We had left off with the proprietor of the Dreaded Bowl talking with Komos the Satyr-God of the Eastern Dreadwood. Komos expressed interest in owning a part of the Bowl and building a brothel next to it. With little opportunity to argue, as the satyr had held his own against the proprietors, they agreed and sent Aideen to let her husband know and begin construction.
At a similar time, however, Falrin Smithson arrived. Soren Vorici explained the situation to him; he in fact took it well and decided to convince Vahishnaïr, the faerie dragon living on-ship to also come along. Bribed with fish and fresh chicken, the dragon agreed.
Komos showered his fellow proprietors with gifts, not the least of which was a portrait of the Iron Baron and the man’s diary. The diary itself was quite interesting, and described how the Baron had a stronghold where he kept all of his gold, accessible through a portal at the bottom of the Landship.
The proprietors, excluding Komos (who at Saleek‘s request agreed to renounce his ’godhood’) descended into the bowled of the Landship. There, they found treasure, a grell (which Rengar decimated), and a mad cultist. This last was protecting the portal. After taking care of the cultist, they passed through to the Baron’s Stronghold, which had been decimated by time. They were stalked by a demon they later learned from a sole survivor (who had holed himself up in the chapel to Pyremius) that the demon’s name was Ilsydahur. They barely managed to unsummon the creature; as they did so, the supernatural darkness that was hanging over the Stronghold was dissipated and the proprietors were treated to a mountaintop view that was greater and more meaningful than any treasure that they could ever own.
They found some treasure hidden away in the hot springs, but they also found evidence that a dragon had hatched some 1000 years ago in the Stronghold and killed the Baron – dragon eggs shells littered the audience chamber and two talons of a dragon’s claw were embedded in the Baron’s skeletal corpse. After fighting off the spectral ghost of the Iron Baron, the proprietors discovered the treasure chamber, the pinnacle of their achievement. After all, they were tavern owners, and not adventurers. They wanted the money so they could get their tavern off the ground.
Inside a gigantic concrete chests the size of a small room, they found a doodle that looked something like this:
The treasure was gone. Clearly the dragon that had killed the Baron had taken his treasure, too. The proprietors returned to the Bowl, richer but not particularly so.