Dragons and Magic II: The Hunt for DreamWeaver

[LittleSprite2]

As Idrial was turning to see for herself what O'Bonn had wished to observe she cursed feeling waightless for all of a moment or two as the net closed around them lifting them in the air before being tangled in uncomfortable postitions with Cormic and O'Bonn, smiling at some of O'Bonn's sentements as well before he mannaged to controll himself.

She watched in amazement as some lizard like beings came slithering out of the swamp and killed off the undead and wondered if these were the ones who had been at the village.. they looked like kolbold's, but was unsure having never seen them herself only having heard discriptions in her travels.

She looked around thru the netting as best she could seeing Valathe tho unhappy being held between two of the lizard men. Ona however was still uncontious on the ground covered in muck, feeling herself being poked Idrial cursed under her breath not wanting to make any loud noises and ether scare them or piss them off. Watching them talk to one another she hoped they wernt being considered the next meal.

One stepped forward and spoke "Youss be no dead onesess," he hissed up at them. "Whoss bees you?" .. Before she could reply O'Bonn awncered and she winced his title always surved to remind her of how unsuted and how unwelcome there union would be if they ever survived there quest. I am Idrial of Two Bloods the Leader of this group, I and my companions are on a quest to stop the undead.. We seek Dreamweavers Cave.. Can you lead us to it?, or show us which path to take?? Idrail didnt know much about these beings but sence they had killed the undead perhaps they would be willing to help twards that end.
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Valathe stood between two of the lizard men keeping her mouth closed while they spoke to Idrial and O'Bonn wishing that she hadnt dropped Ona but had, had no choice in the matter. Looking at one of the Lizard men holdig her she nodded with her head towards Ona on the ground and hoped he understood that she wanted to go to her and see that she was alright.

 

[AmenRa]

O'Bonn knew he should have kept his mouth shut the minute he opened it. It was customary habit, being the son of the elven king and a leader of an entire army to announce himself when asked.

He remembered Reverend's lesson: he still had much to learn about humility.

He craned his neck as much as the neck would allow to cast a gaze into Idrial's eyes. "Forgive me," he whispered. Then to the Snakes Who Walked, he added, "it is true, she leads our quest for the lair of the necromancer. Can you show us the way?"

 

[Mantra]

The Nothern Edge of the Swamplands

Borgus strode with purpose and pride at the head of 'his' army. As War Chief, his own position was equal with the Clan Chieftans. Snarg of the Rouins, Turro of the Longhorns and of course, Moon-Shank of his own tribe were all with him as well as Oboz of the Orcs and nearly 100 of Grizznak's goblin worg riders. Nearly 1000 strong, the bulk of the mightiest Taurian warriors marched to war with their Orcish and Goblin supporters.

Borgus himself was glad for it. Slaughtering elves and human settlements had been entertaining, and had done well to prepare his mixed forces for the battle ahead, but Borgus was anxious for the greater glory of war. Now that the forests were securly theirs, the Beast Clans had met again back at the Stone. It was agreed that the Clans were to be split into two armies. One, led by Gumbad of the Ogres would take the Ogre clans, along with Thun of the Orcs, Mange Keen-Eye of the Wolven, Doorna of the Catmen and finally, Grizznak and his remaining goblins. The second army would be led by Borgus himself, and would consist of the three mighty Taurian Clans, Oboz and half of the Worg riders. It was the duty and honor of Borgus's army to destroy the Dead Ones, protect his homelands and claim all the woodlands for the Beast Clans!
Two days march and the lead elements had begun encountering the first of the Dead Ones. These were crushed quickly and effortlessly by the sheer numbers of his mighty force. Often the Worgs alone ripped them to bits and left them to rot. More and more were being encountered as the army move South towards the swamp lands where they had come from. Many seemed to be trying to rally to the swamp to prevent being cut off and destroyed, something that Borgus was keen not to allow. Dead Ones were an abomination and did not deserve honrable death nor mercy. It was the fifth day when his scouts reported anything which resembled a force of Dead Ones coming out to confront them. There were only perhaps two or three hundred, but Borgus knew that these things were relentless and gifted with the courage and stength of the damned, so he did not trust these reports completely.

"Turro, to the Right and hold!" he bellowed, waving his great hammer in emphasis. "I shall move to the Left and hold! Moon-Shank, Snarg and Oboz to the center, for honor and glory, destroy them!"

Battle, glorious battle was at hand and his forces roared forward to meet the Dead Ones as they staggered forward. It was a terriffic slaughter, outnumbered and overmatched, the Dead Ones were battered and beaten. Literally tossed about by the massive Taurians or pulverized by their weapons. The Dead Ones wavered and started to fall back, routing into the swamp where Borgus hoped to leave their stinking remains forever. It was then that Borgus's suspicions were revealed to be correct. As the center of his army pursued the fleeing undead, more Dead Ones began to rise from either side, hundreds more in an attempt to outflank his forces. At the same time, the fleeing Dead Ones turned again, moving back into the fight. Fortune was with Borgus however. It was exactly for this that he and Turro had remained to each side. On both sides, his force and Turro's clashed with the rising dead, rending, stomping and crushing while the center force continued to savage the Dead Ones they faced.

"Fear no death! No defeat!" Borgus raged, wielding his hammer with deadly, bone crushing effect. "We cannot be defeated! For Glory! For Honor! For War! FORWARD!!"

It was then that the darkness fell, the light of day was squelched from the sky and the wind caught up through the moss ladened trees. Even through the heat and persperation of battle, Borgus felt the air chill with the coming dark. All across the battlefield, a pause overcame all participants. The trees creaked and groaned as the wind bent their branches and the stagnant water rippled away from their legs and bodies as they stood knee-deep in the muck. Then like a thunderbolt, came a great, unearhtly crash. Trees which had stood for decades were splintered like twigs as a massive form crashed to earth at the very point of where Borgus's center rallied. Minotaurs, Orcs, Worgs and Dead Ones alike were heaved up and scattered like leaves or else simply vanished, crushed and burried beneath the great bulk of the newcommer.

Moon-Shank heaved himself up from the mud, using his great trident as a crutch to rise. His head spun and stars danced behind his eyes but he readied himself to fight as a true Taurian Chieftan would. He raised his eyes, shaking his head to clear the mud and confusion and to direct his rage against his new opponent...

His eyes fell directly upon a giant and scaley tree trunk which protruded up from the swamp directly ahead of him. Then Moon-Shank blinked. It was not a tree, but a leg! The Minotaur Chieftan, at just over seven foot tall, only just came up to the leg's jointed knee. Deep black scales covered ost of that leg, but he did see a ragged patch, a gaping hole from which peeked out a discolored bit of kneecap bone. The Chieftan's gaze continued up, taking in a great torso, a torso which had shattered the trees and battlefield alike with it's bulk. More blackened scales, like overlapping tower shields covered that chest, but more ragged gapes and wounds were present, showing off-white ribs where they lurked beneath the ruined muscle and flesh. Movement higher up drew his yees and he saw the wings. Great blackened and leathery wings which streached out as far as the eye could see. Those wings literally blotted out the sky above, casting the swamp all about them into chilled shadow even as the light hight above occasionally peeked through some rent, tear or gash. An illusion of hope peeking through the imminate doom. Death, fear and power rippled out from the monster just as palpably as the knife-like spears of intense cold which radiated out from it.

"Kaz be with us..." Moon-Shank whispered, readying his trident. He was old, for a Minotaur Chieftan, and had seen much, done much and had defeated many foes, but even then, Moon-Shank was completely awed and horrified by this...thing. To his own credit. Moon-Shank stood his ground, one of the very, very few that would have, even if they could. With a final roar and challange, Moon-Shank heaved his trident with all his remaining strengh. The two-pronged fork flew straight and struck true, impaling itself in the meaty shoulder above him where it stuck, quivering. More movement from above and the long serpantine neck swiveled around, neck vertibre clearly visible along the length of the neck along with rotted bits of meat and scale. A bare skull, devoid of any flesh, save for a blackened, shark fin atop the head came into view. Hollow eyesockets centered on Moon-Shank far below, hollow, but not empty. Deep pinpoints of while light flickered hatefully in those sockets and those pinpoints seemed to stop time while sucking away the very last of the Taruian's courage and strength. The mouth opened, revealing many, saber-sharp and ironically perfect teeth. The monster roared. not a great, animalistic roar, but instead a tremendous, unearthly and high-pitched banshee scream. Moon-Shank slapped his hands over his ears in a vain attempt to blot out the noise. He and many of those around him sank to their knees at the sound so that none of them were ever even aware of the ragged lungs as they inhaled deeply. He skull head reared up and then down again in a single, wh hip-like motion, the mouth opened again and spat out a flurry of black smoke. The stream of vapor struck the swamp surface and seemed to explode, casting out in a wide ripple which zipped across the terrain, dissapating as soon as the ripple passed by. Moon-Shank and all those touched by that ripple, fell still in an instant.

In the exhalation of a breath, Borgus's great army was gutted and ruined. Those few that were not stricken down, broke ranks and fled for their lives back into the forest.

 

[Dracona]

Ona lay still in the mud and cracked her eyes open just enough to see around her. Her gaze settled on Valanthe who seemed to be trying to communicate her concern to one of the lizardmen. Ona stared at her hard, putting out a feeling of reassurance that she hoped the elven woman would pick up on.

She didn't want to give herself away until she knew for certain if these creatures were friend or foe. So far they seemed to be on the same side, at least as far as the undead were concerned. Even so, they held her commrades captive. As long as they thought she was unconscious the element of surprise would be in her favor if she needed to act and come to their aid.

 

[LittleSprite2]

Idrial didnt feel the ground moving as she was hanging in the air with O'Bonn and Cormic but saw the unsteady movement of the Lizard like beings and Valathe as they kept there footing and glanced to one another, Idrial knew that they felt it even as the heard the massive ROAR!!! thru out the swamp. She paled slightly knowing that it was Dreamweaver and from the sound of him not far off. Will you set us free and show us a safe path thru so we may continue our quest??? Idrial had heard O'Bonn and nodded to him knowing that this was not the time to discuss the matter only to try and rectify the situation.

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Valathe Kept her balance along with the Lizard men, paling at the sound of the ROAR That swept thru the swamp and knew ther goal was close. Catching Ona's look her way Valathe understood and said nothing while she waited for Idrial and the Lizard men to decide what would happen now.

 

[rengadeirishman]

it was sudden and entirely unexpected, the crack of a net and Cormac was held aloft.

"Sons of Cruach!" he cursed aloud "I am Cormac Rua Wolfbrother clan Bladesong, relase me at once!" he roared at the lizardmen who emerged from the swamp.

"Face me in combat thrice cursed lizard-kin!" he bellowed, first he had been forced to retreat from the undead, and now he was caught in a net. He had quite enough of this nonsense, something was going to die very soon.

 

[Mantra]

Silverfang

As he watched, hidden in the foliage, the three goblins only seemed to mill about the tiny clearing. Occasionally, there would be a 'clunk' or a 'thump' from inside the cottage, but eventually two more goblins emerged.

The small group clustered about, one of them chattering to the others. Soon though, they began to move off, heading away from where Silverfang hid and deeper into the trees.

 

[wolfknight20]

As he watched, hidden in the foliage, the three goblins only seemed to mill about the tiny clearing. Occasionally, there would be a 'clunk' or a 'thump' from inside the cottage, but eventually two more goblins emerged.

The small group clustered about, one of them chattering to the others. Soon though, they began to move off, heading away from where Silverfang hid and deeper into the trees.

silver fang waited till they where out of hearing range than got up and looked in side the hut to see what had kept them so busy and what needed two to gard

 

[Mantra]

"What in the name of the Dark Lord did you bring that for!"

Tiana cursed.

Tyler just looked scanderlously at her. "I dunno." he said defensivly. "I just...wanted something." Tyler held the bundle of cloth away from Tiana as she reached for it. Seizing some bit of the silken cloth, Tiana pulled trying to pull it away from Tyler, Tyler naturally pulled back and soon a tug-of-war ensued over the shirt.

A coin fell from the bundle as they struggled, the occasional huff of breath, or 'leggo! perhaps a 'gimme!' escaping from them, but finally Tiana's superior strength won out. The shirt came away from Tyler's grasp, but not before Tiana almost had to fling the smaller boy down the alley in the struggle. Two more coins pingged to the cobblestones, but the shirt was hers.

"Gimme that back!" Tyler cried. "I took it! It's mine!"

 

[Mantra]

Draken

"They are...what they are." The undertaker whispered in his raspy voice in reply to Draken's questions.

"Very well, I will find her." Draken said. "I trust the dagger will locate her? If so, then once I get the warhorse, I will find her."

"Your knife can point...... to one.....or the other." He did not seem the feel any further need to elaborate on his two new missions, nor give more details.

"Go now....Our horse.... will find... you."

 

[Mantra]

Idrial and Co.

The lizardling made a 'ruk-ruk' sound in his throat at O'Bonn's comments.

"Alls of ussess bees of the dead oneses." he said. "Just someses of uss bees not dead yet."

The Lizardling heard out Idrial's comments, occasionally pausing to hiss ack at his comrades, who pressed closer to hear what was said. Many hissed back or made quick motions through the air. Others nodded or shook their heads at the comments of others. Clearly, the Lizardlings were conflicted as with what to do with the group. The 'conversation' was quickly becoming more heated, as the group became more and more animated and in some cases, agitated.

"Whys iss yous here?" The Lizardling again addressed to the group, even as they remained in the net above them. "Point Ears no comeses, Hoomunz no comeses here. Yous only bringses trouble to the People! Youses makes the Gods angry with the Peopleses! Youss kind makeses the Dead Oneses rise!"

Things were looking very bad for the band until there was a cry, a terrible shreaking cry which made everyone's blood run cold. All conversation ceaced as every head turned towards that horrible sound, not overly far in the distance.

"Will you set us free and show us a safe path thru so we may continue our quest???" Idrial pleaded.

The Lizardlings looked at each other for a brief moment.
"Youses really wants to putses the Dreaming God backs to sleepsss?" He motioned to one of his fellows. With a swish of an axeblade, the net collapsed, letting the entangled group fall back to the mud.

"We takesss you to the Chiefses. He desideses for youss."

The Lizardlings began to move out, letting go of Valanthe, but none of the group was left alone. Slitted, watchful eyes were always on them.

"This oness bees almost deads?" he asked motioning to Ona. "Wees canses finish itses off soos it no becomses a Dead Oness."

 

[LittleSprite2]

Valathe moved to Ona as soon as they relasesd her kneeling down beside her motioning for her to be quiet as the lizard men spoke informing them that they would be taken before the cheif to dedicde there fate.

Hearing one ask if they would like for them to finnish Ona off for them she saying NO as she leaned over Ona protectivley, using her self to sheild Ona hoping she had heard there comments and would begin moving showing them she was alive just unconchious.

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Idrial and the others landed a little less gracefully on the ground as they were cut down and tho knowing Cormac would not like her much for restraining him from fighting they didnt needed to anger these creatures fruther if they could convince them to allow them to continue on there way. Idral motioned to O'Bonn as he stood with her to place a restraining hand on Cormic's sholder so she could speak with him even as she did so herself.

Cormic.. i know you would rather be fighting right now as would some of our other companions i am sure, but trust me when i say you will need all of your strength, and abilitys for the battle to come will be more glorious than this if you will have pacence and trust me a little longer. Idrial didnt know if he would listen to her or not but prayed that he would for all there sakes.

Hearing the Lizard mans coments and seeing Valathe's attempt to protect Ona Idrial moved forward as well but not too quickly as she didnt want them tied up again if she could avoid it, and tryed to explain to the Kolbolds or Lizard Men about there friend. Looking to the one who seemed to be the leader as she spok Yes we truly wish to put Dream Weaver back to sleep forever if we can.......she Ona.. is Not dieing.. mearly unconshious, and should wake soon.

She used much energy and strenght to help free us from the dead ones before you arrived, and you are right.. we all will be dead when the time comes, were just not there yet... if your cheif will allow we would continue to do so and attempt to put the Dreaming God back to sleep, but we will need all of our people to do so. Idrial waited for the Kolbolds to decide Ona's fate, hoping she would indeed wake and move showing them she were alive even if she needed one of them to lean on to go with them to the Kolbolds cheif.

 

[Wolfsister]

"Why did you....?!" she found she couldn't finish the question. Tyler's eyes looked to the shirt like a thirsty man in a desert looking at an oasis. She gripped the silken cloth in her tiny fists and almost growled, she was that angry and frankly... pissed.

In the scuffle and in the heat of her anger, she didn't even notice the coins that glittered on the dirty cobblestones. Her breaths were once again ragged with the struggle having renewed her fatigue. "What are you thinking, Ty?!" she hissed at him, holding the shirt towards her breast in case Tyler made a grab for them.

"We just killed a man! YOU just killed a man! And you take his shirt? What in the Dark Beneath are you thinking?!" she cursed once again, the voices in her head strangely quiet in her rage. She didn't think twice about it.

Then she suddenly, and in complete disgust, lauched the shirt at him. "There! Take your filthy rag! I thought you were different... Ty. I thought..." she shook her head, casting her eyes to the cobblestones at her bare feet.

Then, and only then, did she notice the coins. She blinked... her thoughts on the previous subject suddenly vanished on seeing the glint of the colourful coins at her feet. She fell down, snatching at them and looked up at Tyler, her eyes wide in delight and her voice breathless as she shouted for joy.

"Ty! Look! Can you even think of how much food we can get with this?" she grinned and a giddy laugh escaped her mouth. Her stomach grumbled. She grinned, a self conscious blush highlighting her cheeks as a wicked glint entered her eyes. "Come on! Hot meat pies!!"

The shirt and who it belonged to were forgotten to the barely a woman girl in the light of an empty stomach and a legitimate way of filling it.

 

[Bladesman]

Draken nodded and left the undertaker's stall and moved to the shadows. He slipped his hand into his cloak and removed the enchanted dagger from a sheath. He placed the dagger on his hand and spun it in a circle. The dagger spun for several moments and he watched it closely, waiting to see where it would stop and what direction it would point toward. It finally stopped and pointed to the south west of where he was.

As near as he could tell, the southwestern part of the city was were the majority of the slums were. There would be cutpurses, thieves and various other rogues in that region of the city. He lifted his helm and slipped it on his head. Lowering the perfectly crafted visor so that his face was covered, Draken raised the hood of his cloak so that the majority of his helm was hidden from view.

Once he was cloaked and ready, he departed for the southwestern side of the city blending in with the crowd in his dark cloak and easy movements. He would find her and find her quickly. Once he found her, then he could hunt the other target. While he made his way through the crowd, he pondered a moment to consider the way the undertaker had looked at the woman's picture.

It was as if the Undertaker wanted her for himself, whether for marriage, as a conquest or for reasons all his own. Draken snorted to himself and shook his head...Humans, he never could understand them. Draken pondered about this for a moment and decided that when this was over, he would have humans captured and brought back to the city of Shadows to be studied. As he considered having humans studied, Draken caught the smell of pastry baking and also the smell of spiced meat cooking.

 

[Mantra]

Silverfang

The goblins vanished into the woods, then silverfang crept down into the clearing. The cottage was fairly well kept and looked recently lived in. The front door had been left open so Silverfang cautiously entered.

Inside the cottage was a real mess. furnature and pottery had been smashed and the whole place smelled like decay and stale blood. A body lay face down in the middle of the room, a young woman by the looks of her, laying in a dried pool of her own blood. Given the state of the remains, she had been dead for a couple of days, but gave no evidence as to what had happened.

Likewise, there was no evidence as to what the goblins were doing here.

 

[wolfknight20]

The goblins vanished into the woods, then silverfang crept down into the clearing. The cottage was fairly well kept and looked recently lived in. The front door had been left open so Silverfang cautiously entered.

Silverfang steped back out and decided to shift to his true form so he could take to the air and try to over take the goblins so as to avenge the young ladys death and get the bountys for the goblins as well as any items they might be carrying and who knows he thought the goblins might lead him to something of interest. but frist he serached and found a bag and some rope to make a pouch for his veiw supplys and cuple coins he had. This being done he begun to change frist he started to grow a pair of midnight black wings from between his shoulders than as they grew his arms and legs gerw thicker and his hands and feet became paws his face became that of a wolf and his body did as well cept fore his tail and the fact that he had wings and was ruffly 5 foot tall and 6 foot long. he lunched him self into the air with his bag hung from his naeck like a charm .

 

[Mantra]

Idrial and Co.

The Lizardmen quickly assembled, showing a suprising amount of military discipline and coordination. Idrial and her companions were scattered along the column, each seperate from the other and with two lizardlings beside them. They set out, again suprising the group with the speed they moved through the trecherous swamp. At times, they practically dragged the companions along. Sometimes they took to deeper water and swam, sliding gracefully through the murky water like giant crocadiles.

It was not long before the group began to encounter more lizardlings and then came upon a place where chunks of bedrock jutted up from the water. Occasionally, mud and vine huts were visible on the rocks or concealed in the low tree branches or even propped up on stilts. It was to a concentration of rocks that the lizardmen took the group, finally pushing them up to where they could take their first steps on solid ground for days. Ona too, was finally plopped down onto the rock, having been dragged the length of the trip on a lizardman's back.

There was a brief commotion as the mass of lizardlings gathered to gawk at the newcommers. Others who had brough them spoke in their native, hissing language to others, drawing more attention to Idrial's group. It was also clear that the lizardlings did not care for their presence.
The Lizards finally began to thin, parting as three lizardmen, of importance given the way the others deferred to them, came towards Idrial. All three were male, the lead was clearly the eldest, given his wrinkled features and graying scales. The second was a huge, beast of a lizardman and the largest Idrial have ever seen before, who held a long spear and whicker shield. The third was also older but wore a necklace of flat stones and animal skulls along with using a spear as a walking stick.

"Usess was captured in ours land." The eldest said. His command of language was better than the one who had captured them, but he still spoke with a hissing drawl. "Whys have youss come?? Yousses have already brought much pain to the Peoplesss. You haves already made the Godsss angry."

The elder's tongue flickered with irritation for a moment before continuing. "I have saidsss that the Peoplesss will not fights for yousses blasphemers! Youses cannotsss force usss from whats is oursss! Wees wills not helpses you make the Dead Onesss!"

"We banishes yousss from our land and youss send more to usss! Your headses will sit atop our spearsss for your tresssspass as a warning to any more blasphemersses!"

 

[LittleSprite2]

Idrial tho tired from there journay thru the swamp and having been dragged along listened as the elder spoke to them, and she wanted to know more about who had approched them about the undead and wanted the Lizardmen to help raise them but for now her main focus was saving there lives if she could mannage to do so. Lives first, information second..

Standing as much as the lizard men would allow Idrial faced the three who had come forward and spoke. We know not of the ones who came before and asked you to help raise the dead ones... we do not mean to tress pass, or cause your people more harm than they have already suffered.. we only seek to put the dreaming god back to sleep, and stop the dead ones... We came in search of Dream Weaver.. Idrial paused and waited to see what the elders and the larger Kolbold or Lizard man woul make of her words.

 

[Mantra]

Tiana

"Ty! Look! Can you even think of how much food we can get with this? Come on! Hot meat pies!!"

Tiana clutched the coins in her hands, two gold and one silver. The coins were all perfectly round and strangely warm at first. There was a strange rune stamped on each side, but even though Tiana could read a little bit, she did not recognize these runes.

Tyler simply beamed as the fight ended as quickly as it came. Tiana's acceptance at their sudden wealth validating his taking of the shirt. He followed after Tiana, quickly tugging the shirt over his head, in pursuit of the promise of hot food.

 

[Mantra]

Draken

Draken slipped through the shadows easilly enough, pausing occasionally to check his dagger. The dagger had led him into the slums and then right back out again. Apparently his target was moving, so he followed.

His path finally came to a run down looking tavern just outside of the slum area. There were about a dozen downtrodden looking humans in the pathetic little place. All sucking at whatever copper-swill their pitiful lives could afford. As his eyes wept through the group, he had to do a double take at the back table.

His eyes took in the youth sitting there, greedilly munching on a plate of whatever. She was dirty and beraggled, but at a second look, Draken recognized the girl, Tiana from the undertaker's picture. Likewise, there was another urchen, a younger boy, just as ratty looking, wearing an oversized shirt and stuffing his face just as voratiously as Tiana.

 

[Wolfsister]

Tiana ran through the dirty streets, dodging in and out of traffic with a natural born grace that defied her lowly status and beggarly clothing. She weaved in amongst the people at a fast pace, not really pausing to see if Ty was following. She knew that he would be. For as long as she had known him, he had never passed up a chance at hot food.

Skidding to a halt, she stopped before a rather dingy looking tavern. Here, she knew, the barkeep wouldnt ask questions about where she had gotten the coins. He would just be happy to put them into his own pocket, rather than gathering trouble for his profitable patrons.

She paused then, waiting for a panting Tyler to catch up and then pushed her way inside. The interior was dimly lit, trails of smoke wafting through the common room, making it rather hard to see. But she knew her way around here and so made her way swiftly to the bar.

"Hot food!" she squeaked to the man that stood behind the wooden plank that constituted a bar. He nodded as she flashed him some silver, not yet wanting to part with gold.

Then she grabbed Tyler by the hand and wound her way towards an empty table she had spied at the back upon entering the establishment. There she waited impatiently as a wench came with steaming plates heaped with food. Enough and more for her silver. She grinned as a jug of mulled wine was also brought.

Stuffing her face had never felt so good.

 

[LittleSprite2]

Rhys

The boy Rhys sat with the Matriarch in her chambers watching Idrial's and the groups progress and got a glimpse of DreamWever as well whipping out and entire army. Rhys didn’t mean to show the fear on his face for Idrial and the group nor did he mean to question her judgment but he could not help the question that came forth. Matriarch.. What can Idrial and the others do that the army could not?? Please cannot Drakon or one of the others help them?, and what connection do I hold why would they wish to kill me or catch me? I don’t understand..

Rhys had been training with the other dragons, not only learning his skills as a BladeSinger but learning to read, Wright, and other things he would need for the future as well, and he knew once the words were out that he had been disrespect full to question the Matriarch but he did not want Idrial and the others to die Idrial had saved him when many others would have left him to die, and was continuing to try and do so even at the cost of her life if need be.

 

[AmenRa]

The Fay Hound

The majai-hi, the silver-furred wolf-dog that was Fay made flesh had stayed behind when Idrial, O'Bonn, and the others left for DreamWeaver's lair.

The dog had taken an interest in the boy, Rhys, for the child's destiny was intertwined with all living things now. The dragons that inhabited the keep were as old as the Fay, yet only Wisdom of the Ages could remember the time of the First End, when the world was new, and the spirits had yet to decide what life to bring forth. This was a time before even the elves walked, and even the rivers and streams were young.

The majai-hi, who had been laying beside Rhys, craned his head to look at the boy as he asked his question. The Fay hound then snuggled closer to the boy in a gesture of comfort. One ear perked up and swiveled towards the great dragon, listening as she answered the question about destiny, fate, and the order of things.

 

[Bladesman]

Draken stepped into the dingy tavern and looked around. The air was think with the smoke from torches and also from the pipes that the humans and mixtures of other races were smoking. He coughed for a moment and wished he had of known a rain spell cause he would have put out every one of the pipes that was being smoked in the tavern.

Striding past everyone, Draken stepped up to the bar and slapped a silver coin on the bar. "I would say the rarest red wine you have, but a place such as this probably doesn't have anything that would even classify as a decent wine, let alone anything good. So instead find me a bloodwine, or a mushroom wine from the Underdark. "

Draken moved to a table near enough to Tiana and the boy that was with her that he could hear what they were saying and yet not close enough to be noticed too much. Soon he would approach her but not yet, not here.

 

[Dracona]

Ona had opened her eyes and shifted position slightly as she was carried by the lizardman giving up the pretense that she was unconscious. They probably knew she was faking it by now anyway. When she was dumped unceremoniously on a rock she sat up and looked around, listening as Idrial spoke to the lizardmen who seemed to be in charge. She tensed at the obvious animosity directed at them and stored away the information that the one responsible for the undead in the swamp had tried to enlist these creatures and been turned down. If they could be convinced that the company were not of the same ilk these lizardmen could be valuable allies.