and then contracted with the ship’s captain to be picked up again in two weeks time.



Spending the night on the wind-swept cliffs near the “Hat” allowed the intrepid sailors to get their “land legs” back. They set out the next morning to find the Flooding Cave and uncover the secret that the Northruners would kill to keep. Therein they found the Mustard Jelly and the trapped, tricked, guarded and warded lair of Zaggro Bubbleshnoz, the Gnomish Wizard, who had plunged to his death while bathing many years before. The Lair, even unoccupied, proved treacherous enough and taxed the wits of the party to survive.

The Flooding Cave proved to be a clever ruse to lure in adventurers such as themselves and releive them of their sundry items. The clever Zaggro lived in opulence by selling the ill-gotten booty and was free to continue his ongoing study of slimes, molds, and jellies. Defeating the lair, however, enabled the players to make off with a great deal of their own booty. Unfortunately, the curiousity of what lay behind a back-filled back door led them deeper into the rocky caves.

A subsequent cave-in forced them to abandon all hope of finding a speedy and a sure ticket to the untold wealth that lined Zaggro’s lair.

The heroes are reluctantly committed to fighting their way into the goblin infested underdark, just to find a way back to the surface. They will no doubt put to the test the aphorism, “the closer we are to danger, the farther we are from harm!”

In other strangeness, the sundered Dwarf Beleg, found himself trapped in a chest and called out for divine intervention to Moradin Molgolnahr, Lord of Dwarves. Molgolnahr, whom the dwarves fear is deaf in one ear, responded late, but in time to see his servant open no fewer than three magically held doors with a phenomenal run of luck. Assuming this was the aid Beleg cried out for, Moradin Molgolnahr was pleased to help those who help themselves and so enchanted the Dwarf’s weapon of choice and told him of that enchantment in a dream.

Quote of the Day: “Oh look, I just stepped in some Tarrasque Poop.”