You can pray, but your gods won't save you. The worm's fire will not spare you. Dume and destruction, death and rebirth. Their room can return with the heroes of yours. Their jaws are all tizzled. Their asses are fast. They're shiny and golden and one wears a hat. That's not a hat That is upon us

You don't fall

Previously on Dragon Friends

Our heroes

Faced one of the most powerful

Powerful

Creatures in existence

A cloud giant

Tens of thousands of years old, dozens of feet

high, pure cloud giant.

And they failed in telling him a single thing they wanted to do, despite the fact that he

asked them

eight or nine times probably what do you want?

Instead, they found themselves scurrying down to Escarlotta's chamber,

the tomb of his departed wife,

whose spirit steers the castle, the sky castle they find themselves in,

which is transporting treasure for the cult to the well so they can summon Tiamat from Avernus

and bring back the mother of dragons. But rather than just paying respects at the dead wife's tomb,

what did our heroes decide to do?

Well, they spent, I would say, 45 minutes punching chariot, Valerian in the dick

in order to make...

Uh, thank you...

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