Well, MC now at least had a specific goal; he'd just have to check out every building in town; no problem. The question was, in what sequence? Confront Nasty Drama first? Or leave him for last? Well, with him, at least they knew what they were dealing with. OK, dragon first.
Heading off to the NW section of town, MC noted that the streets here seemed a bit quieter, with only an occasional golem wandering around. Once inside the dragon's lair, the party did some serious buffing up; I mean, we were TOLD what to expect. And indeed, Big Nasty was there, wanting to have a bit of a chat before getting down to business. What's with Dragons anyway? They just HAVE to pontificate; such egotism! MC wasn't having any of it; he wasn't about to cater to some overgrown lizard's ego. He cut the worm's speech short and attacked. Nasty managed to get off one more wisecrack, about how he liked it when his food struggled. It was the last witticism he ever uttered. He lasted 2 rounds before we took the cup from his scaled hands. They don't make dragons like they used to.
Priestess Blue Jeans was totally wrong about the location of the other two items we needed for the summoning, however. The Moonblade was still in elven hands, although the wielder died in front of us while fighting a demon, at which point we just grabbed it. The Talisman was rather well hidden, and required solving yet another puzzle to obtain. But, damn, this was just too easy! Onward to the Temple, to summon the all powerful Avatar O'Reilly!
Oh. Getting into the Temple proved a wee bit harder than MC anticipated. The entry was guarded by a whole pack of Rakshasa, with various levels of ability. It actually required significant effort on the groups part to defeat them, and it took all their healing spells to get back up to par afterwards. (MC had realized long ago that potions were not in endless supply, and were the only practical means of healing during combat itself. So, he decreed that spells would be used first for post-combat healing.
Everyone was starting to complain of fatigue, but MC told them all to suck it up; Irenicus was sapping the vitality of the Tree of Life, and there was no time to waste on luxuries like sleep. Hey, Avatar O'Reilly would soon be here to set everything right! Onward, slackers!