Icy Terror on the Road to Kenner

Honorable Priestess of Melora,

When we last corresponded, we had learned much from the Half-Orc prophet, Mades Skinner. Since then, we also learned that not only had the portal in Samhain transported us far North, but it had also taken months for us to reach these Arctic lands (even though, to us, only seconds had passed). We had left Samhain in the Autumn and now, in the Lodge, it was mid-Winter.

Bran, the Rogue, has also gained a mount. He asked Mades for one of the riding wolves tied up here at the Lodge, and Mades presented him with a small Dire Wolf as a gift. It was not large enough a creature to do battle with our enemies, but it could carry the Halfling Rogue quite a distance in a remarkably short amount of time.

Bran had decided to name his riding wolf -- and I fear this will not translate well from the Common tongue to our Elven language -- Turr-Bow (or something that sounds like these words).

Mades gave us directions and advice on how to get to the city of Kenner. We must head North for two weeks. Along the way, we'll need to cross a glacier. And finally, when we get to Kenner (a town of a fair size), we should make sure to muzzle Turr-Bow.

We followed Mades' directions and eventually reached the glacier that he spoke of. As we started across the glacier, we noticed that there were dangerous drops on either side, and we decided to tie ourselves together on the same rope to keep anyone from falling off.

As we made our way across the glacier, we heard a horrendous roar from one side of the glacier. A large, adult, white dragon flew up above and roared hungrily at us.

Bran slung a stone into the dragon, and, with this very deft and tricky strike, managed to move the dragon back. Kale, the Mage, summoned a huge cloud of stench around the beast, which forced it to move over the glacier, directly above us.

The dragon made a terrifying roar that struck fear into our hearts. Some of us were stunned, and the feeling of terror made it difficult for us to attack it. The dragon then let loose a breath of paralyzing cold, a breath that left us weak and unable to strike back with full force.

The dragon chose to focus its anger at Tiny, the Cleric. The dragon swooped down and clawed and bit at Tiny. Fortunately, Tiny quickly healed himself, and summoned a weapon to attack the creature, keeping the dragon distracted and open to our attacks.

Firinne called upon Melora and challenged the dragon, compelling the beast to fight her instead of Tiny. This compulsion made it difficult for the creature to hurt Tiny, and each time the dragon did hit Tiny, a radiant glow struck the monster and made it shriek in agony.

Perhaps swooping down to attack became the downfall of the dragon (literally), as Bran spun around and knocked the giant beast onto its side. Our party surrounded the creature and proceeded to strike.

Carlagnios, the Dragonborn, brought down a rain of steel on the monster. Garg, the Warlord, commanded Carlagnios to keep striking again, further damaging the creature. Ryn drew his sword and struck the dragon again and again. Firinne struck the beast with such force as though channelling the retribution of a martyr. Tiny hit the creature hard with his warhammer and with radiant lance, energized by his faith. Kale cast several spells to damage the creature with daggers, frost, and other elements. I was able to hit the dragon with a few arrows, one deeply in the monster's body.

Finally, it was Ryn who dealt the final, fatal blow to the dragon. It collapsed on the glacier and moved no more.

Kale decided to take a sample of the skin from the dragon, but we found nothing else in our search for the dragon's lair.

After this terrifying encounter with the white dragon, we continued along the way and eventually reached the city of Kenner. I shall write you again to tell you how we found our guide there.

As always, your faithful servant,

Aelar