Arriving at Ikemmu

In the end, the party opted to head for Ikemmu. Alexander was satisfied that their victory had reached the necessary ears, so he relented and agreed Ikemmu was the best option as passing through there would put them in the Underdark.

Their Shadar-Kai guide took them as far as the outskirts and warned them to watch their backs and that they would need official papers to pass through the portal.

I'm going to give myself a little pat on the back here. I wanted to let the players run the show for a little while, so I had nothing written up for this, other than a few names, everything was improvisation.

Heading into the city, they quickly found several merchant stalls, offering many varieties of items. The first, a poison dealer, had little of interest to them. The second, an armorer claimed he could find the suit of armor that Ekeraath had been searching for. The cost would be Ekeraath's breath in a jar. He was to visit the tiefling Zarunkumar, who would help capture his breath. Poor Ekeraath, always so trusting, until Alexander pointed out that he may not get his breath back. I would have taken his dragon breath for the whole level....Adam would not have been happy.

Continuing their exploration of the city, they ended up in a rather seedy tavern, looking for information on how to obtain the appropriate papers to cross over to the Underdark. A drow named Ristel approached them. It was obvious he knew more than he let on, several times pointing out things unique to the heroes....the albino, clawed halfling, the giant Dragonborn, and of course, the man with the glowing arm. A round of drinks was purchased, Kuppies had mead, Ekeraath had milk, Leenia had foul wine, Ford had a grape ne-hi, and Alexander and Rudy had the special of the house....Troll Piss. Before long, Rudy was passed out under the table, Alexander was trying to keep his guts on the inside, and enough double speak had occurred that Ristel was willing to take them to someone who could aid with their need for papers.