As Wayrick tosses the drink back he hears two simultaneous thuds behind him. Before he can turn to check on them he feels the world spin around him for a moment before righting itself, though it remains slightly fuzzy.
Tor grins, "How're you feelin' Wayrick? Good to see you managed to hang on there, looks like your friends are lightweights. Oh, and since you didn't get a room we'll just put you up in the communal room for the night. That won't be a problem I assume?"
Tor doesn't wait for a reply as he walks out from behind the bar and tosses the two drunken adventurers over his shoulders.
"Sheila, help him to his bed if you would." Tor says to one of the barmaids as he carries the drunks to their rooms.
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Wayrick feels invigorated, healthier than he has felt in a long time. But he is rather sleepy, a bed does sound nice...
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[sblock=Stanimal/Battlebiscuit]From the moment Wayrick took his drink you felt as if you were falling backwards into blackness. The world you fell out of a receeding pinpoint of light above you. It feels as if you fell for hours through the blackness, whispering voices murmuring in languages you didn't understand. Some were harsh on your ears, as if gnome ears weren't made to understand them; others were soothing and almost made you forget the fall as they relaxed you.
After this blackness you feel a cold wind rushing around you and the world becomes light again. You find yourself standing on a mountain peak, high above the clouds, Azyra stretched out before you. Before you stands a massive dragon, his scaled head a mottled black and gray. Large horns curve forward, framing his reptilian face.
"Little Ones... I see you have found this place. This is good."
He plucks you up with a giant clawed hand and leaps from the mountain peak, plummeting down the sheer side of the east face. The wind whistles by your face, stealing any breath for a scream. Enormous wings sweep out, slowing your descent as the dragon circles, landing in a cave set into the rock face. He tosses both of you, gnome and halfling into a pile of luxuriant furs.
"So Little Ones, I know you know nought of the things I am about to reveal to you but you must remember them in detail, for this is of utmost importance. There are beings stirring in Azyra who have not awoke for many millenia. They are not all evil but their doings contain little concern for this world. When they awake they will cause great chaos. Their stirrings have already begun to crack relationships and encourage chaos amongst the wilds. Our world relies upon mantaining the balance and protecting that which has been achieved. You are the agents by which this will be achieved. You and those to come. You must remain strong and watch for those who would feed the chaos. This is your first warning, I will come to you again when I have need for you. Be prepared."
He pauses, considering for a moment. "It seems your friend was stronger than I gave him credit for... You must warn him as well and make sure that he is prepared as well."[/sblock]
[sblock=Nathanw88]The trip to bed is hazy but you remember that Sheila was very helpful in getting you up the stairs. She was also very adept at fending off your clumsy advances. As soon as she helped you into bed and your head hit the pillow you were out.
You dream as you sleep, the dream was relaxing but you remember little of the dream. When you awake you feel stronger and more capable.[sblock=OOC]You get a permanent +1 bonus to HP and a +1 bonus to all rolls made for the rest of this Adventure[/sblock][/sblock]