After dispatching the guards on the second level of the sunken tower our heroes quickly lick their wounds and head into the gloom of the lowest section of the tower.
The stairway gave-way due to the combined weight of the party, crumpling into a heap of metal and rust, but quick feet prevailed and only one suffered from the collapse of the stairs. Lia's quick eyes noticed the black form under the 2-3 feet of water and mud covering the floor of the third level, knowing the distinctive curved horns as one of the fiercest denizens of the swamps. A black dragon.
A fight ensues between the dragon and the heroes. The black dragon's acidic breath becoming a more than a problem at times but with Rhys's arcane might and a few well-placed lightning strikes from Elric the party gained the upper-hand quickly. The dragon fell with a splash, its lifeless form blurred by the dark water as it sunk into the muck.
The group, aided by the fact that Nameless' mechanical body needs no air to function took a quick inventory of the dragon's small horde, collecting the gold, silver and a few magic items. Searching the rest of the small ruined tower they stumble upon the emancipated bodies of halflings hailing from near-by villages, and gaining information about their mark, a tower on the southern end of the Witchlight Fens.

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