Lady Valarathorn’s Dilemma
The party visits Lady Valarathorn’s lounge seeking the memory masks. They learn the one they’re seeking, a mask belonging to an ancient dragon named Vvaraak was stolen a few days ago.
The assumed thief was Councilor Haas, who came to purchase a vision session but disappeared with the mask the next day. Despite her reporting this to the watch, the mask was not found.
Valarathorn offers them a deal: recover the stolen dragon mask and receive 1,000 gold, plus the opportunity to use it to understand the golden book’s ancient Draconic text.
Intelligence Gathering
The party gathers information about their target:
- Councilor Haas lives in a luxury apartment on the 42nd floor of the Platinum Spires in Upper Dura
- The building has magical wards dispelling flight
- Well-dressed, heavily-armed doormen guard the entrance
- His wife is a young mage who dropped out of Arcanix
Cas’s brother Jack provides additional intelligence, describing the councilor as “a douche” who fought in the war for political credentials. He’s physically imposing and likely skilled with swords.
The Heist
Discovering that Councilor Haas is attending a council meeting that evening, the party executes their plan:
Using a commandeered soarsled, they fly over the building, drop to the 46th floor with Feather Fall and rappel down the rest of the way.
During their infiltration, Cas takes notes on other apartments for potential future “acquisitions,” including fine art on the 45th floor, a tressym on the 44th floor and a party of elites on the 43rd.
The Theft and Discovery
They find Haas’ window warded, but Iansa just Misty Steps inside. She retrieves Vvaraak’s mask but overhears compromising sounds from the bedroom, it sounds like the councilor’s wife is entertaining someone named “Cutlass.”
Vvaraak’s Vision
Despite Pallas’s preference to wait for spell slot recovery, Iansa immediately dons the ancient dragon mask.
Her vision: She experiences the perspective of Vvaraak, a massive black dragon observing orcs engaged in conflict with aberrations. The ancient dragon’s thoughts resonate with urgency: “Someone has to do something.”