A new recruit, a sacred charge, and a letter that could shift the balance of power between dragons. The party sets off on a mission of diplomacy—but first, markets must be navigated, truths bartered, and reputations risked over drink and fire.

In the harbor city of Dreake, tensions boil just beneath the foam of mead and sea spray. With tempers flaring and steel nearly drawn, the road to peace begins not with battle—but with a brawl.

Foundry got weird this week. Summoning circles hijacked druid spells, invisible monsters strutted around with neon auras, and item trades… well, the abyss eats well these days.

But the graveyard? That’s where it got interesting. A statue no one could move. A sound no one could ignore. Then—three clawed nightmares burst from the earth.

By the time the dirt settled, Cliff had vanished underground, Nephir was clinging to the surface by a boot, and Bramble’s badgers were tunneling like furry siege engines to save them. Mecoo barely escaped being buried alive thanks to the angriest fiery teleport I’ve ever seen, and Tim’s “protector” cannon once again stole the spotlight.

We didn’t win. We didn’t lose. But you’ll want to hear why this fight ended in a draw—and why I’d run it again in a heartbeat.

Disoriented. Displaced. Bound by fate. Seven strangers awaken in a fractured realm torn between three warring dragon factions. With no path home, they face conscription into forces beyond their understanding—Metallic order or Chromatic chaos.

But before their fates are sealed, a desperate plea draws them into the wilds. Goblins prowl, danger festers, and choices must be made in the heat of battle. In a realm where nothing is familiar, will their first steps forge unity—or fracture the fragile alliance before it begins?