Dragons AHOY!

Groth set to work quartering the uniclopse carcasses.  The pools of stale blood began to smell of copper.  He hated copper.  He was hoping that the group's newest edition, Old Grey, would enjoy a few pieces of tribute.  Unsure of what renders ate, he hoped they would find uniclopse meat palatable. 
     When deciding on who should enter the cave all fingers pointed at Fox who shrugged his shoulders and crept into the dark entrance.  The stench boiled his nostrils.  A mixture of feces and rotting flesh particles corrupted the air.  Not very far back he located the stash: 600 Gold and 4 Gems (approx. 75gp each).
     Once camp was cleared Pas cast "without trace" enabling the crew to travel without leaving tracks.  Setting off, the decision was made for Auren to lead the next leg of the trek due to Pas' inability to detect the whereabouts of possible enemies.
     The trail elevated up the base of the mountains through varied steepnesses of terrain.  Thick forest and moderate undergrowth lined both sides.   A few hundred yards up the pass Auren motioned for a stop.  Stamped across the trail were large prints.  Realizing they were fresh Auren signaled for ready action. 
     "It was definitely stalking something," Auren thought to himself.  Following the track through the vegetation he noticed a lump a few yards off in the forest.  The remains of a freshly mutilated goat lay strewn about the forest floor.  A second set of tracks, definitely dragons, intermingled with the first set.  By the size of the kill it was likely that two adult dragons would not be wasting their time on such a small morsel.  They had to be young.


I tawt I taw a dwagon.

     One hundred yards or so up the trail the forest began to thin.  The canopy opened up revealing a glimpse of the Gygax Mountain peaks.  Auren gripped his monocular scope tightly with both hands and shook it up and down vigorously to activate the telescoping function.  Pressing the lens to his eye he confirmed his fear.
     "Definitely two dragons," he stated with purpose.
     He handed the scope to Fox who squinted into the lens.
     "Yep, those are dragons." Fox nodded.
   Pas noticed a path around the steep wall face which led to yet another even steeper sheer rock face.  A very narrow path zig zagged up the face with rough cutbacks.  Traces of goblin tracks pocked the dusty trail here and there.  Two large boulders teetering above served as a warning sign to "turn back."  But Fox and Friends don't read warnings or signs for that matter.  So they trampled blindly up the narrow trail leading up the steep mountain face; ignoring the fact that they could at any moment fall thousands of feet to their deaths.