The scene of wonder overwhelming, breath snatched from lungs as the atmosphere rushed out from the old fiend’s lair and enveloped the druid.
Heat and stench and golden light emanated from the wyrm, forever seared into Embor’s eternal essence.

Embor withers in the presence of such power and newly realized place in life, that of insignificance and hopelessness.
A tear streaks across a blood spattered check.

A motion, a blur, from behind Smaug brakes the unnatural feeling of despair as a shadow rises from the lair’s floor.A dark and evil thing, twisted by wicked arcane magics. 

The sorcerer and druid’s eyes meet and Embor is faced with a choice; flee now while there is still time to do so before the alarm is risen and Smaug awakes or, being faced with such obvious mortal peril, to make a knowingly juvenile and futile gesture of impudence!

Embor exercises offense over sense.

The air above the high vaulted chamber cracks and splits as a brilliant yellow-white bolt of energy strikes the sorcerer fully.
Its thunderous shock wave practically blowing Embor out from the observation point of melted wall.

The dragons, shaken from their slumber arise…unscathed.

Smaug rushes forward chocking the breach with his enormity. His eyes dazed and crazed with rage dart about trying to gain traction on something solid, they catch upon the intruding human and narrow in fury.

Embor’s world is a now a dragon of ancient myth…and it curses the intruder.

‘Thief in the Shadows!
My armour is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords, my claws spears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt, my wings a hurricane, and my breath DEATH!‘

The words strike the druid as deep as any claw, a severe graze begins to bleed.

Now heavily bloodied the druid’s panicked thoughts are on escape, IF that is even possible now.
There is a mad commotion behind Smaug as the sorcerer and young gold dragon frantically attempt to attack Embor but are blocked by the bulk that is Smaug.
A glint, reflected from a small mound of metal upon the floor, catches Embor’s eye, a tantalizing glimpse of Chain Mail Armor ‘[‘
Was this the true prize the druid had risked life for?

But there is no time for such thoughts and unable to reach the armor Embor produces a scroll and reads aloud the words to enact a risky escape, a blind leap into the void of chance but certainly no worse than the druid’s current predicament.

As the scrolls magic began to unfold, there came a parting shot from Embor directed to the terrible wyrm, a final act of insolence.

‘Well, I really must not detain Your Magnificence any longer, or keep you from much needed rest but a fine burglar takes expert catching. Huh ha!‘

Embor blinks out of Smaug’s existence.

Burglar?

BURGLAR!!!

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A dank, moldering corridor.

 A distant and echoing draconic roar drifts through unknown lengths of the dungeon.

Embor’s incredible luck had won the day.

The ‘Scroll of Teleportation‘ had deposited the druid safely in a neighboring, unoccupied section of dungeon.

Embor casts ‘Detect Life‘.A nearby tribe of Orcs and Snagas ‘o‘ lead by ‘Shagrat, the Orc Captain‘ sleep, a pack of Air Hounds ‘Z‘ lie becalmed, an Ocher Jelly ‘j‘ glistens in wait.

None have detected the arrival of the druid.

Fearing the dragon may be prowling the corridors in search of the druid thief, Embor quickly rests to heal the wound received and without delay unfurls one last scroll.

No sense in taking any MORE risks this day, best to leave while there’s still the chance to do so.
Embor reads the scroll and in few moments blinks once again from sight and away from the dungeon and its omens of death.

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Safely returned to town mostly empty handed save for a couple of scrolls, but, alive to tell the tale.
The sun shines upon Embor today and that is worth more than all the treasures of all the dragons of all the worlds.

The dungeon of Angband is deep and now, thanks to a great deal of luck, there is a tomorrow to delve to even greater depths. Maybe even a return visit to Smaug’s lair…time will tell.

Angband abides.

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With a cast of ‘Turn Stone to Mud‘ Embor enters the main room.

Ever alert, the lair Wolves ‘C‘ bust down an unseen door and are loosed.

The pack hunters crowd together before Embor and become a prime target for the AoE spell ‘Stinking Cloud‘ from the ‘Book of Nature Magics [Lesser Charms]‘

Individual wolves are dispatched in short order and the chamber becomes quiet.Neighboring chamber occupants remain asleep.

Now, with an open path to the treasure chamber and seemingly easy victory at hand, Embor intones ‘Turn Stone to Mud‘ to breach the wall and reveal…A Shimmering Potion ‘!‘

In the corner of the chamber, in a small alcove rests an eerie, purple potion. The liquid, languid in motion, stirred weird eddies within its crystal prison. Pinpricks of fine silver light trapped in the viscous flow. Preternatural.

A deep breath then Embor extended a gloved hand forward to grasp the prize but…the prize grasps first! Embor’s perception shifts, realizing boon had become bane as it morphed into creature of deception, one that preys upon materialistic desires…a Mimic! A critical error, a mistake realized too late as fleshy purple claws slash Embor’s face.

The druid struggles to remove the life of the deceptive horror affixed to hand and problems compound as the once secret door bursts open.
A rogue ‘p‘, alerted by the commotion within, enters the robbery gone awry.

After frantic minutes Embor gains the advantage and beats back the foes, but it is a hollow victory.
No great treasure to claim, only a lifeless mound of purple flesh, the once anticipated prize…now smashed.Dejected, Embor turns to leave the chamber and is caught mid stride as the Blackguard ‘p’ from the east chamber enters…a scout, in an oncoming attack.

The group from the north as well as the east chamber empty and funnel into the room Embor now holds.

A protracted skirmish with wolves and men ultimately ends with the druid victorious and, once again, left mostly empty handed.

Exhausted, Embor searches the dead, all for naught. Common, all of it. Common trinkets and magics to be had in town at a small price, not the mighty treasure the druid had expected to be strewn about a dragon’s lair.

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Embor slumped down to the floor, back against the wall.

Long minutes passed as the druid rested in the quiet chamber, weird eerie minutes that dragged in mind.

Had avarice clouded the druid’s senses so completely to be fooled by such an obvious ruse?A damned mimic?
‘Of course it was a trap, you fool!’

Long, eerie minutes linger.

Exhaustion overwhelmed the druid.

Then slumber.

Embor dreamed of golden fire.

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Awake.

Then confusion.

A granite wall, vanquished foes.

How long had the druid dosed? Minutes…hours?

Regaining position in reality and shaking the sleep from mind Embor arose and slowly walked to the opposite wall placing a hand upon the ancient granite.

‘Just a glimpse at the beast, a brief look at the very least.
To say ‘I, Embor, druid of Obad Hai have gazed upon the legend…and lived.’

Dungeon madness.
Weird minutes began to sneak in once again and…as the words of the spell slipped easily from the druid’s tongue 
‘and lived’ evaporated from mind as a section of stone wall was transmuted to mud.

And there, before the child of a serf lay
Smaug the Golden.

The Conclusion Here:
Angband: On the Doorstep pt. 5

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Having screwed up enough courage to make an attempt at snatching a bauble from Smaug,
Embor moves off into the empty room to the east of the ascending staircase ‘<‘ and puts the quest into motion.

No, no, none of that here.
Hidden keyhole and secret entrance be damned…we’ll do it ourselves! 

Embor turns again to Druidic powers found within the
‘Book of Nature Magics [Gifts of Nature]’,
‘Turn Stone to Mud’

The spell makes short work of the granite and quartz veins that lay between rooms, hallways and chambers within the dungeon.
A tunnel begins to take shape.

And, in a few quick turns Embor is secretly in place for ingress into the foul chamber.

 Before removing the last bit of granite and entering the main chamber Embor again casts ‘Detect Life‘.

Other than the newly revealed group of creatures to the north, of which Embor hopes to avoid altogether:

11 Forest Trolls ‘T‘
9 Wolves ‘C‘
1 4-Headed Hydra ‘M‘
3 Eastern Dwarves ‘h‘
1 Dark Dwarven Lord ‘h‘
1 Blacklock Mage ‘h‘
1 Ironfist Priest ‘h‘
1 Stonefoot Warrior ‘h‘
1 Rot Jelly ‘j‘
1 Black Naga ‘n‘
1 Tengu ‘u‘
1 Blood Falcon ‘B‘
1 Giant Red Scorpion ‘S‘
1 Giant Red Frog ‘R‘

there appears to be 1 new entity in the east wing, a Werewolf ‘C‘.

*OOC*

Before I crack into it, let’s take a quick look at what’s inside the chamber.

Outer Chamber

A Rogue ‘p‘ in the outer chamber area.

West Wing

Six Wolves ‘C‘ occupy the west wing, easy to alert but more nuisance than problem.

East Wing

1 Blackguard ‘p‘
1 Soldier Ant ‘a‘
1 Werewolf ‘C‘The Werewolf is a bit of a fight but, no real problems here.

Center

Smaug ‘D‘…’nuff said.

Sorcerer ‘p‘…Bad magics, 18 levels out of its normal range.

Young Gold Dragon ‘d‘…because one dragon isn’t enough, imho.

I imagine there’s some weird arcane shenanigans going on in this chamber, but I really don’t feel the need to investigate it.
My intention is to avoid this area at all costs and not wake the occupants.
Best to let a sleeping Smaug lie.

North Wing

The prize…?

Continued Here:
Angband: On the Doorstep pt.4

Godspeed little druid.

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