Dragon Friends

If it's spooky, don't be frightened

Dragon Friends

Scurry home and bar the door

Daylight ends

And the fiends and cools delight in things that scarce

You'll be well aware as you make your way

Don't be led to stray for the goal is near

And your friends are here

And there's plenty more in store

The deep gnomes of the Mopt mop-top clan have been sworn to the ancient house of strad for 500 years,

tricked into their servitude by one of his powerful retainers, the hag, Mad Moira.

With Moira's death, the mop-tops have earned a measure of freedom,

but they remain unable to escape the land until the vampire count is dead and his curse lifted from Borovia.

Their leader, a wizened and pitiful creature who, for some reason, insists that his name is Nuk-Ducum, leads you with gnarled hands through the kitchens and servants' quarters

that have been his people's world for a century.

Deep gnomes have been born, raised families, and died in these larders of ill omen, and escape

has never been a possibility until now.

Doakam gathers his people in one of the main cellars of the kitchen,

a huge room scattered with dusty crates and forgotten barrels of ale and lard. Tonight, it is filled

with hundreds of deep gnomes stacked around tables, gantries, loading bays, anywhere they can fit.

Newk Dookum indicates for you to lift him onto a table

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