This prissy and pedantic mist dragon might not like being disturbed, but he knows where the loot is buried.

This very old mist dragon lairs in a damp, dripping network of caverns on the shore of the Sea of Swords, north of Port Ilast. He keeps to himself as much as possible, and many folk who dwell nearby don't even know he exists. His hobby is collecting and remembering lore valued by the intelligent races that dwell in the North, such as singular items of treasure and magic items. One must trade information to obtain the desired knowledge from him, and both generous offers of interesting lore and a persistent but pleasant manner are needed to overcome his distaste for being disturbed.

Thalagyrt long ago earned the nickname "Old Lord Memory" both for his prissy, pedantic character and his utter fearlessness. No threat is known to have moved him, and attacks -- even by obviously formidable foes such as beholders and other dragons -- always evoke gusty sighs of boredom and grumblings at being disturbed. No one, save perhaps Thalagyrt himself (and he isn't telling), remembers who coined this term, which is usually uttered by human sages, notably those of Waterdeep. These learned folk often send adventurers with unusual lore queries to him, with a mixture of affection and exasperation, as a "court of last resort."

The mist dragon's character can best be described as doleful and grumpy, but those who often have dealings with him say that he can become a loyal friend to beings of all races and may well be a romantic at heart. His rare, unexpected, and sudden rescues of favorite friends can be attributed only to genuine caring and energetic magical spying from afar. Many of these are adventurers, which suggests that the dragon derives entertainment from his farscryings and chooses as favorites those who do the most interesting and exciting things.

The keys to Thalagyrt's character could be said to be his undying interest in other intelligent creatures and pleasure in witnessing and recording their deeds. He views all creatures with compassion and humor and probably understands "human nature" better than most humans. He can outwit foes who try to dupe him (his intellect is prodigious), but he finds riddles and games intended to impress others tiresome, and he would never himself try to deceive anyone maliciously.

Old Lord Memory is a foe of adventurers, orcs, and other marauders who attempt to slay, despoil, and steal. He also despises aggressive dragons; he thinks dragonkind fell from mastery of Faerûn because of the arrogant, ruthless, and self-interested behavior of wyrms in the past. "They're all deservedly dead now," he observes with gloomy satisfaction, "not that their passings improved anything."

Thalagyrt's Lair

The nameless caverns where Old Lord Memory dwells possess a variant wardmist laid down by a previous, unknown owner. This feature is the dragon's reason for choosing these cold, wet, coastal caverns as his home; he can control the wards to hide himself behind mists almost as solid as stone, change illumination and temperature in areas it encloaks, and so on. He's still learning some of its powers, so he keeps its secrets to himself as much as possible, but visitors to Thalagyrt's lair have witnessed the effects equivalent to cloudkill, dancing lights, dispel magic, shadow conjuration, solid fog, telekinesis (of both "visiting" items and of a large spike-studded rectangle of metal bars that the mist dragon drops from above on especially energetic intruders), wall of fog, and wall of force. The wardmist "scrambles" all mind-influencing magic, psionics, and spells from the school of enchantment, negating their effects within the caverns -- and thus protecting Thalagyrt from them. It also "fogs" arcane eye, scrying, and other magical farscrying attempts to spy into the lair from outside, though this property -- for unknown reasons -- is unreliable and intermittent. How this wardmist acquired so many powers is a mystery . . . and Old Lord Memory would like it to remain so.

Most of the lair consists of long, curving tunnels that Thalagyrt can barely fit down without scraping the walls, but its landward reaches feature a large circle of natural caverns that contain food, monetary treasure, books, stone markers salvaged from lands lost to the sea, and even lore-tablets from elder realms. Several caves around the circle are connected to a central sleeping-cavern reportedly large enough for several dragons to move around in simultaneously. It holds a glowing sleeping mound of soft, thick mosses studded with phosphorescent mushrooms.

Thalagyrt's Domain

Thalagyrt ignores the draconic concept of domains and avoids fighting any other wyrms he meets, whenever possible. "Just leave me alone" might well be his watchphrase. This means he is timid, but certainly not craven. If forced to fight, he can call, from afar by magic, swift and powerful aid from the Chosen, the Heralds, Malchor Harpell, and others who value the lore he preserves.

A foolish upper prelate of Candlekeep, now dead, once offered a large reward for the capture and delivery of Thalagyrt, alive, into the keeping of the "Learned by the Sea." Many adventuring bands tried to earn the reward and were routed either by Thalagyrt or his powerful allies, until Dove Falconhand grew weary of these demands on her time and asked her sister the Simbul to pay a visit to Candlekeep to personally persuade Most Learned Archprelate Rheldryn Uoulimpurt to rescind his reward offer publicly and add the firm advice that calling on the mist dragon Thalagyrt with weapons and forceful intent was not only foolish but apt to be fatal. It's said that "Rheldryn was tearfully eager to comply."

The Deeds of Thalagyrt

The favorite foods of Old Lord Memory are buttered fried snails and the green, slimy, soft Chultan jungle tree slugs that reach 8 feet or more in length, but he considers any slug or turtle to be a delicacy, even dragon turtles. Mist and shorewash algae are his staple dietary items, but they don't thrill him -- as, indeed, very little does. Visitors have brought him sweets and liqueurs, and they report that he loves these but hates being "bribed with food." Attempts to do so could easily backfire on would-be lore-seekers seeking to ply the dragon with edibles.

Thalagyrt is said to have the constitution of a mountain: He can eat anything, even deadly poisons or mist-dragon flesh, without apparent revulsion or ill effects. It's likely that past exposures to several poisons have engendered in him a strong inner resistance, if not immunity. Thalagyrt eats prodigiously, but not often (perhaps twice a month), though he glides almost daily through the spray of waves crashing on the shore, deriving nutrients from them. He exists in a state of perpetual dampness and is not bothered by this in the least. He can and does drink seawater without ill effects, but he prefers to "drink" the mists.

Old Lord Memory spends most days watching and listening to events all over Faerûn -- in particular, human and elven societies within the Sword Coast North. He never seems to forget anything, though his recall can be slow, and the lore he imparts to others is seldom extensive. He believes that, for most folk, "less in their heads is better."

Thalagyrt can employ spells of his own devising to "project" (as three-dimensional images) scenes that live in his memory -- and his mind holds thousands upon thousands of memories. Some are surprisingly important or private moments to humans or allied races. (Thalagyrt has made a career of collecting mind images from dying folk and others who desire to share and preserve recollections of events.)

A visitor who persuades (usually by payment of large amounts of gold coins) Old Lord Memory to yield up a choice memory can, for example, see and hear the confrontation in the throne room in Suzail where the risen Azoun confronted the traitors who sought to murder him; an elven conversation in the green fastnesses of Evermeet; or a tender, murmuring love-meeting between the great mages Elminster and the Simbul, Witch-Queen of Aglarond. These are but a few examples of literally thousands of scenes, some of them crucial to an understanding of now-crumbling treaties and long-dead heroes, rulers, and villains.

What Thalagyrt does with those payments is hire agents to learn and report tiny, apparently insignificant things to fill in gaps in his knowledge. Wherever possible, he prefers to gain such lore from primary sources -- that is, folk who were there or directly involved, not proxies or written records. Occasionally, Thalagyrt hires adventurers to rid himself of persistent attackers or bribe these attackers to go away and leave him to think and observe. He views bullies and fools with contempt, for he can't be blackmailed or successfully threatened. None know his earlier life; he's simply "always been there" in his dripping coastal caverns. He has never, to anyone's recollection, mated or consorted closely with other dragons.

Old Lord Memory has a shrewd grasp of human character, has studied human conspiracies, and has learned how to hire help to best winkle out human secrets. He knows such things as the identities of the current Lords of Waterdeep, which noble families of that city have had secret meetings with the Brotherhood of the Arcane or the Cult of the Dragon, and the fate of Gondegal the Lost King. His information is more accurate the older it is, and (always) runs out entirely about a year ago. Whether he reveals these or other things to casual or persistent visitors is another matter; Thalagyrt has his own code and makes his own judgments of those who seek him out. He may volunteer much, sell what is desired dearly, or give only cryptic hints or warnings -- or act befuddled with age and yield nothing useful no matter what coercion is applied.

Thalagyrt's Magic

Old Lord Memory has access to almost all known human sorcerer/wizard spells of 1st-through 7th-level (through scrolls, spellbooks, and other sources) and a fair smattering of 8th- and 9th-level magic. Although spells of 7th-level and above are beyond his personal mastery, he possesses many memories (gained, of course, from other beings, by use of a unique spell that transfers not only memories, but spell knowledge) of the specifics of casting them, and of their effects. Of the spells the dragon can use, three appear hereafter. One of Thalagyrt's 1st-level favorites is of particular interest. A rare magic believed to have descended from a Netherese apprentice's spell (another copy lies in a well-guarded and hidden tome in Candlekeep), the gemfire spell would prove very useful to many dragons, Saryndalaghlothtor (described in last month's issue) in particular. Thalagyrt uses his gemfire spell on a false gemstone (a rock crystal as large as a man's head, facet-cut in the same manner as many valuable stones) that rests on a flimsy, mostly submerged stick spanning a pool of flammable oil which, when ignited, triggers an explosion that sprays in all directions; creatures within 15 feet are likely to take ld6 points of damage from flaming oil splashes (Reflex DC 15 negates).

Gemfire
Transmutation [Fire]
Level: Sor/Wiz 1
Components: V
Casting Time: 1 standard action
Range: Close (25 ft. + 5 ft./2 levels)
Targets: All nonmagic gems or crystals of Tiny size or smaller within a 15 ft. radius burst, or a single crystalline creature
Duration: Instantaneous
Saving Throw: Fortitude negates (object) and Reflex half (see text)
Spell Resistance: Yes (object)

This spell causes all nonmagic gems or rock crystals (such as quartz) within its range to explode, destroying them. The exploding gems deal damage to all creatures nearby. Half this damage is piercing and half is fire. The size of the gem determines the amount of damage and the size of the blast, according to the following table.

Creatures in the explosion area can attempt a Reflex save to reduce the explosion damage by half. Multiple gems in close proximity are treated as a single larger gem for the purpose of the effects of this spell. For example, a diamond ring with ten Fine stones is treated as a single Diminutive gem rather than ten Fine gems, and a Diminutive bag filled with Fine gems is treated as a single Diminutive gem. An item with a gem inset (such as a jeweled ring) is not destroyed by the exploding gem unless the damage from the explosion would destroy it. A collection of Tiny gems explodes in 10-foot burst for 1d6 points of damage.

The spell has no effect on noncrystal stones or magic items. If cast on a creature made of crystal (such as a gemstone golem from Monsters of Faerûn) it takes 1d4 points of damage per caster level (maximum 5d4) and deals damage to nearby creatures as if it were a Tiny gem. The target creature gets a Fortitude saving throw to negate all effects of the spell.

A 4th-level variant of this spell, Gharradin's slow gemfire, causes gems to explode 1 or more rounds after the spell is cast, similar to using the Delay Spell feat (this variant deals a maximum of 15d4 points of damage to a crystalline creature).

Mistclaw
Conjuration (Creation)
Level: Sor/Wiz 2
Components: V, F
Casting Time: 1 standard action
Range: Close (25 ft. + 5 ft./2 levels)
Effect: Small draconic claw made of mist
Duration: 1 round/level
Saving Throw: None
Spell Resistance: Yes

You create a disembodied dragon claw made out of shadowy translucent mist. It moves within range as you direct it (a free action). The claw can pass through any opening that would allow fog or mist to pass through it. It can be used in one of two ways, and you can change the way that you use the claw each round.

Directed Attack: As a standard action you can direct the claw to attack a creature in range.

Supplemental Attack: As a free action you can direct the claw to assist you in fighting a creature you are attacking in melee. The claw does not interfere with your attacks, nor you its (for example, neither you nor the claw suffer any penalties for fighting with two weapons).

The claw always uses your melee attack bonus and deals 1d4+4 points of slashing damage. It is treated as a magic weapon for the purpose of bypassing damage reduction. It does not get iterative attacks. It always attacks from your direction and cannot flank or gain the benefits from flanking with another creature. The claw does not convey spells (unlike spectral hand). If not directed to attack on a particular round, the claw returns to you and hovers. If an attacked creature has spell resistance, you make a caster level check against that spell resistance the first time the mistclaw strikes it. If the creature resists the spell, the claw is dispelled, otherwise it has its normal full effect on the creature.

The claw can be attacked. It is treated as a Small creature (+1 size bonus to AC) with a natural armor bonus equal to your Intelligence (if a wizard spell) or Charisma (if a sorcerer spell) bonus. It has 10 hit points +1/caster level. Destroying the mistclaw does not harm you. It is not incorporeal and does not have an incorporeal miss chance, and it does not ignore the miss chance of incorporeal targets (though it can harm incorporeal creatures because it is treated as a magic weapon).

The wizards Cardatha of Silverymoon and Baerdrunsun of Alaghon are known to have independently demonstrated versions of the mistclaw spell at recent magefairs.

Focus: Mist, fog, or steam, whether present naturally in the environment, created by magic, or trapped in a closed container possessed by the caster. Nondraconic casters must also have a dragon scale or talon as a focus.

Muritho's Randomscatter
Abjuration
Level: Sor/Wiz 2
Components: V
Casting Time: 1 standard action
Range: Touch
Target: Creature touched
Duration: 1 round/level
Saving Throw: Will negates (harmless)
Spell Resistance: Yes (harmless)

You create a scintillating chaotic aura of random magical arcs, flashes, and other minor effects. This display looks very impressive but is entirely defensive in nature; creatures touching the target suffer no ill effects.

This spell has three effects that operate simultaneously. First, the target gains a +2 resistance bonus on saving throws against magical effects. Second, it provides acid, cold, electricity, fire, and sonic resistance 5. Third, each time the recipient is subjected to force damage from an effect of 1st level or lower (such as magic missile), that damage is reduced by 5 points before being applied to the creature's hit points.

Due to a quirk of the spell's formula, it ends instantly if cast on a creature already protected by a spell or effect that creates a visible aura (such as entropic shield). The aura is fragile, and any use of magic by the target causes the randomscatter to end instantly.

Muritho is a long-dead human mage of forgotten origin. Old Lord Memory uses this spell without modification -- and therefore it is also usable without modification by humans who examine Thalagyrt's spell scrolls. There is also a 5th-level spell variant, Muritho's spell-shield, that negates all magic missile damage, gives energy resistance 10, lasts for 1 minute/level, and requires as its material component a flame ignited by any means from combustibles (typically wood, bone, or charcoal) that bear some sort of magic.

Thalagyrt's Fate

Word of Old Lord Memory's existence and location is slowly spreading in Waterdeep. Nobles discuss him with fair accuracy at revels, while commoners hear rumors of "a dragon in a seashore cave who sees all things and remembers everything . . . and so can reveal just who murdered so-and-so, or tell what became of vanished Uncle Auldo." Waterdhavian noble houses have begun sending messengers (heavily laden with gold) to Thalagyrt's nameless lair. Almost all of them seek answers to family queries, such as "What became of the lost heir to the house, who wandered off some eighty years back? Did he have offspring -- and if so, who and where are they?" or "Who really stabbed Lord Hrimm at the revel? An agent of his rival Lord Alandalar, or someone else -- and if the latter, why?" or "Who stole Lady Jamarra's tiara, and where is it now?" The dragon finds them entertaining diversions and helps as best he can in return for payment. Although he cares little who learns such secrets, Thalagyrt finds the second or third identical query tiresome, and if he's already told the heirs of Lord Palschane the Lord's fate, he's quite likely to give less accurate or extensive answers to sages, agents of rival houses, or creditors. (Readers who find the names in these examples unfamiliar are advised that they are first names; surnames have been omitted on Elminster's advice to protect the privacy of the noble families involved. As the Old Mage commented, "This precaution cuts down on assassination attempts against periodical columnists and editors who are too clever for their own good, helping the hired daggers to meet the demands of their already-crowded schedules . . . a thoughtful consideration, ye see, for all concerned.")

Thalagyrt is less welcoming to the adventurers and wizards who follow. He's uneasy about spreading magical information, and he has already rebuffed several overly demanding mages and Cult of the Dragon deputations. His worst disputes, however, have involved members of the Arcane Brotherhood of Luskan, and someday they might well bring about the mist dragon's doom by slaying or imprisoning him.

Thus far, Old Lord Memory has sent two ambitious Arcane underlings to their deaths by providing the whereabouts of archmage's tombs they desired to plunder -- by neglecting to mention traps and lingering spells he knew to wait therein. A more formidable Brotherhood mage died in Thalagyrt's lair when he defied the dragon and opened a trapped chest. It released a "ravening force that incinerated him" (as farscrying Arcane wizards described it). This was actually a wand of fireball triggered by a watchghost (an undead being described in The Ruins of Undermountain boxed set) hiding in the chest.

In life, the watchghost was Norlatha Saundshauloe (LN human female Wiz7). A woman of surpassing ugliness and tall, gaunt build, Norlatha was usually thought to be a man by most who met her. She dwelt in Baldur's Gate, where she made a living casting spells for hire: leakproofings, building constructions, rust and mold removals, and the like, not adventuring magics. She's now a firm friend of Thalagyrt and serves as his "butler" -- the hands that (unseen by most visitors) set traps, move treasure, and otherwise see to the cleanliness and maintenance of his lair. She remains insubstantial and as invisible as possible most of the time, existing only as a soft, sarcastic voice with whom Old Lord Memory bandies words. Most Brotherhood spies think the dragon is less than sane and talks to himself often, but a few have observed "the gloomy servant-man" and wondered as to her origins, nature, and identity.

About the Authors

Ed Greenwood claims that he can, and often does, speak to folk who don't have silver hair, magic swords, and spells up their sleeves that can sear -- or remake -- worlds. He just prefers his more memorable tavern encounters all over the Realms to what generally confronts him in the here-and-now.

Sean K Reynolds is a vegetarian who long ago ate four one-pound hamburgers in one afternoon. He would like to thank Steven Domkowski for his help in acquiring the original Dragon Magazine text for this article.