Pain. Pain was the last thing Torin remembered. At some point he had managed to escape the cave after being burned by the fire and lava. He had tried to mend himself but it was not enough. He knew the general direction the group was to head out in. Torin climbed atop his mount and directed it before passing out. The creature wrapped him in vines to ensure he wouldn't fall off.
Next Torin awoke he was laying in the desert of Tanaris. At some point his pet must have dried out to the point where it had to retreat to the dream without him. He stood to his feet, the middle of the desert and not a single drop of life giving water. His injury prevented him from changing to his true form. Torin groaned at the nasty burn on his side. He couldn't sense life in any direction so he picked one and started walking, eventually he would find something of note.
Eventually in his wondering his legs gave out on him as he fell and rolled down a large sand dune. A human woman found him half burried in sand. "Look over here!" She called out to her companions. The three others came running over. She rolled him over, only a very faint breath let her know that he was still alive.
"He's alive, but looks badly injured." She said nursing him some water from a water skin she had. Torin groaned as he drank. "Easy now, you're dehydrated, drink it slowly or you'll make yourself sick."
"Find yourself a new friend Sanah?" One of the others, an orc, laughed as he crossed his arms. "Stranger." He then said abruptly looking at the injured night elf. "What's a hurting blind elf doing in the middle of the desert?"
Torin heard his words and when he could he uttered out "I lost my friends, my... charge. I lost everything. I'm not blind, but I can never uncover my eyes." He took a few more sips of water. The orc grunted.
"Well we have a camp nearby. Spend the night with us and maybe we can help you." Sanah said.
"A dark skinned human interjected. "Sanah you can't just offer comfort to him, we don't know him yet you want to bring him into our camp like that?" She narrowed her eyes as she looked at Torin, possible scenarios going through her mind.
"Come on now Kaji you have to be more generous. You never know he could be useful." She said as the orc heaved the elf over his shoulder and started walking. "Besides after giving him water we can't just leave him to die."
Kaji sighed running her fingers over her temples. "I swear your optimism is sickening. Pray that the master sees it that way."
It was nearing dusk at the groups camp as Sanah was busy applying a healing salve to Torin's wound. "So... What is your name?" She asked as she applied a fresh bandage over the wound.
Torin strained through the initial sting but the salve soon numbed the pain. "Thank you Sanah. My name is Torin."
The orc took a step forward. "Well Torin, I am Karkon. That's a mice fancy sword you have. You some kind of warrior?" He asked looking at the elf's sword laying next to him.
Torin smiled weakly. "I was a guardian. A warrior, and a protector."
Karkon grinned as he began. "Well then Torin, you might be of some use after all."
04/02/2018 01:01 AMPosted by KersiaâI donât care what you do. At this point, we know where the dragons are. You have the night in the city to unwind. Meet at these gates as the sun rises. Iâll head to the inn and pay for rooms for all, and open a tab. Feel free to use it, Iâll close it in the morning. If you decide your life is worth more than this venture and decide to stay here or head home, I will not judge you. However, thank you all for coming this far, and if you decide to remain, thank you for seeing it through.â Kersia nodded at the group before making her way to the inn.
"I didn't come all the way out here to leave now. Think I'll take you up on that offer for a few drinks though." After the rough time he had a few ales ought to restore his spirits.
He followed her to the inn, leaving his horse and Synthara outside. Most inns don't take kindly to panthers inside their domiciles, scare off the customers for the commoners. He wondered if everyone who had beasts such as her had to deal with it. Probably.
He got an ale from the barkeep after it had all been settled and sat himself down in a corner seat. He casually drank from his drink watching the other patrons of the bar.
- Draconyxion -
Twenty-four hours had past since the adventurers had visited Onyxia's lair and dealt a blow to what remained of the black Dragonflight. The boiling magma that remained within the base of the cavern collapsing it had finally settled as they awoke from their restful sleep and made their way into the desert. All was not as it seemed however as something bubbled just under the surface as the wayward travelers had reached the gates of Gadgetzan...
The earth beneath the southern swamplands shifted and rumbled once again as the settled magma pool churned and boiled as if to erupt from it's holding chamber. Intent on burning all in its path leaving little but ash and glass in its wake. The magma continued to become more violent as pillars of the molten earth shot towards the roof of the chamber as gravity did it's best to contain the fury within.
As one such eruption fell back into the pool, within its wake; formed a single rocky pillar. Slowly the magma cascaded off the new formation revealing something more within the cavern. There seemingly clinging to for life was the dwarven form of Draco. His eyes burned with the magma that surrounded him as he looked upon the wanted destruction; the top of his roost in one hand, a single scale from Vanexia clenched tightly in the other. As far as the dwarf knew it was all that remained of the female dragon.
Draco pulled himself onto the plateau and gazed around the collapsed cavern reflecting on the most recent events. The main entrance they had come in on had collapsed and been sealed from the heat of the magma. There was no way he was leaving this place the same way he had come in. Draco almost didn't want to. he had failed his flight, failed Sir Bowen allowing the still maddening whispers to overtake him. What's more he allowed himself to be derailed in his mission to save the old one from her captures.
The Magma covered dwarf looked once more at the scale he held tightly to. "Vanexia, your siblings will not be happy when they learn of your fate. It is just as likely that they already know what befell here. So then, that only leaves one question... To aid my once allies against our kin or... doom the old one and your mother to her own fate by choosing to side with what little of our flight remains alive on Azeroth?"
Draco knew he would no get an actual answer as it was up to him. He could remain trapped in this cavern for the remainder of his days leaving the others to their own destructive ends. Or he could help them along.
Twenty-four hours had past since the adventurers had visited Onyxia's lair and dealt a blow to what remained of the black Dragonflight. The boiling magma that remained within the base of the cavern collapsing it had finally settled as they awoke from their restful sleep and made their way into the desert. All was not as it seemed however as something bubbled just under the surface as the wayward travelers had reached the gates of Gadgetzan...
The earth beneath the southern swamplands shifted and rumbled once again as the settled magma pool churned and boiled as if to erupt from it's holding chamber. Intent on burning all in its path leaving little but ash and glass in its wake. The magma continued to become more violent as pillars of the molten earth shot towards the roof of the chamber as gravity did it's best to contain the fury within.
As one such eruption fell back into the pool, within its wake; formed a single rocky pillar. Slowly the magma cascaded off the new formation revealing something more within the cavern. There seemingly clinging to for life was the dwarven form of Draco. His eyes burned with the magma that surrounded him as he looked upon the wanted destruction; the top of his roost in one hand, a single scale from Vanexia clenched tightly in the other. As far as the dwarf knew it was all that remained of the female dragon.
Draco pulled himself onto the plateau and gazed around the collapsed cavern reflecting on the most recent events. The main entrance they had come in on had collapsed and been sealed from the heat of the magma. There was no way he was leaving this place the same way he had come in. Draco almost didn't want to. he had failed his flight, failed Sir Bowen allowing the still maddening whispers to overtake him. What's more he allowed himself to be derailed in his mission to save the old one from her captures.
The Magma covered dwarf looked once more at the scale he held tightly to. "Vanexia, your siblings will not be happy when they learn of your fate. It is just as likely that they already know what befell here. So then, that only leaves one question... To aid my once allies against our kin or... doom the old one and your mother to her own fate by choosing to side with what little of our flight remains alive on Azeroth?"
Draco knew he would no get an actual answer as it was up to him. He could remain trapped in this cavern for the remainder of his days leaving the others to their own destructive ends. Or he could help them along.
- Brave Baine Bloodhoof -
The Earthmother smiled on their little band as the night came and went seemingly without incident. Baine awoke the next morning to see that his fire pit managed to sustain everyone though the night and was nearly spent. Taking some of the local soil the tauren used it to snuff out what remained of their campfire saying a blessing in Taurahee to the Earthmother giving her thanks as the final embers gave way to the dry dirt.
Baine looked to the North as a thought crossed his mind. That black dragon spoke of her siblings in her final moments. It was strange they had not retaliated in the night. Though that was when the Tauren noticed it was not only Draco their band seemed to be missing but the male druid as well. Maybe the night was not as uneventful as everyone may have thought.
Packing up what remained of his gear, Baine mounted his trusted Raptor and followed behind Kersia as they made their way south and onto Gadgetzan. âI donât care what you do. At this point, we know where the dragons are. You have the night in the city to unwind. Meet at these gates as the sun rises. Iâll head to the inn and pay for rooms for all, and open a tab. Feel free to use it, Iâll close it in the morning. If you decide your life is worth more than this venture and decide to stay here or head home, I will not judge you. However, thank you all for coming this far, and if you decide to remain, thank you for seeing it through.â
Baine nodded to the Pandaren woman in return as he continued to follow her to the inn. Excitement would have to wait, he and his companions needed fresh water and a proper meal. Baine tied his raptor outside as he ventured into the Goblin establishment.
The Earthmother smiled on their little band as the night came and went seemingly without incident. Baine awoke the next morning to see that his fire pit managed to sustain everyone though the night and was nearly spent. Taking some of the local soil the tauren used it to snuff out what remained of their campfire saying a blessing in Taurahee to the Earthmother giving her thanks as the final embers gave way to the dry dirt.
Baine looked to the North as a thought crossed his mind. That black dragon spoke of her siblings in her final moments. It was strange they had not retaliated in the night. Though that was when the Tauren noticed it was not only Draco their band seemed to be missing but the male druid as well. Maybe the night was not as uneventful as everyone may have thought.
Packing up what remained of his gear, Baine mounted his trusted Raptor and followed behind Kersia as they made their way south and onto Gadgetzan. âI donât care what you do. At this point, we know where the dragons are. You have the night in the city to unwind. Meet at these gates as the sun rises. Iâll head to the inn and pay for rooms for all, and open a tab. Feel free to use it, Iâll close it in the morning. If you decide your life is worth more than this venture and decide to stay here or head home, I will not judge you. However, thank you all for coming this far, and if you decide to remain, thank you for seeing it through.â
Baine nodded to the Pandaren woman in return as he continued to follow her to the inn. Excitement would have to wait, he and his companions needed fresh water and a proper meal. Baine tied his raptor outside as he ventured into the Goblin establishment.
Time passed in a blur for Morician after the battle, though thankfully everyone had managed to survive relatively unscathed. Most of his time was spent trailing silently behind the others, guarding the rear while tending to his injuries and trying to sort out the mental fog recent events had brought about. This was supposed to have been a simple rescue mission--beat the snot out of some bandits and free the woman they held captive. As it turned out, his employer was really a blue dragon, working with other dragons to save a supposedly uncorrupted black from deranged members of the flight. It certainly wasn't the kind of work he had envisioned himself ever doing, though he was in much too deep to back out now.
Thankfully, the next several hours were peaceful, giving him time to rest and tend to his wounded side. Flesh and bone was easy enough to mend without too much strain, especially with the bit of power absorbed from the altercation with Draco. However, there wasn't much to be done for his armor, save to suffer mild discomfort from the dent until it could be properly repaired. The chance to do so came sooner than expected as they arrived at Gadgetzan.
He listened solemnly to her words, stony expression shrouded by his hood and betraying little of the thoughts lurking in his mind. Not one to waste time, he urged his charger further into town, seeking out a blacksmith for repairs.
Thankfully, the next several hours were peaceful, giving him time to rest and tend to his wounded side. Flesh and bone was easy enough to mend without too much strain, especially with the bit of power absorbed from the altercation with Draco. However, there wasn't much to be done for his armor, save to suffer mild discomfort from the dent until it could be properly repaired. The chance to do so came sooner than expected as they arrived at Gadgetzan.
04/02/2018 01:01 AMPosted by KersiaThe sky had begun to shift from blue to orange when they finally reached the gates of Gadgetzan. Kersia turned her talbuk to face the group before they entered.
âI donât care what you do. At this point, we know where the dragons are. You have the night in the city to unwind. Meet at these gates as the sun rises. Iâll head to the inn and pay for rooms for all, and open a tab. Feel free to use it, Iâll close it in the morning. If you decide your life is worth more than this venture and decide to stay here or head home, I will not judge you. However, thank you all for coming this far, and if you decide to remain, thank you for seeing it through.â Kersia nodded at the group before making her way to the inn.
He listened solemnly to her words, stony expression shrouded by his hood and betraying little of the thoughts lurking in his mind. Not one to waste time, he urged his charger further into town, seeking out a blacksmith for repairs.
Vynianyx awoke on the back of her hippogryph as they entered Gadgetzan. Kersia gave them the evening to themselves, and the group was already dispersing. She glanced around, and noticed some members were missing. Torin and Draco. She thought they would have caught back up by now. She had realized they were gone when they reached the camp the night before, but it really didnât cross her mind fully until now.
Vyn scowled as she lead Illuria towards the tavern. Did they perish in the caverns? Did they decide this wasnât worth it? Wasnât Draco acting funny at the end? Vynianyx stabled Illuria with her mind on those thoughts. She couldnât afford to dwell on them however, so she resolved to just hope for the best.
Vyn entered the tavern, still feeling as if she never napped. Trying to sleep on Illuria two days in a row was not very restful. She got a hot cocoa to take up to her room and turned in for the night. She didnât even have the energy to record the past few days in her journal. After she finished off her drink, Vynianyx collapsed into her bed, slipping off into sleep.
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Sylstyx nodded as Kersia spoke of giving them the night free. She let herself relax after the unsettling trip thus far. The draenei made her way into the markets of the town after dropping her horse off at the town stables. She managed to pick up some supplies to refill her totems, as well as a few useful potions.
Sylstyx skipped the tavern and went straight to her room in the inn. She set to work within, carving new elemental totems and infusing them with elemental magic. She worked on them for a few hours before drifting off into sleep.
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As the group dispersed into the goblin city, Kersia made her way towards the markets. Sylstyx was also heading in that direction, but for an entirely different reason. Kersia found markets to be more than exchanges of goods. They were often a hub of information, sometimes more than taverns. Though she already had a good idea where the dragons were located, information was always useful.
After spending an hour or so observing as the evening markets started to wind down, Kersia learned of a few interesting rumors. One was of the people missing in Dustwallow. A few others spoke of people vanishing in the desert. Could just be lost souls, could have been taken in by the cult. Some people spoke of seeing black dragons flying in the skies, though those were blown off as mirages.
Happy with her fill of rumors, Kersia decided to turn in for the night.
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Within the tavern there were two rather boisterous merchant looking humans. They were drinking at the bar, clearly inebriated. âOi, lad, I swear I saw the strangest thing this time with out there.â The blonde haired human spoke.
âPlease, Caln. You always have tales. Whatâll it be this time? Dragons again?â The brown haired man quaffed.
âNo no not this time Hugh! I saw a man!â
âA man! Oh gee what a spectacle compared to yer black dragons!â Hugh laughed, his boisterous voice ringing out.
âThis was an odd man! I think a ghost!â Caln seemed joyfully offended. âElf man, green haired with bandages âcross his head! I called out to him but he never responded!â
âBah! Ghosts have no color, ya fool. What it be the desert heat messin with your eyes!â Hugh slapped his belly as if to enforce his statement. âYe were sun drunk! Yer always sun drunk!â
âYou always say that!â Caln laughed, âBut youâre always drunk drunk!â
The two men laughed before standing up and paying their bill.
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Kersia awoke to the sun just starting to peek out over the horizons. She stretched and gathered her things. Satisfied, she made her way downstairs and closed out her tab, paying extra incase anyone awoke and wanted food. Kersia, herself, sipped on tea before she made her way back to the towns entrance.
Vynianyx was already there, writing in her journal atop Illuriaâs back. She smiled at Kersia as the pandaren approached. âGood morning.â
Kersia nodded in response, before turning back towards the town. She waited for the group to reconvene before talking. âHopefully you all got some rest and enjoyed a good meal and a warm bed. Dunno when we will get such luxuries again.â She chuckled lightly before turning her talbuk to lead the group out of town. âAssuming you have all finished business, I am eager to see this venture over. I can confirm the dragons are in this area. The people chaulk sightings up to mirages, but we know better. And there are missing persons just thought to have perished in the desert heat.â She smiled, âThough we seem to have some missing persons ourselves. Hopefully they have not fallen prey to our opponents, but we cannot waste much more time worrying about them.â She turned with the intention to lead the group to the west, out of the city.
Vyn scowled as she lead Illuria towards the tavern. Did they perish in the caverns? Did they decide this wasnât worth it? Wasnât Draco acting funny at the end? Vynianyx stabled Illuria with her mind on those thoughts. She couldnât afford to dwell on them however, so she resolved to just hope for the best.
Vyn entered the tavern, still feeling as if she never napped. Trying to sleep on Illuria two days in a row was not very restful. She got a hot cocoa to take up to her room and turned in for the night. She didnât even have the energy to record the past few days in her journal. After she finished off her drink, Vynianyx collapsed into her bed, slipping off into sleep.
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Sylstyx nodded as Kersia spoke of giving them the night free. She let herself relax after the unsettling trip thus far. The draenei made her way into the markets of the town after dropping her horse off at the town stables. She managed to pick up some supplies to refill her totems, as well as a few useful potions.
Sylstyx skipped the tavern and went straight to her room in the inn. She set to work within, carving new elemental totems and infusing them with elemental magic. She worked on them for a few hours before drifting off into sleep.
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As the group dispersed into the goblin city, Kersia made her way towards the markets. Sylstyx was also heading in that direction, but for an entirely different reason. Kersia found markets to be more than exchanges of goods. They were often a hub of information, sometimes more than taverns. Though she already had a good idea where the dragons were located, information was always useful.
After spending an hour or so observing as the evening markets started to wind down, Kersia learned of a few interesting rumors. One was of the people missing in Dustwallow. A few others spoke of people vanishing in the desert. Could just be lost souls, could have been taken in by the cult. Some people spoke of seeing black dragons flying in the skies, though those were blown off as mirages.
Happy with her fill of rumors, Kersia decided to turn in for the night.
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Within the tavern there were two rather boisterous merchant looking humans. They were drinking at the bar, clearly inebriated. âOi, lad, I swear I saw the strangest thing this time with out there.â The blonde haired human spoke.
âPlease, Caln. You always have tales. Whatâll it be this time? Dragons again?â The brown haired man quaffed.
âNo no not this time Hugh! I saw a man!â
âA man! Oh gee what a spectacle compared to yer black dragons!â Hugh laughed, his boisterous voice ringing out.
âThis was an odd man! I think a ghost!â Caln seemed joyfully offended. âElf man, green haired with bandages âcross his head! I called out to him but he never responded!â
âBah! Ghosts have no color, ya fool. What it be the desert heat messin with your eyes!â Hugh slapped his belly as if to enforce his statement. âYe were sun drunk! Yer always sun drunk!â
âYou always say that!â Caln laughed, âBut youâre always drunk drunk!â
The two men laughed before standing up and paying their bill.
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Kersia awoke to the sun just starting to peek out over the horizons. She stretched and gathered her things. Satisfied, she made her way downstairs and closed out her tab, paying extra incase anyone awoke and wanted food. Kersia, herself, sipped on tea before she made her way back to the towns entrance.
Vynianyx was already there, writing in her journal atop Illuriaâs back. She smiled at Kersia as the pandaren approached. âGood morning.â
Kersia nodded in response, before turning back towards the town. She waited for the group to reconvene before talking. âHopefully you all got some rest and enjoyed a good meal and a warm bed. Dunno when we will get such luxuries again.â She chuckled lightly before turning her talbuk to lead the group out of town. âAssuming you have all finished business, I am eager to see this venture over. I can confirm the dragons are in this area. The people chaulk sightings up to mirages, but we know better. And there are missing persons just thought to have perished in the desert heat.â She smiled, âThough we seem to have some missing persons ourselves. Hopefully they have not fallen prey to our opponents, but we cannot waste much more time worrying about them.â She turned with the intention to lead the group to the west, out of the city.
Richard had drained his cup over an hour ago. He just sat around holding it lost in his own thought as the tavern filtered its patrons coming and going back to their homes or towards their rooms up top.
His thoughts laid elsewhere, to things that had been troubling him as of late. It's quite possible he would've remained like that for a couple hours more had not someone else entered the bar. A familiar voice brought him back to reality. "You going to stop fondling that mug or are you going to bring it to bed with you?"
Richard looked startled and dropped his mug on the floor. "Eh, what." Richard rubbed his eyes and then focused on the person sitting across from him. Bright, beady yellow eyes and dark purple skin sat before him. It was a night elf dressed in red leather brandishing a bright yellow feather in his hat. "Ferroden, it can't be."
Ferroden Silverrarow, mercenary who owned his own ship. Richard had traveled with him about four years ago and although they kept contact through letters they hadn't seen much of each other aside from the occasional meeting here and there.
"So it can, old friend. We landed in the port of Gadgetzan about half an hour ago. What are you doing out here? I hope not getting into more trouble, are you." He grinned at Richard.
"Oh, you know me well. I apparently love trouble. Dealing with a cult and a missing person." Richard then took the time to tell him the truth of the matter and how he happened to be here.
"A dragon cult you say?" Ferroden frowned. "Doesn't sound like the friendliest of places for a fellow like yourself to be, I'd offer help but we're only docked for the night to resupply. On a bit of a mission myself."
"Ah, yeah we'll be fine though. Well, they'll be fine. I'm a quick runner though, so if things go south keep running until I'm burnt to a crisp and try to run after that right." He laughed.
"Oh yeah, I definitely remember your speed. Always were a quick one on your feet, you and your cat." His eyes twinkled as if he was remembering some positive memories.
"Heh, yeah. Speaking of companions where in the world is that goblin of yours. He's usually by your side." Richard said.
"Oh, dear. I think that panther of yours got him entranced. He always favored the panther. He's probably still out there with her now. Come on, let's go see." Ferroden said, rising from the table.
Richard nodded and followed the elf outside. Sure enough he was still with the panther although it didn't quite seem entirely his choice. She was laying on top of his legs. "Alright Syn, you can get off him now." Richard said. The panther obliged sliding off the goblin. He began to rub his legs.
"Don't think I can even feel them anymore." He grumbled as Ferroden helped him to his feet. "Oh, thanks captain."
"Dimwoody, I've seen you take on ogres five times your size and here you are trapped under a panther." Ferroden jest.
Dimwoody grinned. "Didn't want to disturb her sir." He opened his mouth as if he was going to say something else but stopped and seemed to look behind Richard. A big, burly orc was dashing towards them.
"RICHAAAAAAAAAAARD." The orc scooped Richard up in his arms and gave him a big hug. "How you been, you little bag of bones." The orc said, still holding him.
"Pretty well Gornak." Richard breathed. "But I won't be if you keep holding me like this."
"Oh, yeah." The orc put Richard down and the clapped him on the shoulder. "It's been ages and you still haven't put on any weight. Have you been eating well! Did you remember to eat more meat!?"
"Yes, yes. I'm fine just as I am, thank you." He said to the orc.
Gornak shook his head. "You need arms like mine if you're going to survive out in the world." He then turned around and flexed, as if posturing for some unknown audience.
"Alright, alright. Enough with this talk." Ferroden said, looking towards Gornak who was still flexing. "I hope you got everything we needed."
"Huh?" The orc grunted and stopped what he was doing. "Oh, yeah! I dropped the crates on the ground over there. Don't worry, Etoriss is beside them still." He gestured towards the half-human, half dwarf with bright red hair and fuming red eyes.
"YE BIG LOUT!" She said walking over. "YE DROPPED EM ON ME FOOT!" She hit him over the head with her shield. The orc screamed out in pain and rubbed his temples.
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His thoughts laid elsewhere, to things that had been troubling him as of late. It's quite possible he would've remained like that for a couple hours more had not someone else entered the bar. A familiar voice brought him back to reality. "You going to stop fondling that mug or are you going to bring it to bed with you?"
Richard looked startled and dropped his mug on the floor. "Eh, what." Richard rubbed his eyes and then focused on the person sitting across from him. Bright, beady yellow eyes and dark purple skin sat before him. It was a night elf dressed in red leather brandishing a bright yellow feather in his hat. "Ferroden, it can't be."
Ferroden Silverrarow, mercenary who owned his own ship. Richard had traveled with him about four years ago and although they kept contact through letters they hadn't seen much of each other aside from the occasional meeting here and there.
"So it can, old friend. We landed in the port of Gadgetzan about half an hour ago. What are you doing out here? I hope not getting into more trouble, are you." He grinned at Richard.
"Oh, you know me well. I apparently love trouble. Dealing with a cult and a missing person." Richard then took the time to tell him the truth of the matter and how he happened to be here.
"A dragon cult you say?" Ferroden frowned. "Doesn't sound like the friendliest of places for a fellow like yourself to be, I'd offer help but we're only docked for the night to resupply. On a bit of a mission myself."
"Ah, yeah we'll be fine though. Well, they'll be fine. I'm a quick runner though, so if things go south keep running until I'm burnt to a crisp and try to run after that right." He laughed.
"Oh yeah, I definitely remember your speed. Always were a quick one on your feet, you and your cat." His eyes twinkled as if he was remembering some positive memories.
"Heh, yeah. Speaking of companions where in the world is that goblin of yours. He's usually by your side." Richard said.
"Oh, dear. I think that panther of yours got him entranced. He always favored the panther. He's probably still out there with her now. Come on, let's go see." Ferroden said, rising from the table.
Richard nodded and followed the elf outside. Sure enough he was still with the panther although it didn't quite seem entirely his choice. She was laying on top of his legs. "Alright Syn, you can get off him now." Richard said. The panther obliged sliding off the goblin. He began to rub his legs.
"Don't think I can even feel them anymore." He grumbled as Ferroden helped him to his feet. "Oh, thanks captain."
"Dimwoody, I've seen you take on ogres five times your size and here you are trapped under a panther." Ferroden jest.
Dimwoody grinned. "Didn't want to disturb her sir." He opened his mouth as if he was going to say something else but stopped and seemed to look behind Richard. A big, burly orc was dashing towards them.
"RICHAAAAAAAAAAARD." The orc scooped Richard up in his arms and gave him a big hug. "How you been, you little bag of bones." The orc said, still holding him.
"Pretty well Gornak." Richard breathed. "But I won't be if you keep holding me like this."
"Oh, yeah." The orc put Richard down and the clapped him on the shoulder. "It's been ages and you still haven't put on any weight. Have you been eating well! Did you remember to eat more meat!?"
"Yes, yes. I'm fine just as I am, thank you." He said to the orc.
Gornak shook his head. "You need arms like mine if you're going to survive out in the world." He then turned around and flexed, as if posturing for some unknown audience.
"Alright, alright. Enough with this talk." Ferroden said, looking towards Gornak who was still flexing. "I hope you got everything we needed."
"Huh?" The orc grunted and stopped what he was doing. "Oh, yeah! I dropped the crates on the ground over there. Don't worry, Etoriss is beside them still." He gestured towards the half-human, half dwarf with bright red hair and fuming red eyes.
"YE BIG LOUT!" She said walking over. "YE DROPPED EM ON ME FOOT!" She hit him over the head with her shield. The orc screamed out in pain and rubbed his temples.
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"Okay, sorry." Gornak said. "But you didn't need to hit me for it."
The half-dwarf let out a huff and then turned to Richard. "An' how ye been?"
"Pretty good I suppose." Richard said.
"He's off hunting dragons." Ferroden said.
"Oh, are ye. Well ye better get back in one piece cause ye still owe me that hundred gold pieces. An' if yer in pieces yerself then I'll just take yer panther here an' sell her. She might be worth a bit." She said to him, gesturing to the panther.
Synthara perked up, recognizing the half-dwarf had been talking about her. "Don't worry, she's only kidding." Richard said to Synthara, hoping indeed she was kidding. Etoriss had a bit of a temper last he'd seen of her and clearly she still had some of that left in her. Richard had all but forgotten his debt to the half-dwarf." Oh..yeah. I'll get it to you somehow when I meet you next."
He turned to Ferroden. "Speaking of which, where are you lot headed off too now. You never told me."
"There's a troublesome group of trolls that have moved into Feralas. We're headed there to clear them off for our employers." Ferroden said. "Remnants of some tribe that history has forgot. They swore revenge and all that."
"Ah, sounds a lot less dangerous than what I'll be dealing with in the near future." He then glanced at Synthara. "Speaking of which, I don't suppose I could trouble you for a favor could I? Synthara isn't quite equipped for this. Do you think you could take her in until I return?" He asked earnestly.
"Boss, I can keep an eye on her." Dimwoody piped up.
"So this is indeed pretty serious then. Yeah, We'll be back in Gadgetzan in a few weeks time. If you're able to be here then we can meet back up." The elf nodded at Richard.
"You can count on that, thanks." Richard said before turning to Synthara. "Alright girl this is where we part ways. I know you like Dimwoody, He's gonna take care of you for a few weeks." The panther pawed at the ground, sensing something was up.
"Don't be like that. I'll be back for you before you know it." He pet Synthara on her head and hugged her. He then ushered her over towards Dimwoody, not without a bit of protest from Synthara.
"It's okay little cat, I will feed you meat to make you strong!" Gornak crouched down beside her.
"Please, don't overfeed her. She's already got a little bit of flab still left on her belly. We've been having a quiet life these past few years, save of course what adventure we're on now." Richard said.
"Bah. You can never have too much meat." Gornak said.
"Don't worry, she'll be fine." Ferroden said. "Listen, you make sure you come back to me. We've got a lot of catching up to do." He smiled at Richard.
"Yeah, definitely." Richard nodded and watched as they led Synthara away back to their ship with them. "She'll be fine." He said to himself. What he said was true, he'd trust them with his life and Synthara could hold her own decently enough despite her advancing age. Still he was going to miss her on this leg of the journey.
"She'll be fine....but will I be." True the road was dangerous ahead. However Richard was a man of his word and he said he'd do whatever it takes to bring this missing female back and he was ready to go into hell itself to do so.
He brought himself upstairs and landed on his bed, falling fast asleep until morning had come. He rose up from his slumber afterwards, rubbing his eyes. After gathering Swiftwind, a quick bite to eat, and a few supplies from shops just opening up he made his way towards the gate where once more the female dragon in disguise was waiting. He wondered how much she sleeps considering she always seems to be at the ready, along with her companions.
"Ready to depart when you all are." He said to them.
The half-dwarf let out a huff and then turned to Richard. "An' how ye been?"
"Pretty good I suppose." Richard said.
"He's off hunting dragons." Ferroden said.
"Oh, are ye. Well ye better get back in one piece cause ye still owe me that hundred gold pieces. An' if yer in pieces yerself then I'll just take yer panther here an' sell her. She might be worth a bit." She said to him, gesturing to the panther.
Synthara perked up, recognizing the half-dwarf had been talking about her. "Don't worry, she's only kidding." Richard said to Synthara, hoping indeed she was kidding. Etoriss had a bit of a temper last he'd seen of her and clearly she still had some of that left in her. Richard had all but forgotten his debt to the half-dwarf." Oh..yeah. I'll get it to you somehow when I meet you next."
He turned to Ferroden. "Speaking of which, where are you lot headed off too now. You never told me."
"There's a troublesome group of trolls that have moved into Feralas. We're headed there to clear them off for our employers." Ferroden said. "Remnants of some tribe that history has forgot. They swore revenge and all that."
"Ah, sounds a lot less dangerous than what I'll be dealing with in the near future." He then glanced at Synthara. "Speaking of which, I don't suppose I could trouble you for a favor could I? Synthara isn't quite equipped for this. Do you think you could take her in until I return?" He asked earnestly.
"Boss, I can keep an eye on her." Dimwoody piped up.
"So this is indeed pretty serious then. Yeah, We'll be back in Gadgetzan in a few weeks time. If you're able to be here then we can meet back up." The elf nodded at Richard.
"You can count on that, thanks." Richard said before turning to Synthara. "Alright girl this is where we part ways. I know you like Dimwoody, He's gonna take care of you for a few weeks." The panther pawed at the ground, sensing something was up.
"Don't be like that. I'll be back for you before you know it." He pet Synthara on her head and hugged her. He then ushered her over towards Dimwoody, not without a bit of protest from Synthara.
"It's okay little cat, I will feed you meat to make you strong!" Gornak crouched down beside her.
"Please, don't overfeed her. She's already got a little bit of flab still left on her belly. We've been having a quiet life these past few years, save of course what adventure we're on now." Richard said.
"Bah. You can never have too much meat." Gornak said.
"Don't worry, she'll be fine." Ferroden said. "Listen, you make sure you come back to me. We've got a lot of catching up to do." He smiled at Richard.
"Yeah, definitely." Richard nodded and watched as they led Synthara away back to their ship with them. "She'll be fine." He said to himself. What he said was true, he'd trust them with his life and Synthara could hold her own decently enough despite her advancing age. Still he was going to miss her on this leg of the journey.
"She'll be fine....but will I be." True the road was dangerous ahead. However Richard was a man of his word and he said he'd do whatever it takes to bring this missing female back and he was ready to go into hell itself to do so.
He brought himself upstairs and landed on his bed, falling fast asleep until morning had come. He rose up from his slumber afterwards, rubbing his eyes. After gathering Swiftwind, a quick bite to eat, and a few supplies from shops just opening up he made his way towards the gate where once more the female dragon in disguise was waiting. He wondered how much she sleeps considering she always seems to be at the ready, along with her companions.
"Ready to depart when you all are." He said to them.
As a new day dawned Kora was thankful that her mount wouldn't disperse without her say so, which usually meant dismounting. She was slightly embarassed for having slept in such an undignified manner, but none of the others seemed to have noticed. She was not looking forward to their next destination, Gadgetzan was ruled by goblins, which were the one race she did not really care for. Besides that it took them very close to Nozdormu's territory and Kora wasn't the biggest fan of the Bronze Aspect. Not that he was a bad guy, but he tended to talk to you in so many different tenses that it could get confusing.
As they arrived in Gadgetzan, Kora decided she should stay out of the way and as far away from the goblins as she could get. She set up her portable cabin, to await the time to depart.
As they arrived in Gadgetzan, Kora decided she should stay out of the way and as far away from the goblins as she could get. She set up her portable cabin, to await the time to depart.
Kersia nodded as Richard voiced his readiness. She noticed he was lacking in the pet department, but let it go. It seemed he could handle himself without the cat anyway. Next was Kora. Kersia had noted the night before that the red opted to camp outside of the goblin town. As she lead the group from the city gates, she stopped by Koraâs cabin door and gave a few knocks, indicating it was time to go.
âKora, we are departing to the west.â Kersia didnât pause for an answer. With the way their numbers were going, she half expected Kora not not emurge and she didnât want to spend much time waiting.
Kersia motioned for the others to follow her as she began her way to the west. The sun was just peeking up over the horizons, but the temperature of the desert was already on the rise. Kersia felt herself panting more and more by the hour, a rather undignified temperature control device. Still, she stuck to her form and refused to use her magic to cool herself. Now was not the time to waste resources.
The sun was peaking in the sky as Kersia made her way down a sand dune. The sand made travel arduous but her talbuk adapted well. Kersia scanned the path ahead, the sand wavy in the baking sunlight. A figure stood ahead, leaned against a large scythe. Kersia blinked. She read the energy of the area to make sure he wasnât a mirage. He had a mana signature.
Kersia continued her path, which lead right towards him. She kept her guard up, ready for confrontation. As she approached, she recognized the man from before.
Vanzerion.
âKora, we are departing to the west.â Kersia didnât pause for an answer. With the way their numbers were going, she half expected Kora not not emurge and she didnât want to spend much time waiting.
Kersia motioned for the others to follow her as she began her way to the west. The sun was just peeking up over the horizons, but the temperature of the desert was already on the rise. Kersia felt herself panting more and more by the hour, a rather undignified temperature control device. Still, she stuck to her form and refused to use her magic to cool herself. Now was not the time to waste resources.
The sun was peaking in the sky as Kersia made her way down a sand dune. The sand made travel arduous but her talbuk adapted well. Kersia scanned the path ahead, the sand wavy in the baking sunlight. A figure stood ahead, leaned against a large scythe. Kersia blinked. She read the energy of the area to make sure he wasnât a mirage. He had a mana signature.
Kersia continued her path, which lead right towards him. She kept her guard up, ready for confrontation. As she approached, she recognized the man from before.
Vanzerion.
Richard followed the group silently, the heat of the desert was quite an annoyance, but nothing they couldn't handle. He was about to say something when Kerisa had put her guard up. Clearly she spotted something he hadn't yet.
Turned out it was that fellow from before. "Oh, great. This one again..."
Turned out it was that fellow from before. "Oh, great. This one again..."
- Brave Baine Bloodhoof -
A Goblin started banging on the door to Baine's room yelling at the top of his tiny lungs, "Hey Big Guy get your flea ridden butt up! We need this room for paying patrons for which you no longer are. That Pandaren Woman closed your account over an hour ago! HEY TAUREN! You better be dead in there or so HELP ME!!!"
"Oh what is that horrible Racket?" Baine woke up groggy and not as well rested as he'd hoped from sleeping in a "real bed". Waking up from the screeching goblin was bad enough, but when he shot out of bed Baine hit his head on the ceiling. "ouch." The large Tauren murmured as he rubbed the sore spot on his head. Looking around his rented room Baine realized he must have overslept. He started getting dressed in his armor as quickly as he could as the Goblin continued to bang on the door.
By the time Baine fastened the final strap on his armor the goblin finally broke the door down. "Listen here! We don't support squatters in this join and your filthy animals are making a mess Down stairs!" Baine simply looked down at the smaller goblin as he reached up to poke the Tauren in the chest trying to assert some dominance. Baine for his part was relatively unimpressed. He had bigger things on his mind at that moment as he grabbed his quiver of arrows, his bow and moved towards the door.
"It is fine, I am leaving." He said as calmly as possible as we walked past the goblin and proceeded outside the establishment. His concerns seemed to have been realized as he saw no sign of the other travelers. "Looks like we are behind. Maybe they have not gotten too far ahead of us." He said to his Raptor as he tightened the saddle and mounted. Looking over to his large avian he signaled for the bird to scout the skies to find any trace of their group. At the very minimal it could give him a proper heading...
A Goblin started banging on the door to Baine's room yelling at the top of his tiny lungs, "Hey Big Guy get your flea ridden butt up! We need this room for paying patrons for which you no longer are. That Pandaren Woman closed your account over an hour ago! HEY TAUREN! You better be dead in there or so HELP ME!!!"
"Oh what is that horrible Racket?" Baine woke up groggy and not as well rested as he'd hoped from sleeping in a "real bed". Waking up from the screeching goblin was bad enough, but when he shot out of bed Baine hit his head on the ceiling. "ouch." The large Tauren murmured as he rubbed the sore spot on his head. Looking around his rented room Baine realized he must have overslept. He started getting dressed in his armor as quickly as he could as the Goblin continued to bang on the door.
By the time Baine fastened the final strap on his armor the goblin finally broke the door down. "Listen here! We don't support squatters in this join and your filthy animals are making a mess Down stairs!" Baine simply looked down at the smaller goblin as he reached up to poke the Tauren in the chest trying to assert some dominance. Baine for his part was relatively unimpressed. He had bigger things on his mind at that moment as he grabbed his quiver of arrows, his bow and moved towards the door.
"It is fine, I am leaving." He said as calmly as possible as we walked past the goblin and proceeded outside the establishment. His concerns seemed to have been realized as he saw no sign of the other travelers. "Looks like we are behind. Maybe they have not gotten too far ahead of us." He said to his Raptor as he tightened the saddle and mounted. Looking over to his large avian he signaled for the bird to scout the skies to find any trace of their group. At the very minimal it could give him a proper heading...
As the knock came and Kora was told they were leaving she dismissed her cabin and resummoned her spectral mount. She mounted up and trotted to catch up to the others, "Do we have any kind of a plan? If it were just one I think we could combine our powers and defeat them, but with two black dragons still standing between us and Mortre... I don't know." Looking at the silver lining at least Kora would have no reservations about ripping out the hearts of Vanexia's brothers.
They had been heading back towards the groups main hideout when Torin and friends came across the most peculiar sight. Another group was ahead of them, and ahead of that group stood a figure with a scythe. Vanzerion. Torin looked to Sanah who said "Don't worry you're with us." Torin nodded. Something about the other group looked formiliar, but he could not place his finger on it.
Kaji stepped a little closer to Vanzerion than the others did. Torin stood beside Sanah, he was her protector, he had sworn to the Green aspect herself that he would guard her. His hand hovered close to his blade as Kaji spoke. "Well Sire, find us some new friends did you?" She smirked as she looked the other group over, they looked half dead from heat stroke.
Karkon held his ax in hand ready to cleave some skulls if the need arose. It was rather unexpected to run into anyone way out here in the desert so they knew it was not mere chance.
Kaji stepped a little closer to Vanzerion than the others did. Torin stood beside Sanah, he was her protector, he had sworn to the Green aspect herself that he would guard her. His hand hovered close to his blade as Kaji spoke. "Well Sire, find us some new friends did you?" She smirked as she looked the other group over, they looked half dead from heat stroke.
Karkon held his ax in hand ready to cleave some skulls if the need arose. It was rather unexpected to run into anyone way out here in the desert so they knew it was not mere chance.
Vanzerion glanced up as Kersia's group approached. He smirked. Vanexia's killers had arrived. He would get his vengeance. It wasn't about mortals or Vinarion's plans. It was personal.
"Well Sire, find us some new friends did you?"
Vanzerion looked over. A group of the cult, including one of his brood, approached. He grinned, his eyes wild with bloodlust.
"They aRE thE oNEs!" He spoke to his kin while pointing at the group. "KILLED VaneXIA! DEad! sisTEr iS DeAD!" Vanzer twitched slightly before breaking out into laughter. "PAy thEY WILL!"
"Well Sire, find us some new friends did you?"
Vanzerion looked over. A group of the cult, including one of his brood, approached. He grinned, his eyes wild with bloodlust.
"They aRE thE oNEs!" He spoke to his kin while pointing at the group. "KILLED VaneXIA! DEad! sisTEr iS DeAD!" Vanzer twitched slightly before breaking out into laughter. "PAy thEY WILL!"
Kaji stood there stunned for a good minute. "Mother is... dead? No... NO!!!" She roared out, collapsing to her hands and knees. Her fingers became claws as she grew in size. Majestic wings sprouted from her back as her skin changed into scales. A burning hate blazed from her eyes. While smaller than the others she was still a fully grown black dragon. She roared out in unbridled fury. The others in her group Torin included took a few steps away.
Sanah placed a hand on Torin's shoulder. "Let's hang back, I don't want us to get in the way. Would you please stand beside me?" Torin nodded and stood at her side, his sword drawn into a defensive position. Kaji's transformation took him by surprise. He should have expected it from her. Her temper alone should have let him know she was a black dragon.
"Arrogant mortal filth! BURN! BURN BURN!" Kajixia roared out as she unleashed a torrent of molten flames.They rolled over the sands towards the group leaving molten glass in their wake.
Sanah placed a hand on Torin's shoulder. "Let's hang back, I don't want us to get in the way. Would you please stand beside me?" Torin nodded and stood at her side, his sword drawn into a defensive position. Kaji's transformation took him by surprise. He should have expected it from her. Her temper alone should have let him know she was a black dragon.
"Arrogant mortal filth! BURN! BURN BURN!" Kajixia roared out as she unleashed a torrent of molten flames.They rolled over the sands towards the group leaving molten glass in their wake.
Kora caught up to Kersia as they traveled and inquired on a plan. Kersia scowled. âMortre was paranoid about something similar to this happening, though I donât think she was prepared for her own children to be the source. Worried it was a dragon of great power, she and I worked together to create a special spell stone. It works similar to her other stones, with the incantation engraved in a song only she can unlock. Except this one we have been pooling mana and resource into for quite some time. I finished carving the incantation only last night, so hopefully the spell works.â Kersia sighed. âIt should, anyway. The theory is sound. Itâll be enough to stop the leader of this cult, assuming we get Mortre free to cast it. The rest of this cult, including him;â Kersia motioned towards Vanzer before them, âwill have to be dealt with our own prowess.â
It was then that some other people seemed to approach Vanzer. He did not attack them, which bode ill. Allies of his. Suddenly one of them shouted and shifted into a dragon form. Young, fortunately, yet still dangerous. She began spewing lava towards Kersia and the others.
âBrace yourselves!â Kersia shouted as the lava came forth. She pooled her mana unleashed a barrier to protect them.
Vanzer cackled at Kajixiaâs response. He watched as she shifted and unleashed a torrent of fire at Kersiaâs group. Kersiaâs barrier shielded her allies from the lava and heat. She quickly dismounted her talbuk, and Vynianyx and Sylstyx quickly got off their own mounts. Sterixia remained, afraid and uncertain of what to do.
Vynianyx darted forward ahead of Kersia, her form melding into her fire saber form. There was no subterfuge in a wide open desert, and the cat had better footing in the sands. Vynianyx jumped off to the sides to avoid the hot glass forming from the desert sands. She jumped forward at Kajixia, aimed for the dragonâs right shoulder, with her titanium claws red from her own bodyâs molten heat.
Sylstyx began pulling water from the water tables deep beneath the desert. There was very little to work with in the desert landscape, but a tiny pocket of water formed in front of her. From there, Sylstyx wrapped a thin thread of the water around her right arm, for use in an emergency. For the present, however, she unclicked a healing totem from her totem bracelet and tossed it forwards, towards where she presumed most of the main fighting would take place, near Kajixia. She infused the totem with her mana, causing the device to swell in size and pulse with healing energy for her allies.
Kersia struggled with footing on the sands, and finally paused to slip off her boots. Her pandaren feet had better luck with the hot sand than the soles of her boots. Kersia enchanted her pawpads to whisk the heat to the side with a quick spell and continued forward.
âStop this madness,â Kersia called out to her foes. âPlease, just let us pass!â
Behind Kaji, Vanzerion laughed. âleT You PaSS!? tO Do wHAt!? kILl my BEloVEd bROthER, liKE yoU Did MY siSTer!?â Vanzerionâs voice rose and softened in erratic patterns, and his annunciations were unpredictable.
It was then that some other people seemed to approach Vanzer. He did not attack them, which bode ill. Allies of his. Suddenly one of them shouted and shifted into a dragon form. Young, fortunately, yet still dangerous. She began spewing lava towards Kersia and the others.
âBrace yourselves!â Kersia shouted as the lava came forth. She pooled her mana unleashed a barrier to protect them.
Vanzer cackled at Kajixiaâs response. He watched as she shifted and unleashed a torrent of fire at Kersiaâs group. Kersiaâs barrier shielded her allies from the lava and heat. She quickly dismounted her talbuk, and Vynianyx and Sylstyx quickly got off their own mounts. Sterixia remained, afraid and uncertain of what to do.
Vynianyx darted forward ahead of Kersia, her form melding into her fire saber form. There was no subterfuge in a wide open desert, and the cat had better footing in the sands. Vynianyx jumped off to the sides to avoid the hot glass forming from the desert sands. She jumped forward at Kajixia, aimed for the dragonâs right shoulder, with her titanium claws red from her own bodyâs molten heat.
Sylstyx began pulling water from the water tables deep beneath the desert. There was very little to work with in the desert landscape, but a tiny pocket of water formed in front of her. From there, Sylstyx wrapped a thin thread of the water around her right arm, for use in an emergency. For the present, however, she unclicked a healing totem from her totem bracelet and tossed it forwards, towards where she presumed most of the main fighting would take place, near Kajixia. She infused the totem with her mana, causing the device to swell in size and pulse with healing energy for her allies.
Kersia struggled with footing on the sands, and finally paused to slip off her boots. Her pandaren feet had better luck with the hot sand than the soles of her boots. Kersia enchanted her pawpads to whisk the heat to the side with a quick spell and continued forward.
âStop this madness,â Kersia called out to her foes. âPlease, just let us pass!â
Behind Kaji, Vanzerion laughed. âleT You PaSS!? tO Do wHAt!? kILl my BEloVEd bROthER, liKE yoU Did MY siSTer!?â Vanzerionâs voice rose and softened in erratic patterns, and his annunciations were unpredictable.
Kora listened to Kersia, "Not much of a plan, but at least it's something. If she were so worried about this though why in the world would she make it to where only she can unlock the stone's power?" She doubted her question would ever get answered as they were suddenly attacked, fortunately this dragon was young and her breath not nearly as vicious. But Kora wasn't paying attention to the young dragon her eyes had shifted to a very familiar man sitting on a rock nearby. She smirked, "Well if it isn't the Deathwing wannabe. Our fight got interrupted last time." Kora produced her magical sword and shield, "Do I have to taunt you some more? Tell you how much you remind me of Deathwing with the whole death gimmick? Or are you just going to sit there and cry about how you are nothing like Deathwing?"
It seemed one of the young dragons was easily brought to anger as their voice rang out in frustration before transforming themselves into their truest form. Richard braced himself as the fire splashed across the arcane barrier. It crackled and fizzed with energy as it deflected the dangerous element away from the group. The heat of the sand burned around them, but that was the least of their worries.
Kerisa attempted to reason with them with voice but Richard didn't think that would work and sure enough the erratic dragon confirmed his thoughts. "I'm afraid it sounds like diplomacy isn't an option here, my friend." He brandished his gun and let a shot ring out towards the face of dragon that had attacked them.
Kerisa attempted to reason with them with voice but Richard didn't think that would work and sure enough the erratic dragon confirmed his thoughts. "I'm afraid it sounds like diplomacy isn't an option here, my friend." He brandished his gun and let a shot ring out towards the face of dragon that had attacked them.
Vynianyx jumped off to the sides to avoid the hot glass forming from the desert sands. She jumped forward at Kajixia, aimed for the dragonâs right shoulder, with her titanium claws red from her own bodyâs molten heat.
Torin dashed and lept up to intercept, he swung his blade in a powerful arc, impacting with Vynianyx with under her front legs. The force of the impact would send the druid straight into the sand. "Surrender, I won't use the back of the blade if I must swing a second time." He said to Vynianyx. He looked towards the others and began to channel energy. Roots and vines started to erupt from the sands in an attempt to ensnare the group.
Kajixia roared in pain as the crude firearm skimmed her face, shredding several scales. Hot blood came from the wound. She looked at the human who would dare to attack her. She beat her wings as she took to the air, coming down towards him in an attempt to crush the mortal under her sheer mass.
Torin dashed and lept up to intercept, he swung his blade in a powerful arc, impacting with Vynianyx with under her front legs. The force of the impact would send the druid straight into the sand. "Surrender, I won't use the back of the blade if I must swing a second time." He said to Vynianyx. He looked towards the others and began to channel energy. Roots and vines started to erupt from the sands in an attempt to ensnare the group.
Kajixia roared in pain as the crude firearm skimmed her face, shredding several scales. Hot blood came from the wound. She looked at the human who would dare to attack her. She beat her wings as she took to the air, coming down towards him in an attempt to crush the mortal under her sheer mass.