The Cobras returned to Winterhaven and everyone was excited to have Douven back. The townspeople listened to the tale of the wicked Gnome with interest and excitement. Everyone was especially worried to hear news of the dread Orcus. That he might have a cult in the area was laughed off nervously by some, and taken with all the impact that news of gods and deities has on the lesser intellects of the world. Only one person, the elf woman Ninaran, seemed to take the Cobras news of a cult of Orcus seriously. She pleaded with the heroes to travel south towards the waterfall known to be in the woods, and destroy the death cult she suspected was based there. The players were not interested in listening to someone who had given them such a cold shoulder, and were suspicious of Ninaran’s sudden personality change. They placated the elf with vague promises to look into the matter which seemed to make her happy, but still nervous and perhaps a bit impatient for something.
The next day the Cobras were approached by Lord Paldraig who didn’t seem to take the news of a possible cult of Orcus very seriously. Despite Borax’s best attempts to convince the Lord Mayor of the dangers involved in such an activity, the Lord was not willing to part with more than 250 gold pieces for definitive proof that the Kobold threat was eliminated. Once the group decided to go ahead and take up this task, Lord Paldraig gave them directions to the possible location of the Kobold lair, and a word of caution about a mysterious figure named “Irontooth” who was supposedly organizing the Kobolds into raiding parties and whatnot. The directions to the lair, interestingly, were very similar to the ones given to the Cobras by Ninaran.
The group set off towards the wilderness in search of the kobolds and eventually discovered their lair. A crude camp had been set up outside of a waterfall, and the party soon found themselves in a pitched battle with dozens of Kobolds. Frantic fighting carried across the water and under the waterfall, where an ambush had been set up for the party. Luckily Borax had taken the initiative to “smoke the monsters out” by breathing fire into a low opening near the mouth of the waterfall. The fight raged into the cave behind the falls, ending with a roar as the mighty Irontooth revealed himself from the caves rear.
The cobras had never fought such an impressive foe. Irontooth was a massive orc, with whirling tattoos of Orcus proudly displayed on his face and chest. He tore into the party like a whirling dervish, sending mighty clubs smashing in all directions. Manny was felled by a terrible blow to the head, and is lucky to be alive today. With their last reserves of strength, the Cobras dealt the killing stroke to Irontooth, and his corpse hit the ground of the cave with a crash. His last words were to his master Kalarel, and Orcus.
Limping back to Winterhaven the Cobras knew that they had survived a great ordeal, and could now truly be called Heroes.
Oh, and the loot they found was quite impressive, enough so to make even the near dead Manny smile.