A tumble on the 21st of March, 2020

To whit, a pit.
We found a kobold lair, in a tomb of the heroes of the Order of the Platinum Dragon.
We killed some kobolds, and found some pit traps.
I am not a man for these, being more comfortable aboard ship where such things are not to be found.
I died to one.
It is curious to die, for one was saved by this Gilidan priest. The one with the Salt and Pepper. Fricassee perhaps. with mushrooms and carrots for color.
The light retreated and I found I have a 4" scar down my right thigh from a piton that tore me up.
 
It seems the kobolds had a master, a young green dragon named Quirax. It means "One who sleeps under the rainbow in the mid-noon sun". Dirt nap now.
 
The bard spoke of Thoeden Malovorax, and how he led his crusade into the mountains to defeat the Dragons. Courage, Skill and mercenaries carried the day. This "Mad Count" then banned the use of Bronze in his province, after killing a Bronze Dragon. This lead to some Celestials coming to assassinate him. with Bronze Weapons.
 
This fight was worthwhile, and sadly I perished again. Also, this time I was restored by the Gilidan priest. I really must try a slice. How I can get one I don't know.
I am left with a second scar, a sheen of acid etched scales down my left shoulder through to the small of my back. An interesting token.
I woke from my death, mortally angry, and straddling the wings of this creature to stop it from attempting escape, did choke it to the end of its mortal coil. Dead.
Butchered, its parts in my inventory now. Also, steak.
Later I will note the inhabitants of the tomb, the dead and the living one. We came by gifts. hooray.