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<blockquote data-quote="Nonlethal Force" data-source="post: 2813886" data-attributes="member: 35788"><p>After hustling down the various dark and damp corridors of the mountain for almost an hour, Rhema called out for a breather. <span style="color: PaleGreen">“Ischarus, please!”</span> Her voice sounded out of breath as she paused between nearly every other word. <span style="color: PaleGreen">“We’ve been hustling for some time now. Can we slow our pace at least a little?”</span></p><p></p><p>Without turning to stop and look to his companions, Ischarus slowed his footfalls to a walk. His stride still insisted that the walk was reasonably brisk, but it was at least a walk. Elistra sent an appreciative snort through a set of flared nostrils that echoed down the passageway. Ischarus managed a smile and reached up with his hand to rub the short-haired bristly nose of his mount. <span style="color: LightBlue">“That’s a good girl, Elistra. You can relax now, the trot is over. We’ll walk you down and let you cool off for a bit.”</span></p><p></p><p>Taking up the final position, Semeion was able to close the slight gap that he had allowed to open between himself and Rhema. It wasn’t so much that he desired to have the gap; it was more that his body conditioning wasn’t near what Rhema and Ischarus were used to doing. He continued the slight jog until her caught up to Rhema and Shauvry.</p><p></p><p>Several more hours of walking passed and the party became confident that they had managed to outmaneuver any pursuit that may have been following them. Of course, there was always the possibility that there was no pursuit and they were taxing their bodies for no apparent reason. The tunnel that the party was heading down opened into a larger underground cavern. The cavern appeared as though it was natural in its creation, but there were definite signs that some time ago the cavern had been expanded by pick and shovel. The cavern had the look of an intelligent excavation – this was no large random animal desiring to make a den. Nor was this the work of a long since dried up river. At some point in the not-to-distant past this cavern had some type of significance.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: PaleGreen">“We’re here a little on the early side, aren’t we, Ischarus?”</span> Rhema asked as her eyes took in the cavern. The light from Ischarus’ lantern illuminated the walls, but the very top of the ceiling was lost in the darkness.</p><p></p><p>Ischarus also looked around at the walls before replying. <span style="color: LightBlue">“Yeah. That hustle away from the gnolls drove us here a little more quickly than typical. But we’re here so we should rest. There isn’t another place to rest until tomorrow night. If we pass this one up we’re going to walking for some time before it’s safe to stop again.”</span></p><p></p><p>Semeion looked a bit puzzled. <span style="color: Plum">“You mean we’re going to spend our time resting in this big cavern? Isn’t that just a bit on the obvious side? Sounds to me like an invitation to trouble if you ask me.”</span></p><p></p><p>Rhema chuckled as Ischarus answered. <span style="color: LightBlue">“Well, if we were actually staying in the cavern your caution would have merit, Semeion. However, over here you will notice something rather special.”</span></p><p></p><p>Ischarus shone the lantern toward the left wall and Semeion could see that among the jagged rock edges of the natural wall was what appeared to be an excavated section. An arch opened at an odd angle between two outcroppings of rock. The arch was obviously cut in such a way as to make it as hidden as possible against the natural formations of rock around it.</p><p></p><p>Ischarus explained what Semeion saw for the first time. <span style="color: LightBlue">“The hole leads to a natural shelter against the foot traffic of the cavern. The arch leads to a decently sized cave – large enough to bed a few horses for the rest and allow us to sleep for a spell.”</span></p><p></p><p>Semeion wrinkled his eyebrows as his mind puzzled over the strange creation. <span style="color: Plum">“Doesn’t it get occupied frequently?”</span></p><p></p><p>Rhema took her turn answering his question. <span style="color: PaleGreen">“Not as frequently as you might think, Semeion. Remember where we are headed. Thos who dwell under the mountains typically have their own lairs. Those who are heading away from Quehalost are not about to stop and pause for rest unless there is a large number. The typical person fleeing Quehalost is usually on his or her own and panicked. They probably wouldn’t even notice such a place on their way through. Of course, adding to the hysteria of knowing that they are pursued, those fleeing Quehalost are at the disadvantage of also not knowing their way through the tunnels like we do. That leaves only people like us who are heading into Quehalost. Of course, there aren’t many who are crazy enough to voluntarily head into Quehalost.”</span> A wry smile passed over her lips as she spoke the words.</p><p></p><p>Semeion responded, <span style="color: Plum">“Yeah, I guess not,”</span> spoke Semeion as he began to think through Rhema’s assertion. There was a reason people didn’t try to steal their way into Quehalost. The reality of that situation began to sink into his mind.</p><p></p><p>Rhema’s words broke into Semeion’s introspection. <span style="color: PaleGreen">“Come on, Ischarus. We’re wasting time now. Give me Elistra’s reigns while you go in and check out the cavern to make sure it is suitable. Or, make sure it is at least unoccupied.”</span></p><p></p><p>Semeion swallowed hard as another moment of reality poured over him. He looked to Rhema and Ischarus as they seemed to remain so calm about being underground in the absolute darkness. Of course, he knew that they had done this many times over. That fact didn’t work to ease his mind much, however.</p><p></p><p>Ischarus took the lantern and entered into the side cave. As his light passed through the arch, the main cavern became patch black. Shauvry and Thana snorted and jostled nervously. Rhema remained silent but the sound of her hand lightly patting Shauvry on her neck could be heard. In less than a minute light shined back out of the cave entrance as Ischarus made his way back. The light burst forth into the darkness and Ischarus popped his head out of the entrance.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: LightBlue">“Except for a few spiders and other creepy crawling animals, the place looks clear. I think we’ll do fine to rest here for as long as we need.”</span></p><p></p><p>The party gathered in the room and spread out their bedrolls and mats to make an effective barrier against any potential wandering that the horses might try while the party slept. Of course they set a watch, but having the horses secure would mean a much easier job for the sentry. With the watch set, the time for resting passed by rather uneventfully.</p><p></p><p>Several more days passed by as the party journeyed through the underground tunnels below the steep mountains. Ischarus knew of several more direct routes – routes that they would probably take on the way back. But they were in no particular hurry to get into Quehalost so they took the safest passages on the journey in. </p><p></p><p>Towards nightfall on the third day Ischarus broke the quiet introspective mood that had overtaken the party given the depressive effect from the removal of the sun from their lives. <span style="color: LightBlue">“I think we’re close now, Rhema. Within a half hour, perhaps?”</span></p><p></p><p>Rhema replied, <span style="color: PaleGreen">“I think you are correct, Ischarus. This looks about right, although it feels as though this trip was shorter than the ones I am used to. Perhaps having the extra security of an additional person has allowed us to move more quickly?</span></p><p></p><p>Semeion interjected his own conjecture over the others’ experience. <span style="color: Plum">“And made the rests easier. It’s a lot easier to get rested up when you can sleep for two watches rather than alternating them.”</span></p><p></p><p>Rhema nodded in agreement. It took no leap of understanding to realize that the rest periods did seem much more refreshing than she remembered from other trips. After the short interruption in the silence the party returned to the silence for the rest of the trip.</p><p></p><p>The rest of the underground journey passed quickly and within the hour Ischarus pointed ahead. <span style="color: LightBlue">“It looks like it is dusk outside. That’ll work in our favor as our eyes won’t need to adjust to the bright light outside the mountains. The dimming light of the sun will help us make the next stage before we can rest once more.</span></p><p></p><p>The trio exited the cave and emerged into the relatively thick forest that grew all along the south side of the mountain range. The tunnel they used to exit the underground was not nearly as high in altitude as the tunnel they used to enter on the other side. The clear advantage of this tunnel was the fact that their exit was immediately camouflaged to any of the denizens of Quehalost. Their exit from the bowels of the mountain was marked merely by a few birds and a particularly chattering squirrel. </p><p></p><p>None of the chattering from the forest animals caused Ischarus any concern as he encouraged his companions. <span style="color: LightBlue">“We should really mount up and ride to our next resting place. We’ll make better use of the darkness on horseback, and I’m sure the horses wouldn’t mind stretching their legs with a bit of a trot or canter.”</span></p><p></p><p>Ischarus softly rubbed Elistra’s long muzzle and even leaned in for a simply kiss just above the horse’s nostrils. <span style="color: LightBlue">”Let’s get some distance between us and the caves, eh girl? We’ll give you a chance to stretch before we bed for the night.”</span></p><p></p><p>As Ischarus climbed into the saddle using the proper balance necessary to bring him and his light armor balanced into position, Rhema merely smiled and with a graceful jump she leapt almost seemed to slither up the horse’s side and into the saddle. Semeion placed both hands on the saddle horn and with less grace than Rhema used his legs and arms to bring himself up.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: PaleGreen">“Shauvry knows the way, Semeion. Have Thana follow as before.”</span></p><p></p><p>Rhema took the lead once more and Ischarus and Semeion rode side-by-side behind her as they had done on the trip from Reignsburg to Scarhaus. The next little stretch of riding passed by easily and eventually they came to the spot that Ischarus desired to use as a resting point. The canopy of the forest was particularly thick and the trees seemed to provide a natural place for a rest. Ischarus nodded to Semeion to advance before him and into the secluded spot.</p><p></p><p>As Semeion dug his heels into Thana’s side to get her to move ahead of Elistra, Semeion heard the sound of quick moving armor and the ring of steel from directly behind him. Rhema heard it also and spun Shauvry around in a quick circle.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: PaleGreen">“What’s wrong, Ischarus?”</span> she asked loudly over the ring of metal. When she turned she saw that Ischarus had dismounted and stood with sword and shield at the ready. Ischarus looked as though he was fully intending on ignoring Rhema’s question.</p><p></p><p>The party’s sword master spoke into the darkness. <span style="color: LightBlue">“I know you’ve been following us for some time, stranger. Your lack of bathing betrays you every time we head up a hill. Come out and face me if you desire to follow us any further!”</span></p><p></p><p>At the sound of Ischarus’ voice Semeion also spun Thana around and contemplated dismounting. Rhema saw his movement and replied, <span style="color: PaleGreen">“No, Semeion. You may need to ride hard depending on what Ischarus has sensed. Stay on your mount as often as possible in Quehalost.”</span> This last sentence was clearly more of a command than friendly advice.</p><p></p><p>A hidden voice yelled a curse towards Ischarus. <span style="color: Red">“May Grixanthrosiliss consume your bones, challenger!”</span></p><p></p><p>Rhema and Semeion watched as a strange green glow seemed to appear and surround Ischarus. The green glow was absorbed by Ischarus’ armor and skin and seemed to disappear.</p><p></p><p>Ischarus replied boldly as the magical effect took hold of him. <span style="color: LightBlue">“Your evil magic tricks will not work on me, hidden one. You’ll have to do better than that affect me!”</span></p><p></p><p>A large man stepped out from behind the brush along the side of the road. <span style="color: Red">“I’ll not need to do better than that, fool. You have already been affected. I will kill you first and then move on to your weaker friends which you protect.”</span></p><p></p><p>Ischarus laughed out loud and then spoke again. He had little desire to have this come to a fight without knowing why lives were being put at stake. <span style="color: LightBlue">“Then it was a mighty pitiful affect, because I feel no different, fool. Tell me – who sent you after us. Which false king of the land do you serve?”</span></p><p></p><p>The man steadied his large sword and held it at the level of Ischarus’ chest as he slowly closed the distance between them. <span style="color: Red">“I serve the one from which you have stolen. He has given me the power to bring you to your knees.”</span></p><p></p><p>This time it was Rhema who laughed at the man’s words. <span style="color: PaleGreen">“Stealing is a word open to interpretation based on your position. But from your perspective we have stolen from many in this land to set them free in another. So tell us, of the false lords that we have stolen from, which one do you serve?”</span></p><p></p><p>The large man focused his attention over Ischarus’ left shoulder upon Rhema. <span style="color: Red">“I serve the true lord of Quehalost and soon the ruler of Enigmatica, Grixanthrosilithiss.”</span></p><p></p><p>Semeion and Ischarus both snorted at the same time. It was Ischarus who spoke. <span style="color: LightBlue">“That sounds like a dragon’s name if I ever heard of one. But tell me, fool, who is this false lord you serve for I have never even heard of his name.”</span></p><p></p><p>The large man smiled grimly. <span style="color: Red">“You will. All will bow or be forced to feel the wrath of the lick of his flames.”</span></p><p></p><p>Rhema smiled. <span style="color: PaleGreen">“The red one, then. In fact, he was the last one we freed a servant girl from. I believe you were going to offer her up as a sacrifice!”</span> Rhema said with a rising fire in her voice.</p><p></p><p>The man growled in anger. <span style="color: Red">“Then it was indeed you who stole from our master. We have felt his wrath ever since. Only tomorrow will we be free of his wrath, especially when I bring him your severed heads. Then the name of Druff will be honored with the name of Charis.”</span></p><p></p><p>Semeion interjected, <span style="color: Plum">“Charis is a female name meaning grace. Are we to assume that you are Druff, then?”</span></p><p></p><p>The man turned and leveled his sword towards Semeion. <span style="color: Red">“I suppose it is only fitting that you know the name of the one who is going to slay you. Druff is my name, and Charis will be the new Provenience as our dragon father demanded in exchange for the one you stole as a sacrifice. Charis will be honored highly.”</span></p><p></p><p>Ischarus spat at the words of the opposition. <span style="color: LightBlue">“Then you are Drakontos, then? You are the child of dragon breeding.”</span></p><p></p><p>Semeion shot Rhema a quick glance revealing that he had no knowledge of the Drakontos in spite of his arcane studies. Rhema ignored his glance, choosing to focus on the man instead.</p><p></p><p>The man smiled and added, <span style="color: Red">“Indeed. The blood of dragons is in these veins, and my dragon tainted blood will relish in the spilling of your feeble human blood. The time for talk is over!”</span></p><p></p><p>The man pulled the sword back and prepared to step forward and swing away. Ischarus was prepared for this as he had felt the man’s anger fueling his words more each time he spoke. As Druff stepped forward Ischarus held out his own blade with a quick jab. Druff easily batted the sword away and Ischarus’ half-hearted attempt to stop the battle early was spoiled.</p><p></p><p>Semeion would waste no time or effort allowing the weapon wielders to trade blows. <span style="color: Plum">“Thin-tok”</span> he spoke with purpose. The familiar light blue energy ball formed between his palm and his outstretched fingers and shot forth to strike Druff. The ball dodged to the left of Ischarus and then jerked to the right again to strike the enemy in the chest. The Drakontos grimaced at the pain but continued his attack against Ischarus.</p><p></p><p>Rhema knew that charming the Drakontos was a risky maneuver, especially since the green glow had seemingly taken effect upon Ischarus’ ability to fight. She lifted a finger to her head once again and focused hard on the opposition in much the same way that she had done against the gnoll shaman’s spider pet underground. As she focused, Druff released the handle of his weapon and it fell hard to the ground. His hands shot toward his head and gripped them while his face contorted in writhing pain. After what seemed to be an eternity of pain, the Drakontos dropped completely to the ground. Rhema looked on with deep concern as he dropped to the ground.</p><p></p><p>Rhema looked on with concern. <span style="color: PaleGreen">“Ischarus … he’s not … is he?”</span> Her breaths became shallow as Ischarus stowed his sword to check on Druff’s status. </p><p></p><p>Ischarus cautiously knelt beside the Drakontos and took off one of his own gauntlets. He held his hand over the mouth of the Drakontos and looked up to Rhema. <span style="color: LightBlue">“He is breathing, rest easy. You have not killed him.”</span></p><p></p><p>Rhema interrupted Ischarus as he tried to calm her down. <span style="color: PaleGreen">“It was just that … with the green glow and everything … and he seemed to turn aside your strike so easily …”</span></p><p></p><p>Ischarus raised an outstretched hand up to Rhema indicating for her to remain quiet. <span style="color: LightBlue">“Semeion, could you bring me some of the rope that Elistra carries? I’d get it myself but I don’t want to turn my back on Druff, here.”</span></p><p></p><p>Semeion nodded and dismounted. As he brought Ischarus the rope he caught the fighter’s eyes and asked, <span style="color: Plum">“You know about the Drakontos? I have never heard of them. And he looked so human!”</span></p><p></p><p>Ischarus smiled and looked down to Druff. <span style="color: LightBlue">“I suppose in a manner of speaking, Druff and I are a strange sort of family, Semeion. Because I bet you think I look human, too.</span></p><p></p><p>Semeion gave Ischarus a puzzled glance but didn’t address him further.</p><p></p><p>Instead, Ischarus continued his explanation. <span style="color: LightBlue">“The Drakontos are a race created by dragons to serve the dragon, love the dragon, or fear the dragon depending on what type of dragon it is. The evil dragons find the human race pliable enough to reproduce with them and taint their hearts toward evil. Sure, the first generation and second generation of dragon born have a more ghastly draconic presence. Often they have horns – or even bony frill coming up out of their skull. They are far stronger than humans, but they are also much more stubborn and less able to master a variety of purposes. When these dragon born are reintroduced into human society and bred with more humans, eventually the dragon bloodline is diluted enough that the noticeable differences fade.”</span></p><p></p><p>Semeion studied Ischarus’ face hard as he spoke. Once he had finished speaking, Ischarus went to work on tying Druff up and inserting a gag into his mouth so that he was able to breath through his nose but unable to alert anyone through the night. </p><p></p><p>As Ischarus worked, Semeion continued to ask Ischarus of the dragon blooded. <span style="color: Plum">“And you are one of these dragon born? You mean that somewhere back in your heritage is the same red dragon that bore Druff’s ancestors?”</span></p><p></p><p>Ischarus chuckled slightly. <span style="color: LightBlue">“No, Semeion. Fortunately I was not given that fate. Most Drakontos born to evil dragons live a life of personal enslavement. So long as they are useful to the dragon they are allowed to live. As they age, they are often offered up as sacrifices before they can become feeble. The evil dragon societies are adept at brainwashing these Drakontos that it is better to return to the master through his stomach than to die a useless form on the earth. Rather than be a burden on their society, they become food.”</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: Plum">“And this is what is to become of Charis? She will become food? We’ve got to do something!”</span></p><p></p><p>Rhema spoke up and asserted her opinion after being silent for some time. <span style="color: PaleGreen">“That’s the Semeion I knew was inside. That’s the fire that drives us through the mountain each and every time. Now you understand.”</span></p><p></p><p>Before Semeion could respond to Rhema, Ischarus answered Semeion’s most recent assertion. <span style="color: LightBlue">“Unfortunately, death would be more welcome than what she is to become. She is to be their new Provenience. Charis will be the mother of the dragon’s next round of dragon born. She will bear the children of the red dragon she serves under until he is finished with her services. Once she is beyond childbearing age she will be consumed and the people will hold a great festival in her honor. She is brainwashed into bearing clutches of four to five dragon blooded children each time. The stress on her body will be incredible. And all of her children will in turn bear more and more children.”</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: Plum">“But, why does the red dragon need more? If his whole tribe is dragon blooded, they should not loose the concentration of blood in their line. They should be able to simply reproduce and maintain what the dragon desires.”</span></p><p></p><p>Rhema sighed heavily and Ischarus shot her a hard glance. <span style="color: LightBlue">“Unfortunately, we are held at least partially responsible. The dragon must have been angry with his people and demanded a sacrifice. When we rescued the last sacrifice the dragon must have demanded a young virgin. By allowing us to free that sacrifice the dragon most likely became incensed. The people don’t know it, but they are about to become exterminated – or at least reduced in numbers greatly. The people have failed their dragon once too often and the red must think it is time to start over.”</span></p><p></p><p>A silence was cast across the party as Ischarus finished his work. The horse that Druff had been using to follow the trio had begun to make movements in the brush and Rhema was alerted to the noise. <span style="color: PaleGreen">“I’ll go retrieve it,”</span> she added with a nod and she turned Shauvry in that general direction. <span style="color: PaleGreen">“You two finish up. I think Semeion has another question.”</span></p><p></p><p>Ischarus looked up to Semeion, who asked, <span style="color: Plum">“So, if you are a Drakontos, then you escaped?”</span></p><p></p><p>Ischarus shook his in return. <span style="color: LightBlue">“No, my master was not an evil dragon. He is a great silver dragon. He did not create us to be his slaves, but rather he created us to help bring a utopian society into existence. He knew that the hearts of humans strayed as often to evil as to good. Perhaps they stray more to evil than to good. My father dragon believes that the noblest way to guide the world is through the creation of us as his servants. He raises us and cares for us and sends us into the world to make a difference. We are his agents of change and good in the world. One day after prayer my own dragon father decided to send one of his servants into Quehalost to observe the dangers growing in the land. Of course, my dragon father was particularly afraid of the growing draconic strength. That was my very first mission and I have come back ever since. I do not target the dragons and their Drakontos society specifically; but I would also be lying if I told you that I do not seek every opportunity to save a Drakontos from the grips of the evil from their own dragon father.”</span></p><p></p><p>Semeion nodded as he tried to absorb all of the new information. It seemed nearly inconceivable that this man before him was Drakontos and knew a silver dragon personally. As his mouth hung slightly agape, Rhema returned with the fourth horse. She smirked knowing that Ischarus had startled Semeion with his story.</p><p></p><p>Ischarus stood, lifting Druff from the ground. <span style="color: LightBlue">“Come, we should rest while Druff is unconscious. His horse will be useful, especially if we are able to rescue Charis. I believe that should be our goal. If we stop the red from mating with Charis we will have interfered substantially. Your dragon father would be proud.”</span> </p><p></p><p>Weary from the journey, the new information, and the combat the party headed in silence to the alcove where they established a quick watch and prepared to sleep the night away.</p><p></p><p>[Sblock=Color Free Speech Section]</p><p>After hustling down the various dark and damp corridors of the mountain for almost an hour, Rhema called out for a breather. “Ischarus, please!” Her voice sounded out of breath as she paused between nearly every other word. “We’ve been hustling for some time now. Can we slow our pace at least a little?”</p><p></p><p>Without turning to stop and look to his companions, Ischarus slowed his footfalls to a walk. His stride still insisted that the walk was reasonably brisk, but it was at least a walk. Elistra sent an appreciative snort through a set of flared nostrils that echoed down the passageway. Ischarus managed a smile and reached up with his hand to rub the short-haired bristly nose of his mount. “That’s a good girl, Elistra. You can relax now, the trot is over. We’ll walk you down and let you cool off for a bit.”</p><p></p><p>Taking up the final position, Semeion was able to close the slight gap that he had allowed to open between himself and Rhema. It wasn’t so much that he desired to have the gap; it was more that his body conditioning wasn’t near what Rhema and Ischarus were used to doing. He continued the slight jog until her caught up to Rhema and Shauvry.</p><p></p><p>Several more hours of walking passed and the party became confident that they had managed to outmaneuver any pursuit that may have been following them. Of course, there was always the possibility that there was no pursuit and they were taxing their bodies for no apparent reason. The tunnel that the party was heading down opened into a larger underground cavern. The cavern appeared as though it was natural in its creation, but there were definite signs that some time ago the cavern had been expanded by pick and shovel. The cavern had the look of an intelligent excavation – this was no large random animal desiring to make a den. Nor was this the work of a long since dried up river. At some point in the not-to-distant past this cavern had some type of significance.</p><p></p><p>“We’re here a little on the early side, aren’t we, Ischarus?” Rhema asked as her eyes took in the cavern. The light from Ischarus’ lantern illuminated the walls, but the very top of the ceiling was lost in the darkness.</p><p></p><p>Ischarus also looked around at the walls before replying. “Yeah. That hustle away from the gnolls drove us here a little more quickly than typical. But we’re here so we should rest. There isn’t another place to rest until tomorrow night. If we pass this one up we’re going to walking for some time before it’s safe to stop again.”</p><p></p><p>Semeion looked a bit puzzled. “You mean we’re going to spend our time resting in this big cavern? Isn’t that just a bit on the obvious side? Sounds to me like an invitation to trouble if you ask me.”</p><p></p><p>Rhema chuckled as Ischarus answered. “Well, if we were actually staying in the cavern your caution would have merit, Semeion. However, over here you will notice something rather special.”</p><p></p><p>Ischarus shone the lantern toward the left wall and Semeion could see that among the jagged rock edges of the natural wall was what appeared to be an excavated section. An arch opened at an odd angle between two outcroppings of rock. The arch was obviously cut in such a way as to make it as hidden as possible against the natural formations of rock around it.</p><p></p><p>Ischarus explained what Semeion saw for the first time. “The hole leads to a natural shelter against the foot traffic of the cavern. The arch leads to a decently sized cave – large enough to bed a few horses for the rest and allow us to sleep for a spell.”</p><p></p><p>Semeion wrinkled his eyebrows as his mind puzzled over the strange creation. “Doesn’t it get occupied frequently?”</p><p></p><p>Rhema took her turn answering his question. “Not as frequently as you might think, Semeion. Remember where we are headed. Thos who dwell under the mountains typically have their own lairs. Those who are heading away from Quehalost are not about to stop and pause for rest unless there is a large number. The typical person fleeing Quehalost is usually on his or her own and panicked. They probably wouldn’t even notice such a place on their way through. Of course, adding to the hysteria of knowing that they are pursued, those fleeing Quehalost are at the disadvantage of also not knowing their way through the tunnels like we do. That leaves only people like us who are heading into Quehalost. Of course, there aren’t many who are crazy enough to voluntarily head into Quehalost.” A wry smile passed over her lips as she spoke the words.</p><p></p><p>Semeion responded, “Yeah, I guess not,” spoke Semeion as he began to think through Rhema’s assertion. There was a reason people didn’t try to steal their way into Quehalost. The reality of that situation began to sink into his mind.</p><p></p><p>Rhema’s words broke into Semeion’s introspection. “Come on, Ischarus. We’re wasting time now. Give me Elistra’s reigns while you go in and check out the cavern to make sure it is suitable. Or, make sure it is at least unoccupied.”</p><p></p><p>Semeion swallowed hard as another moment of reality poured over him. He looked to Rhema and Ischarus as they seemed to remain so calm about being underground in the absolute darkness. Of course, he knew that they had done this many times over. That fact didn’t work to ease his mind much, however.</p><p></p><p>Ischarus took the lantern and entered into the side cave. As his light passed through the arch, the main cavern became patch black. Shauvry and Thana snorted and jostled nervously. Rhema remained silent but the sound of her hand lightly patting Shauvry on her neck could be heard. In less than a minute light shined back out of the cave entrance as Ischarus made his way back. The light burst forth into the darkness and Ischarus popped his head out of the entrance.</p><p></p><p>“Except for a few spiders and other creepy crawling animals, the place looks clear. I think we’ll do fine to rest here for as long as we need.”</p><p></p><p>The party gathered in the room and spread out their bedrolls and mats to make an effective barrier against any potential wandering that the horses might try while the party slept. Of course they set a watch, but having the horses secure would mean a much easier job for the sentry. With the watch set, the time for resting passed by rather uneventfully.</p><p></p><p>Several more days passed by as the party journeyed through the underground tunnels below the steep mountains. Ischarus knew of several more direct routes – routes that they would probably take on the way back. But they were in no particular hurry to get into Quehalost so they took the safest passages on the journey in. </p><p></p><p>Towards nightfall on the third day Ischarus broke the quiet introspective mood that had overtaken the party given the depressive effect from the removal of the sun from their lives. “I think we’re close now, Rhema. Within a half hour, perhaps?”</p><p></p><p>Rhema replied, “I think you are correct, Ischarus. This looks about right, although it feels as though this trip was shorter than the ones I am used to. Perhaps having the extra security of an additional person has allowed us to move more quickly?</p><p></p><p>Semeion interjected his own conjecture over the others’ experience. “And made the rests easier. It’s a lot easier to get rested up when you can sleep for two watches rather than alternating them.”</p><p></p><p>Rhema nodded in agreement. It took no leap of understanding to realize that the rest periods did seem much more refreshing than she remembered from other trips. After the short interruption in the silence the party returned to the silence for the rest of the trip.</p><p></p><p>The rest of the underground journey passed quickly and within the hour Ischarus pointed ahead. “It looks like it is dusk outside. That’ll work in our favor as our eyes won’t need to adjust to the bright light outside the mountains. The dimming light of the sun will help us make the next stage before we can rest once more.</p><p></p><p>The trio exited the cave and emerged into the relatively thick forest that grew all along the south side of the mountain range. The tunnel they used to exit the underground was not nearly as high in altitude as the tunnel they used to enter on the other side. The clear advantage of this tunnel was the fact that their exit was immediately camouflaged to any of the denizens of Quehalost. Their exit from the bowels of the mountain was marked merely by a few birds and a particularly chattering squirrel. </p><p></p><p>None of the chattering from the forest animals caused Ischarus any concern as he encouraged his companions. “We should really mount up and ride to our next resting place. We’ll make better use of the darkness on horseback, and I’m sure the horses wouldn’t mind stretching their legs with a bit of a trot or canter.”</p><p></p><p>Ischarus softly rubbed Elistra’s long muzzle and even leaned in for a simply kiss just above the horse’s nostrils. ”Let’s get some distance between us and the caves, eh girl? We’ll give you a chance to stretch before we bed for the night.”</p><p></p><p>As Ischarus climbed into the saddle using the proper balance necessary to bring him and his light armor balanced into position, Rhema merely smiled and with a graceful jump she leapt almost seemed to slither up the horse’s side and into the saddle. Semeion placed both hands on the saddle horn and with less grace than Rhema used his legs and arms to bring himself up.</p><p></p><p>“Shauvry knows the way, Semeion. Have Thana follow as before.”</p><p></p><p>Rhema took the lead once more and Ischarus and Semeion rode side-by-side behind her as they had done on the trip from Reignsburg to Scarhaus. The next little stretch of riding passed by easily and eventually they came to the spot that Ischarus desired to use as a resting point. The canopy of the forest was particularly thick and the trees seemed to provide a natural place for a rest. Ischarus nodded to Semeion to advance before him and into the secluded spot.</p><p></p><p>As Semeion dug his heels into Thana’s side to get her to move ahead of Elistra, Semeion heard the sound of quick moving armor and the ring of steel from directly behind him. Rhema heard it also and spun Shauvry around in a quick circle.</p><p></p><p>“What’s wrong, Ischarus?” she asked loudly over the ring of metal. When she turned she saw that Ischarus had dismounted and stood with sword and shield at the ready. Ischarus looked as though he was fully intending on ignoring Rhema’s question.</p><p></p><p>The party’s sword master spoke into the darkness. “I know you’ve been following us for some time, stranger. Your lack of bathing betrays you every time we head up a hill. Come out and face me if you desire to follow us any further!”</p><p></p><p>At the sound of Ischarus’ voice Semeion also spun Thana around and contemplated dismounting. Rhema saw his movement and replied, “No, Semeion. You may need to ride hard depending on what Ischarus has sensed. Stay on your mount as often as possible in Quehalost.” This last sentence was clearly more of a command than friendly advice.</p><p></p><p>A hidden voice yelled a curse towards Ischarus. “May Grixanthrosiliss consume your bones, challenger!”</p><p></p><p>Rhema and Semeion watched as a strange green glow seemed to appear and surround Ischarus. The green glow was absorbed by Ischarus’ armor and skin and seemed to disappear.</p><p></p><p>Ischarus replied boldly as the magical effect took hold of him. “Your evil magic tricks will not work on me, hidden one. You’ll have to do better than that affect me!”</p><p></p><p>A large man stepped out from behind the brush along the side of the road. “I’ll not need to do better than that, fool. You have already been affected. I will kill you first and then move on to your weaker friends which you protect.”</p><p></p><p>Ischarus laughed out loud and then spoke again. He had little desire to have this come to a fight without knowing why lives were being put at stake. “Then it was a mighty pitiful affect, because I feel no different, fool. Tell me – who sent you after us. Which false king of the land do you serve?”</p><p></p><p>The man steadied his large sword and held it at the level of Ischarus’ chest as he slowly closed the distance between them. “I serve the one from which you have stolen. He has given me the power to bring you to your knees.”</p><p></p><p>This time it was Rhema who laughed at the man’s words. “Stealing is a word open to interpretation based on your position. But from your perspective we have stolen from many in this land to set them free in another. So tell us, of the false lords that we have stolen from, which one do you serve?”</p><p></p><p>The large man focused his attention over Ischarus’ left shoulder upon Rhema. “I serve the true lord of Quehalost and soon the ruler of Enigmatica, Grixanthrosilithiss.”</p><p></p><p>Semeion and Ischarus both snorted at the same time. It was Ischarus who spoke. “That sounds like a dragon’s name if I ever heard of one. But tell me, fool, who is this false lord you serve for I have never even heard of his name.”</p><p></p><p>The large man smiled grimly. “You will. All will bow or be forced to feel the wrath of the lick of his flames.”</p><p></p><p>Rhema smiled. “The red one, then. In fact, he was the last one we freed a servant girl from. I believe you were going to offer her up as a sacrifice!” Rhema said with a rising fire in her voice.</p><p></p><p>The man growled in anger. “Then it was indeed you who stole from our master. We have felt his wrath ever since. Only tomorrow will we be free of his wrath, especially when I bring him your severed heads. Then the name of Druff will be honored with the name of Charis.”</p><p></p><p>Semeion interjected, “Charis is a female name meaning grace. Are we to assume that you are Druff, then?”</p><p></p><p>The man turned and leveled his sword towards Semeion. “I suppose it is only fitting that you know the name of the one who is going to slay you. Druff is my name, and Charis will be the new Provenience as our dragon father demanded in exchange for the one you stole as a sacrifice. Charis will be honored highly.”</p><p></p><p>Ischarus spat at the words of the opposition. “Then you are Drakontos, then? You are the child of dragon breeding.”</p><p></p><p>Semeion shot Rhema a quick glance revealing that he had no knowledge of the Drakontos in spite of his arcane studies. Rhema ignored his glance, choosing to focus on the man instead.</p><p></p><p>The man smiled and added, “Indeed. The blood of dragons is in these veins, and my dragon tainted blood will relish in the spilling of your feeble human blood. The time for talk is over!”</p><p></p><p>The man pulled the sword back and prepared to step forward and swing away. Ischarus was prepared for this as he had felt the man’s anger fueling his words more each time he spoke. As Druff stepped forward Ischarus held out his own blade with a quick jab. Druff easily batted the sword away and Ischarus’ half-hearted attempt to stop the battle early was spoiled.</p><p></p><p>Semeion would waste no time or effort allowing the weapon wielders to trade blows. “Thin-tok” he spoke with purpose. The familiar light blue energy ball formed between his palm and his outstretched fingers and shot forth to strike Druff. The ball dodged to the left of Ischarus and then jerked to the right again to strike the enemy in the chest. The Drakontos grimaced at the pain but continued his attack against Ischarus.</p><p></p><p>Rhema knew that charming the Drakontos was a risky maneuver, especially since the green glow had seemingly taken effect upon Ischarus’ ability to fight. She lifted a finger to her head once again and focused hard on the opposition in much the same way that she had done against the gnoll shaman’s spider pet underground. As she focused, Druff released the handle of his weapon and it fell hard to the ground. His hands shot toward his head and gripped them while his face contorted in writhing pain. After what seemed to be an eternity of pain, the Drakontos dropped completely to the ground. Rhema looked on with deep concern as he dropped to the ground.</p><p></p><p>Rhema looked on with concern. “Ischarus … he’s not … is he?” Her breaths became shallow as Ischarus stowed his sword to check on Druff’s status. </p><p></p><p>Ischarus cautiously knelt beside the Drakontos and took off one of his own gauntlets. He held his hand over the mouth of the Drakontos and looked up to Rhema. “He is breathing, rest easy. You have not killed him.”</p><p></p><p>Rhema interrupted Ischarus as he tried to calm her down. “It was just that … with the green glow and everything … and he seemed to turn aside your strike so easily …”</p><p></p><p>Ischarus raised an outstretched hand up to Rhema indicating for her to remain quiet. “Semeion, could you bring me some of the rope that Elistra carries? I’d get it myself but I don’t want to turn my back on Druff, here.”</p><p></p><p>Semeion nodded and dismounted. As he brought Ischarus the rope he caught the fighter’s eyes and asked, “You know about the Drakontos? I have never heard of them. And he looked so human!”</p><p></p><p>Ischarus smiled and looked down to Druff. “I suppose in a manner of speaking, Druff and I are a strange sort of family, Semeion. Because I bet you think I look human, too.</p><p></p><p>Semeion gave Ischarus a puzzled glance but didn’t address him further.</p><p></p><p>Instead, Ischarus continued his explanation. “The Drakontos are a race created by dragons to serve the dragon, love the dragon, or fear the dragon depending on what type of dragon it is. The evil dragons find the human race pliable enough to reproduce with them and taint their hearts toward evil. Sure, the first generation and second generation of dragon born have a more ghastly draconic presence. Often they have horns – or even bony frill coming up out of their skull. They are far stronger than humans, but they are also much more stubborn and less able to master a variety of purposes. When these dragon born are reintroduced into human society and bred with more humans, eventually the dragon bloodline is diluted enough that the noticeable differences fade.”</p><p></p><p>Semeion studied Ischarus’ face hard as he spoke. Once he had finished speaking, Ischarus went to work on tying Druff up and inserting a gag into his mouth so that he was able to breath through his nose but unable to alert anyone through the night. </p><p></p><p>As Ischarus worked, Semeion continued to ask Ischarus of the dragon blooded. “And you are one of these dragon born? You mean that somewhere back in your heritage is the same red dragon that bore Druff’s ancestors?”</p><p></p><p>Ischarus chuckled slightly. “No, Semeion. Fortunately I was not given that fate. Most Drakontos born to evil dragons live a life of personal enslavement. So long as they are useful to the dragon they are allowed to live. As they age, they are often offered up as sacrifices before they can become feeble. The evil dragon societies are adept at brainwashing these Drakontos that it is better to return to the master through his stomach than to die a useless form on the earth. Rather than be a burden on their society, they become food.”</p><p></p><p>“And this is what is to become of Charis? She will become food? We’ve got to do something!”</p><p></p><p>Rhema spoke up and asserted her opinion after being silent for some time. “That’s the Semeion I knew was inside. That’s the fire that drives us through the mountain each and every time. Now you understand.”</p><p></p><p>Before Semeion could respond to Rhema, Ischarus answered Semeion’s most recent assertion. “Unfortunately, death would be more welcome than what she is to become. She is to be their new Provenience. Charis will be the mother of the dragon’s next round of dragon born. She will bear the children of the red dragon she serves under until he is finished with her services. Once she is beyond childbearing age she will be consumed and the people will hold a great festival in her honor. She is brainwashed into bearing clutches of four to five dragon blooded children each time. The stress on her body will be incredible. And all of her children will in turn bear more and more children.”</p><p></p><p>“But, why does the red dragon need more? If his whole tribe is dragon blooded, they should not loose the concentration of blood in their line. They should be able to simply reproduce and maintain what the dragon desires.”</p><p></p><p>Rhema sighed heavily and Ischarus shot her a hard glance. “Unfortunately, we are held at least partially responsible. The dragon must have been angry with his people and demanded a sacrifice. When we rescued the last sacrifice the dragon must have demanded a young virgin. By allowing us to free that sacrifice the dragon most likely became incensed. The people don’t know it, but they are about to become exterminated – or at least reduced in numbers greatly. The people have failed their dragon once too often and the red must think it is time to start over.”</p><p></p><p>A silence was cast across the party as Ischarus finished his work. The horse that Druff had been using to follow the trio had begun to make movements in the brush and Rhema was alerted to the noise. “I’ll go retrieve it,” she added with a nod and she turned Shauvry in that general direction. “You two finish up. I think Semeion has another question.”</p><p></p><p>Ischarus looked up to Semeion, who asked, “So, if you are a Drakontos, then you escaped?”</p><p></p><p>Ischarus shook his in return. “No, my master was not an evil dragon. He is a great silver dragon. He did not create us to be his slaves, but rather he created us to help bring a utopian society into existence. He knew that the hearts of humans strayed as often to evil as to good. Perhaps they stray more to evil than to good. My father dragon believes that the noblest way to guide the world is through the creation of us as his servants. He raises us and cares for us and sends us into the world to make a difference. We are his agents of change and good in the world. One day after prayer my own dragon father decided to send one of his servants into Quehalost to observe the dangers growing in the land. Of course, my dragon father was particularly afraid of the growing draconic strength. That was my very first mission and I have come back ever since. I do not target the dragons and their Drakontos society specifically; but I would also be lying if I told you that I do not seek every opportunity to save a Drakontos from the grips of the evil from their own dragon father.”</p><p></p><p>Semeion nodded as he tried to absorb all of the new information. It seemed nearly inconceivable that this man before him was Drakontos and knew a silver dragon personally. As his mouth hung slightly agape, Rhema returned with the fourth horse. She smirked knowing that Ischarus had startled Semeion with his story.</p><p></p><p>Ischarus stood, lifting Druff from the ground. “Come, we should rest while Druff is unconscious. His horse will be useful, especially if we are able to rescue Charis. I believe that should be our goal. If we stop the red from mating with Charis we will have interfered substantially. Your dragon father would be proud.” </p><p></p><p>Weary from the journey, the new information, and the combat the party headed in silence to the alcove where they established a quick watch and prepared to sleep the night away.[/Sblock]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Nonlethal Force, post: 2813886, member: 35788"] After hustling down the various dark and damp corridors of the mountain for almost an hour, Rhema called out for a breather. [Color=PaleGreen]“Ischarus, please!”[/Color] Her voice sounded out of breath as she paused between nearly every other word. [Color=PaleGreen]“We’ve been hustling for some time now. Can we slow our pace at least a little?”[/Color] Without turning to stop and look to his companions, Ischarus slowed his footfalls to a walk. His stride still insisted that the walk was reasonably brisk, but it was at least a walk. Elistra sent an appreciative snort through a set of flared nostrils that echoed down the passageway. Ischarus managed a smile and reached up with his hand to rub the short-haired bristly nose of his mount. [Color=LightBlue]“That’s a good girl, Elistra. You can relax now, the trot is over. We’ll walk you down and let you cool off for a bit.”[/Color] Taking up the final position, Semeion was able to close the slight gap that he had allowed to open between himself and Rhema. It wasn’t so much that he desired to have the gap; it was more that his body conditioning wasn’t near what Rhema and Ischarus were used to doing. He continued the slight jog until her caught up to Rhema and Shauvry. Several more hours of walking passed and the party became confident that they had managed to outmaneuver any pursuit that may have been following them. Of course, there was always the possibility that there was no pursuit and they were taxing their bodies for no apparent reason. The tunnel that the party was heading down opened into a larger underground cavern. The cavern appeared as though it was natural in its creation, but there were definite signs that some time ago the cavern had been expanded by pick and shovel. The cavern had the look of an intelligent excavation – this was no large random animal desiring to make a den. Nor was this the work of a long since dried up river. At some point in the not-to-distant past this cavern had some type of significance. [Color=PaleGreen]“We’re here a little on the early side, aren’t we, Ischarus?”[/Color] Rhema asked as her eyes took in the cavern. The light from Ischarus’ lantern illuminated the walls, but the very top of the ceiling was lost in the darkness. Ischarus also looked around at the walls before replying. [Color=LightBlue]“Yeah. That hustle away from the gnolls drove us here a little more quickly than typical. But we’re here so we should rest. There isn’t another place to rest until tomorrow night. If we pass this one up we’re going to walking for some time before it’s safe to stop again.”[/Color] Semeion looked a bit puzzled. [Color=Plum]“You mean we’re going to spend our time resting in this big cavern? Isn’t that just a bit on the obvious side? Sounds to me like an invitation to trouble if you ask me.”[/Color] Rhema chuckled as Ischarus answered. [Color=LightBlue]“Well, if we were actually staying in the cavern your caution would have merit, Semeion. However, over here you will notice something rather special.”[/Color] Ischarus shone the lantern toward the left wall and Semeion could see that among the jagged rock edges of the natural wall was what appeared to be an excavated section. An arch opened at an odd angle between two outcroppings of rock. The arch was obviously cut in such a way as to make it as hidden as possible against the natural formations of rock around it. Ischarus explained what Semeion saw for the first time. [Color=LightBlue]“The hole leads to a natural shelter against the foot traffic of the cavern. The arch leads to a decently sized cave – large enough to bed a few horses for the rest and allow us to sleep for a spell.”[/Color] Semeion wrinkled his eyebrows as his mind puzzled over the strange creation. [Color=Plum]“Doesn’t it get occupied frequently?”[/Color] Rhema took her turn answering his question. [Color=PaleGreen]“Not as frequently as you might think, Semeion. Remember where we are headed. Thos who dwell under the mountains typically have their own lairs. Those who are heading away from Quehalost are not about to stop and pause for rest unless there is a large number. The typical person fleeing Quehalost is usually on his or her own and panicked. They probably wouldn’t even notice such a place on their way through. Of course, adding to the hysteria of knowing that they are pursued, those fleeing Quehalost are at the disadvantage of also not knowing their way through the tunnels like we do. That leaves only people like us who are heading into Quehalost. Of course, there aren’t many who are crazy enough to voluntarily head into Quehalost.”[/Color] A wry smile passed over her lips as she spoke the words. Semeion responded, [Color=Plum]“Yeah, I guess not,”[/Color] spoke Semeion as he began to think through Rhema’s assertion. There was a reason people didn’t try to steal their way into Quehalost. The reality of that situation began to sink into his mind. Rhema’s words broke into Semeion’s introspection. [Color=PaleGreen]“Come on, Ischarus. We’re wasting time now. Give me Elistra’s reigns while you go in and check out the cavern to make sure it is suitable. Or, make sure it is at least unoccupied.”[/Color] Semeion swallowed hard as another moment of reality poured over him. He looked to Rhema and Ischarus as they seemed to remain so calm about being underground in the absolute darkness. Of course, he knew that they had done this many times over. That fact didn’t work to ease his mind much, however. Ischarus took the lantern and entered into the side cave. As his light passed through the arch, the main cavern became patch black. Shauvry and Thana snorted and jostled nervously. Rhema remained silent but the sound of her hand lightly patting Shauvry on her neck could be heard. In less than a minute light shined back out of the cave entrance as Ischarus made his way back. The light burst forth into the darkness and Ischarus popped his head out of the entrance. [Color=LightBlue]“Except for a few spiders and other creepy crawling animals, the place looks clear. I think we’ll do fine to rest here for as long as we need.”[/Color] The party gathered in the room and spread out their bedrolls and mats to make an effective barrier against any potential wandering that the horses might try while the party slept. Of course they set a watch, but having the horses secure would mean a much easier job for the sentry. With the watch set, the time for resting passed by rather uneventfully. Several more days passed by as the party journeyed through the underground tunnels below the steep mountains. Ischarus knew of several more direct routes – routes that they would probably take on the way back. But they were in no particular hurry to get into Quehalost so they took the safest passages on the journey in. Towards nightfall on the third day Ischarus broke the quiet introspective mood that had overtaken the party given the depressive effect from the removal of the sun from their lives. [Color=LightBlue]“I think we’re close now, Rhema. Within a half hour, perhaps?”[/Color] Rhema replied, [Color=PaleGreen]“I think you are correct, Ischarus. This looks about right, although it feels as though this trip was shorter than the ones I am used to. Perhaps having the extra security of an additional person has allowed us to move more quickly?[/Color] Semeion interjected his own conjecture over the others’ experience. [Color=Plum]“And made the rests easier. It’s a lot easier to get rested up when you can sleep for two watches rather than alternating them.”[/Color] Rhema nodded in agreement. It took no leap of understanding to realize that the rest periods did seem much more refreshing than she remembered from other trips. After the short interruption in the silence the party returned to the silence for the rest of the trip. The rest of the underground journey passed quickly and within the hour Ischarus pointed ahead. [Color=LightBlue]“It looks like it is dusk outside. That’ll work in our favor as our eyes won’t need to adjust to the bright light outside the mountains. The dimming light of the sun will help us make the next stage before we can rest once more.[/Color] The trio exited the cave and emerged into the relatively thick forest that grew all along the south side of the mountain range. The tunnel they used to exit the underground was not nearly as high in altitude as the tunnel they used to enter on the other side. The clear advantage of this tunnel was the fact that their exit was immediately camouflaged to any of the denizens of Quehalost. Their exit from the bowels of the mountain was marked merely by a few birds and a particularly chattering squirrel. None of the chattering from the forest animals caused Ischarus any concern as he encouraged his companions. [Color=LightBlue]“We should really mount up and ride to our next resting place. We’ll make better use of the darkness on horseback, and I’m sure the horses wouldn’t mind stretching their legs with a bit of a trot or canter.”[/Color] Ischarus softly rubbed Elistra’s long muzzle and even leaned in for a simply kiss just above the horse’s nostrils. [Color=LightBlue]”Let’s get some distance between us and the caves, eh girl? We’ll give you a chance to stretch before we bed for the night.”[/Color] As Ischarus climbed into the saddle using the proper balance necessary to bring him and his light armor balanced into position, Rhema merely smiled and with a graceful jump she leapt almost seemed to slither up the horse’s side and into the saddle. Semeion placed both hands on the saddle horn and with less grace than Rhema used his legs and arms to bring himself up. [Color=PaleGreen]“Shauvry knows the way, Semeion. Have Thana follow as before.”[/Color] Rhema took the lead once more and Ischarus and Semeion rode side-by-side behind her as they had done on the trip from Reignsburg to Scarhaus. The next little stretch of riding passed by easily and eventually they came to the spot that Ischarus desired to use as a resting point. The canopy of the forest was particularly thick and the trees seemed to provide a natural place for a rest. Ischarus nodded to Semeion to advance before him and into the secluded spot. As Semeion dug his heels into Thana’s side to get her to move ahead of Elistra, Semeion heard the sound of quick moving armor and the ring of steel from directly behind him. Rhema heard it also and spun Shauvry around in a quick circle. [Color=PaleGreen]“What’s wrong, Ischarus?”[/Color] she asked loudly over the ring of metal. When she turned she saw that Ischarus had dismounted and stood with sword and shield at the ready. Ischarus looked as though he was fully intending on ignoring Rhema’s question. The party’s sword master spoke into the darkness. [Color=LightBlue]“I know you’ve been following us for some time, stranger. Your lack of bathing betrays you every time we head up a hill. Come out and face me if you desire to follow us any further!”[/Color] At the sound of Ischarus’ voice Semeion also spun Thana around and contemplated dismounting. Rhema saw his movement and replied, [Color=PaleGreen]“No, Semeion. You may need to ride hard depending on what Ischarus has sensed. Stay on your mount as often as possible in Quehalost.”[/Color] This last sentence was clearly more of a command than friendly advice. A hidden voice yelled a curse towards Ischarus. [Color=Red]“May Grixanthrosiliss consume your bones, challenger!”[/Color] Rhema and Semeion watched as a strange green glow seemed to appear and surround Ischarus. The green glow was absorbed by Ischarus’ armor and skin and seemed to disappear. Ischarus replied boldly as the magical effect took hold of him. [Color=LightBlue]“Your evil magic tricks will not work on me, hidden one. You’ll have to do better than that affect me!”[/Color] A large man stepped out from behind the brush along the side of the road. [Color=Red]“I’ll not need to do better than that, fool. You have already been affected. I will kill you first and then move on to your weaker friends which you protect.”[/Color] Ischarus laughed out loud and then spoke again. He had little desire to have this come to a fight without knowing why lives were being put at stake. [Color=LightBlue]“Then it was a mighty pitiful affect, because I feel no different, fool. Tell me – who sent you after us. Which false king of the land do you serve?”[/Color] The man steadied his large sword and held it at the level of Ischarus’ chest as he slowly closed the distance between them. [Color=Red]“I serve the one from which you have stolen. He has given me the power to bring you to your knees.”[/Color] This time it was Rhema who laughed at the man’s words. [Color=PaleGreen]“Stealing is a word open to interpretation based on your position. But from your perspective we have stolen from many in this land to set them free in another. So tell us, of the false lords that we have stolen from, which one do you serve?”[/Color] The large man focused his attention over Ischarus’ left shoulder upon Rhema. [Color=Red]“I serve the true lord of Quehalost and soon the ruler of Enigmatica, Grixanthrosilithiss.”[/Color] Semeion and Ischarus both snorted at the same time. It was Ischarus who spoke. [Color=LightBlue]“That sounds like a dragon’s name if I ever heard of one. But tell me, fool, who is this false lord you serve for I have never even heard of his name.”[/Color] The large man smiled grimly. [Color=Red]“You will. All will bow or be forced to feel the wrath of the lick of his flames.”[/Color] Rhema smiled. [Color=PaleGreen]“The red one, then. In fact, he was the last one we freed a servant girl from. I believe you were going to offer her up as a sacrifice!”[/Color] Rhema said with a rising fire in her voice. The man growled in anger. [Color=Red]“Then it was indeed you who stole from our master. We have felt his wrath ever since. Only tomorrow will we be free of his wrath, especially when I bring him your severed heads. Then the name of Druff will be honored with the name of Charis.”[/Color] Semeion interjected, [Color=Plum]“Charis is a female name meaning grace. Are we to assume that you are Druff, then?”[/Color] The man turned and leveled his sword towards Semeion. [Color=Red]“I suppose it is only fitting that you know the name of the one who is going to slay you. Druff is my name, and Charis will be the new Provenience as our dragon father demanded in exchange for the one you stole as a sacrifice. Charis will be honored highly.”[/Color] Ischarus spat at the words of the opposition. [Color=LightBlue]“Then you are Drakontos, then? You are the child of dragon breeding.”[/Color] Semeion shot Rhema a quick glance revealing that he had no knowledge of the Drakontos in spite of his arcane studies. Rhema ignored his glance, choosing to focus on the man instead. The man smiled and added, [Color=Red]“Indeed. The blood of dragons is in these veins, and my dragon tainted blood will relish in the spilling of your feeble human blood. The time for talk is over!”[/Color] The man pulled the sword back and prepared to step forward and swing away. Ischarus was prepared for this as he had felt the man’s anger fueling his words more each time he spoke. As Druff stepped forward Ischarus held out his own blade with a quick jab. Druff easily batted the sword away and Ischarus’ half-hearted attempt to stop the battle early was spoiled. Semeion would waste no time or effort allowing the weapon wielders to trade blows. [Color=Plum]“Thin-tok”[/Color] he spoke with purpose. The familiar light blue energy ball formed between his palm and his outstretched fingers and shot forth to strike Druff. The ball dodged to the left of Ischarus and then jerked to the right again to strike the enemy in the chest. The Drakontos grimaced at the pain but continued his attack against Ischarus. Rhema knew that charming the Drakontos was a risky maneuver, especially since the green glow had seemingly taken effect upon Ischarus’ ability to fight. She lifted a finger to her head once again and focused hard on the opposition in much the same way that she had done against the gnoll shaman’s spider pet underground. As she focused, Druff released the handle of his weapon and it fell hard to the ground. His hands shot toward his head and gripped them while his face contorted in writhing pain. After what seemed to be an eternity of pain, the Drakontos dropped completely to the ground. Rhema looked on with deep concern as he dropped to the ground. Rhema looked on with concern. [Color=PaleGreen]“Ischarus … he’s not … is he?”[/Color] Her breaths became shallow as Ischarus stowed his sword to check on Druff’s status. Ischarus cautiously knelt beside the Drakontos and took off one of his own gauntlets. He held his hand over the mouth of the Drakontos and looked up to Rhema. [Color=LightBlue]“He is breathing, rest easy. You have not killed him.”[/Color] Rhema interrupted Ischarus as he tried to calm her down. [Color=PaleGreen]“It was just that … with the green glow and everything … and he seemed to turn aside your strike so easily …”[/Color] Ischarus raised an outstretched hand up to Rhema indicating for her to remain quiet. [Color=LightBlue]“Semeion, could you bring me some of the rope that Elistra carries? I’d get it myself but I don’t want to turn my back on Druff, here.”[/Color] Semeion nodded and dismounted. As he brought Ischarus the rope he caught the fighter’s eyes and asked, [Color=Plum]“You know about the Drakontos? I have never heard of them. And he looked so human!”[/Color] Ischarus smiled and looked down to Druff. [Color=LightBlue]“I suppose in a manner of speaking, Druff and I are a strange sort of family, Semeion. Because I bet you think I look human, too.[/Color] Semeion gave Ischarus a puzzled glance but didn’t address him further. Instead, Ischarus continued his explanation. [Color=LightBlue]“The Drakontos are a race created by dragons to serve the dragon, love the dragon, or fear the dragon depending on what type of dragon it is. The evil dragons find the human race pliable enough to reproduce with them and taint their hearts toward evil. Sure, the first generation and second generation of dragon born have a more ghastly draconic presence. Often they have horns – or even bony frill coming up out of their skull. They are far stronger than humans, but they are also much more stubborn and less able to master a variety of purposes. When these dragon born are reintroduced into human society and bred with more humans, eventually the dragon bloodline is diluted enough that the noticeable differences fade.”[/Color] Semeion studied Ischarus’ face hard as he spoke. Once he had finished speaking, Ischarus went to work on tying Druff up and inserting a gag into his mouth so that he was able to breath through his nose but unable to alert anyone through the night. As Ischarus worked, Semeion continued to ask Ischarus of the dragon blooded. [Color=Plum]“And you are one of these dragon born? You mean that somewhere back in your heritage is the same red dragon that bore Druff’s ancestors?”[/Color] Ischarus chuckled slightly. [Color=LightBlue]“No, Semeion. Fortunately I was not given that fate. Most Drakontos born to evil dragons live a life of personal enslavement. So long as they are useful to the dragon they are allowed to live. As they age, they are often offered up as sacrifices before they can become feeble. The evil dragon societies are adept at brainwashing these Drakontos that it is better to return to the master through his stomach than to die a useless form on the earth. Rather than be a burden on their society, they become food.”[/Color] [Color=Plum]“And this is what is to become of Charis? She will become food? We’ve got to do something!”[/Color] Rhema spoke up and asserted her opinion after being silent for some time. [Color=PaleGreen]“That’s the Semeion I knew was inside. That’s the fire that drives us through the mountain each and every time. Now you understand.”[/Color] Before Semeion could respond to Rhema, Ischarus answered Semeion’s most recent assertion. [Color=LightBlue]“Unfortunately, death would be more welcome than what she is to become. She is to be their new Provenience. Charis will be the mother of the dragon’s next round of dragon born. She will bear the children of the red dragon she serves under until he is finished with her services. Once she is beyond childbearing age she will be consumed and the people will hold a great festival in her honor. She is brainwashed into bearing clutches of four to five dragon blooded children each time. The stress on her body will be incredible. And all of her children will in turn bear more and more children.”[/Color] [Color=Plum]“But, why does the red dragon need more? If his whole tribe is dragon blooded, they should not loose the concentration of blood in their line. They should be able to simply reproduce and maintain what the dragon desires.”[/Color] Rhema sighed heavily and Ischarus shot her a hard glance. [Color=LightBlue]“Unfortunately, we are held at least partially responsible. The dragon must have been angry with his people and demanded a sacrifice. When we rescued the last sacrifice the dragon must have demanded a young virgin. By allowing us to free that sacrifice the dragon most likely became incensed. The people don’t know it, but they are about to become exterminated – or at least reduced in numbers greatly. The people have failed their dragon once too often and the red must think it is time to start over.”[/Color] A silence was cast across the party as Ischarus finished his work. The horse that Druff had been using to follow the trio had begun to make movements in the brush and Rhema was alerted to the noise. [Color=PaleGreen]“I’ll go retrieve it,”[/Color] she added with a nod and she turned Shauvry in that general direction. [Color=PaleGreen]“You two finish up. I think Semeion has another question.”[/Color] Ischarus looked up to Semeion, who asked, [Color=Plum]“So, if you are a Drakontos, then you escaped?”[/Color] Ischarus shook his in return. [Color=LightBlue]“No, my master was not an evil dragon. He is a great silver dragon. He did not create us to be his slaves, but rather he created us to help bring a utopian society into existence. He knew that the hearts of humans strayed as often to evil as to good. Perhaps they stray more to evil than to good. My father dragon believes that the noblest way to guide the world is through the creation of us as his servants. He raises us and cares for us and sends us into the world to make a difference. We are his agents of change and good in the world. One day after prayer my own dragon father decided to send one of his servants into Quehalost to observe the dangers growing in the land. Of course, my dragon father was particularly afraid of the growing draconic strength. That was my very first mission and I have come back ever since. I do not target the dragons and their Drakontos society specifically; but I would also be lying if I told you that I do not seek every opportunity to save a Drakontos from the grips of the evil from their own dragon father.”[/Color] Semeion nodded as he tried to absorb all of the new information. It seemed nearly inconceivable that this man before him was Drakontos and knew a silver dragon personally. As his mouth hung slightly agape, Rhema returned with the fourth horse. She smirked knowing that Ischarus had startled Semeion with his story. Ischarus stood, lifting Druff from the ground. [Color=LightBlue]“Come, we should rest while Druff is unconscious. His horse will be useful, especially if we are able to rescue Charis. I believe that should be our goal. If we stop the red from mating with Charis we will have interfered substantially. Your dragon father would be proud.”[/Color] Weary from the journey, the new information, and the combat the party headed in silence to the alcove where they established a quick watch and prepared to sleep the night away. [Sblock=Color Free Speech Section] After hustling down the various dark and damp corridors of the mountain for almost an hour, Rhema called out for a breather. “Ischarus, please!” Her voice sounded out of breath as she paused between nearly every other word. “We’ve been hustling for some time now. Can we slow our pace at least a little?” Without turning to stop and look to his companions, Ischarus slowed his footfalls to a walk. His stride still insisted that the walk was reasonably brisk, but it was at least a walk. Elistra sent an appreciative snort through a set of flared nostrils that echoed down the passageway. Ischarus managed a smile and reached up with his hand to rub the short-haired bristly nose of his mount. “That’s a good girl, Elistra. You can relax now, the trot is over. We’ll walk you down and let you cool off for a bit.” Taking up the final position, Semeion was able to close the slight gap that he had allowed to open between himself and Rhema. It wasn’t so much that he desired to have the gap; it was more that his body conditioning wasn’t near what Rhema and Ischarus were used to doing. He continued the slight jog until her caught up to Rhema and Shauvry. Several more hours of walking passed and the party became confident that they had managed to outmaneuver any pursuit that may have been following them. Of course, there was always the possibility that there was no pursuit and they were taxing their bodies for no apparent reason. The tunnel that the party was heading down opened into a larger underground cavern. The cavern appeared as though it was natural in its creation, but there were definite signs that some time ago the cavern had been expanded by pick and shovel. The cavern had the look of an intelligent excavation – this was no large random animal desiring to make a den. Nor was this the work of a long since dried up river. At some point in the not-to-distant past this cavern had some type of significance. “We’re here a little on the early side, aren’t we, Ischarus?” Rhema asked as her eyes took in the cavern. The light from Ischarus’ lantern illuminated the walls, but the very top of the ceiling was lost in the darkness. Ischarus also looked around at the walls before replying. “Yeah. That hustle away from the gnolls drove us here a little more quickly than typical. But we’re here so we should rest. There isn’t another place to rest until tomorrow night. If we pass this one up we’re going to walking for some time before it’s safe to stop again.” Semeion looked a bit puzzled. “You mean we’re going to spend our time resting in this big cavern? Isn’t that just a bit on the obvious side? Sounds to me like an invitation to trouble if you ask me.” Rhema chuckled as Ischarus answered. “Well, if we were actually staying in the cavern your caution would have merit, Semeion. However, over here you will notice something rather special.” Ischarus shone the lantern toward the left wall and Semeion could see that among the jagged rock edges of the natural wall was what appeared to be an excavated section. An arch opened at an odd angle between two outcroppings of rock. The arch was obviously cut in such a way as to make it as hidden as possible against the natural formations of rock around it. Ischarus explained what Semeion saw for the first time. “The hole leads to a natural shelter against the foot traffic of the cavern. The arch leads to a decently sized cave – large enough to bed a few horses for the rest and allow us to sleep for a spell.” Semeion wrinkled his eyebrows as his mind puzzled over the strange creation. “Doesn’t it get occupied frequently?” Rhema took her turn answering his question. “Not as frequently as you might think, Semeion. Remember where we are headed. Thos who dwell under the mountains typically have their own lairs. Those who are heading away from Quehalost are not about to stop and pause for rest unless there is a large number. The typical person fleeing Quehalost is usually on his or her own and panicked. They probably wouldn’t even notice such a place on their way through. Of course, adding to the hysteria of knowing that they are pursued, those fleeing Quehalost are at the disadvantage of also not knowing their way through the tunnels like we do. That leaves only people like us who are heading into Quehalost. Of course, there aren’t many who are crazy enough to voluntarily head into Quehalost.” A wry smile passed over her lips as she spoke the words. Semeion responded, “Yeah, I guess not,” spoke Semeion as he began to think through Rhema’s assertion. There was a reason people didn’t try to steal their way into Quehalost. The reality of that situation began to sink into his mind. Rhema’s words broke into Semeion’s introspection. “Come on, Ischarus. We’re wasting time now. Give me Elistra’s reigns while you go in and check out the cavern to make sure it is suitable. Or, make sure it is at least unoccupied.” Semeion swallowed hard as another moment of reality poured over him. He looked to Rhema and Ischarus as they seemed to remain so calm about being underground in the absolute darkness. Of course, he knew that they had done this many times over. That fact didn’t work to ease his mind much, however. Ischarus took the lantern and entered into the side cave. As his light passed through the arch, the main cavern became patch black. Shauvry and Thana snorted and jostled nervously. Rhema remained silent but the sound of her hand lightly patting Shauvry on her neck could be heard. In less than a minute light shined back out of the cave entrance as Ischarus made his way back. The light burst forth into the darkness and Ischarus popped his head out of the entrance. “Except for a few spiders and other creepy crawling animals, the place looks clear. I think we’ll do fine to rest here for as long as we need.” The party gathered in the room and spread out their bedrolls and mats to make an effective barrier against any potential wandering that the horses might try while the party slept. Of course they set a watch, but having the horses secure would mean a much easier job for the sentry. With the watch set, the time for resting passed by rather uneventfully. Several more days passed by as the party journeyed through the underground tunnels below the steep mountains. Ischarus knew of several more direct routes – routes that they would probably take on the way back. But they were in no particular hurry to get into Quehalost so they took the safest passages on the journey in. Towards nightfall on the third day Ischarus broke the quiet introspective mood that had overtaken the party given the depressive effect from the removal of the sun from their lives. “I think we’re close now, Rhema. Within a half hour, perhaps?” Rhema replied, “I think you are correct, Ischarus. This looks about right, although it feels as though this trip was shorter than the ones I am used to. Perhaps having the extra security of an additional person has allowed us to move more quickly? Semeion interjected his own conjecture over the others’ experience. “And made the rests easier. It’s a lot easier to get rested up when you can sleep for two watches rather than alternating them.” Rhema nodded in agreement. It took no leap of understanding to realize that the rest periods did seem much more refreshing than she remembered from other trips. After the short interruption in the silence the party returned to the silence for the rest of the trip. The rest of the underground journey passed quickly and within the hour Ischarus pointed ahead. “It looks like it is dusk outside. That’ll work in our favor as our eyes won’t need to adjust to the bright light outside the mountains. The dimming light of the sun will help us make the next stage before we can rest once more. The trio exited the cave and emerged into the relatively thick forest that grew all along the south side of the mountain range. The tunnel they used to exit the underground was not nearly as high in altitude as the tunnel they used to enter on the other side. The clear advantage of this tunnel was the fact that their exit was immediately camouflaged to any of the denizens of Quehalost. Their exit from the bowels of the mountain was marked merely by a few birds and a particularly chattering squirrel. None of the chattering from the forest animals caused Ischarus any concern as he encouraged his companions. “We should really mount up and ride to our next resting place. We’ll make better use of the darkness on horseback, and I’m sure the horses wouldn’t mind stretching their legs with a bit of a trot or canter.” Ischarus softly rubbed Elistra’s long muzzle and even leaned in for a simply kiss just above the horse’s nostrils. ”Let’s get some distance between us and the caves, eh girl? We’ll give you a chance to stretch before we bed for the night.” As Ischarus climbed into the saddle using the proper balance necessary to bring him and his light armor balanced into position, Rhema merely smiled and with a graceful jump she leapt almost seemed to slither up the horse’s side and into the saddle. Semeion placed both hands on the saddle horn and with less grace than Rhema used his legs and arms to bring himself up. “Shauvry knows the way, Semeion. Have Thana follow as before.” Rhema took the lead once more and Ischarus and Semeion rode side-by-side behind her as they had done on the trip from Reignsburg to Scarhaus. The next little stretch of riding passed by easily and eventually they came to the spot that Ischarus desired to use as a resting point. The canopy of the forest was particularly thick and the trees seemed to provide a natural place for a rest. Ischarus nodded to Semeion to advance before him and into the secluded spot. As Semeion dug his heels into Thana’s side to get her to move ahead of Elistra, Semeion heard the sound of quick moving armor and the ring of steel from directly behind him. Rhema heard it also and spun Shauvry around in a quick circle. “What’s wrong, Ischarus?” she asked loudly over the ring of metal. When she turned she saw that Ischarus had dismounted and stood with sword and shield at the ready. Ischarus looked as though he was fully intending on ignoring Rhema’s question. The party’s sword master spoke into the darkness. “I know you’ve been following us for some time, stranger. Your lack of bathing betrays you every time we head up a hill. Come out and face me if you desire to follow us any further!” At the sound of Ischarus’ voice Semeion also spun Thana around and contemplated dismounting. Rhema saw his movement and replied, “No, Semeion. You may need to ride hard depending on what Ischarus has sensed. Stay on your mount as often as possible in Quehalost.” This last sentence was clearly more of a command than friendly advice. A hidden voice yelled a curse towards Ischarus. “May Grixanthrosiliss consume your bones, challenger!” Rhema and Semeion watched as a strange green glow seemed to appear and surround Ischarus. The green glow was absorbed by Ischarus’ armor and skin and seemed to disappear. Ischarus replied boldly as the magical effect took hold of him. “Your evil magic tricks will not work on me, hidden one. You’ll have to do better than that affect me!” A large man stepped out from behind the brush along the side of the road. “I’ll not need to do better than that, fool. You have already been affected. I will kill you first and then move on to your weaker friends which you protect.” Ischarus laughed out loud and then spoke again. He had little desire to have this come to a fight without knowing why lives were being put at stake. “Then it was a mighty pitiful affect, because I feel no different, fool. Tell me – who sent you after us. Which false king of the land do you serve?” The man steadied his large sword and held it at the level of Ischarus’ chest as he slowly closed the distance between them. “I serve the one from which you have stolen. He has given me the power to bring you to your knees.” This time it was Rhema who laughed at the man’s words. “Stealing is a word open to interpretation based on your position. But from your perspective we have stolen from many in this land to set them free in another. So tell us, of the false lords that we have stolen from, which one do you serve?” The large man focused his attention over Ischarus’ left shoulder upon Rhema. “I serve the true lord of Quehalost and soon the ruler of Enigmatica, Grixanthrosilithiss.” Semeion and Ischarus both snorted at the same time. It was Ischarus who spoke. “That sounds like a dragon’s name if I ever heard of one. But tell me, fool, who is this false lord you serve for I have never even heard of his name.” The large man smiled grimly. “You will. All will bow or be forced to feel the wrath of the lick of his flames.” Rhema smiled. “The red one, then. In fact, he was the last one we freed a servant girl from. I believe you were going to offer her up as a sacrifice!” Rhema said with a rising fire in her voice. The man growled in anger. “Then it was indeed you who stole from our master. We have felt his wrath ever since. Only tomorrow will we be free of his wrath, especially when I bring him your severed heads. Then the name of Druff will be honored with the name of Charis.” Semeion interjected, “Charis is a female name meaning grace. Are we to assume that you are Druff, then?” The man turned and leveled his sword towards Semeion. “I suppose it is only fitting that you know the name of the one who is going to slay you. Druff is my name, and Charis will be the new Provenience as our dragon father demanded in exchange for the one you stole as a sacrifice. Charis will be honored highly.” Ischarus spat at the words of the opposition. “Then you are Drakontos, then? You are the child of dragon breeding.” Semeion shot Rhema a quick glance revealing that he had no knowledge of the Drakontos in spite of his arcane studies. Rhema ignored his glance, choosing to focus on the man instead. The man smiled and added, “Indeed. The blood of dragons is in these veins, and my dragon tainted blood will relish in the spilling of your feeble human blood. The time for talk is over!” The man pulled the sword back and prepared to step forward and swing away. Ischarus was prepared for this as he had felt the man’s anger fueling his words more each time he spoke. As Druff stepped forward Ischarus held out his own blade with a quick jab. Druff easily batted the sword away and Ischarus’ half-hearted attempt to stop the battle early was spoiled. Semeion would waste no time or effort allowing the weapon wielders to trade blows. “Thin-tok” he spoke with purpose. The familiar light blue energy ball formed between his palm and his outstretched fingers and shot forth to strike Druff. The ball dodged to the left of Ischarus and then jerked to the right again to strike the enemy in the chest. The Drakontos grimaced at the pain but continued his attack against Ischarus. Rhema knew that charming the Drakontos was a risky maneuver, especially since the green glow had seemingly taken effect upon Ischarus’ ability to fight. She lifted a finger to her head once again and focused hard on the opposition in much the same way that she had done against the gnoll shaman’s spider pet underground. As she focused, Druff released the handle of his weapon and it fell hard to the ground. His hands shot toward his head and gripped them while his face contorted in writhing pain. After what seemed to be an eternity of pain, the Drakontos dropped completely to the ground. Rhema looked on with deep concern as he dropped to the ground. Rhema looked on with concern. “Ischarus … he’s not … is he?” Her breaths became shallow as Ischarus stowed his sword to check on Druff’s status. Ischarus cautiously knelt beside the Drakontos and took off one of his own gauntlets. He held his hand over the mouth of the Drakontos and looked up to Rhema. “He is breathing, rest easy. You have not killed him.” Rhema interrupted Ischarus as he tried to calm her down. “It was just that … with the green glow and everything … and he seemed to turn aside your strike so easily …” Ischarus raised an outstretched hand up to Rhema indicating for her to remain quiet. “Semeion, could you bring me some of the rope that Elistra carries? I’d get it myself but I don’t want to turn my back on Druff, here.” Semeion nodded and dismounted. As he brought Ischarus the rope he caught the fighter’s eyes and asked, “You know about the Drakontos? I have never heard of them. And he looked so human!” Ischarus smiled and looked down to Druff. “I suppose in a manner of speaking, Druff and I are a strange sort of family, Semeion. Because I bet you think I look human, too. Semeion gave Ischarus a puzzled glance but didn’t address him further. Instead, Ischarus continued his explanation. “The Drakontos are a race created by dragons to serve the dragon, love the dragon, or fear the dragon depending on what type of dragon it is. The evil dragons find the human race pliable enough to reproduce with them and taint their hearts toward evil. Sure, the first generation and second generation of dragon born have a more ghastly draconic presence. Often they have horns – or even bony frill coming up out of their skull. They are far stronger than humans, but they are also much more stubborn and less able to master a variety of purposes. When these dragon born are reintroduced into human society and bred with more humans, eventually the dragon bloodline is diluted enough that the noticeable differences fade.” Semeion studied Ischarus’ face hard as he spoke. Once he had finished speaking, Ischarus went to work on tying Druff up and inserting a gag into his mouth so that he was able to breath through his nose but unable to alert anyone through the night. As Ischarus worked, Semeion continued to ask Ischarus of the dragon blooded. “And you are one of these dragon born? You mean that somewhere back in your heritage is the same red dragon that bore Druff’s ancestors?” Ischarus chuckled slightly. “No, Semeion. Fortunately I was not given that fate. Most Drakontos born to evil dragons live a life of personal enslavement. So long as they are useful to the dragon they are allowed to live. As they age, they are often offered up as sacrifices before they can become feeble. The evil dragon societies are adept at brainwashing these Drakontos that it is better to return to the master through his stomach than to die a useless form on the earth. Rather than be a burden on their society, they become food.” “And this is what is to become of Charis? She will become food? We’ve got to do something!” Rhema spoke up and asserted her opinion after being silent for some time. “That’s the Semeion I knew was inside. That’s the fire that drives us through the mountain each and every time. Now you understand.” Before Semeion could respond to Rhema, Ischarus answered Semeion’s most recent assertion. “Unfortunately, death would be more welcome than what she is to become. She is to be their new Provenience. Charis will be the mother of the dragon’s next round of dragon born. She will bear the children of the red dragon she serves under until he is finished with her services. Once she is beyond childbearing age she will be consumed and the people will hold a great festival in her honor. She is brainwashed into bearing clutches of four to five dragon blooded children each time. The stress on her body will be incredible. And all of her children will in turn bear more and more children.” “But, why does the red dragon need more? If his whole tribe is dragon blooded, they should not loose the concentration of blood in their line. They should be able to simply reproduce and maintain what the dragon desires.” Rhema sighed heavily and Ischarus shot her a hard glance. “Unfortunately, we are held at least partially responsible. The dragon must have been angry with his people and demanded a sacrifice. When we rescued the last sacrifice the dragon must have demanded a young virgin. By allowing us to free that sacrifice the dragon most likely became incensed. The people don’t know it, but they are about to become exterminated – or at least reduced in numbers greatly. The people have failed their dragon once too often and the red must think it is time to start over.” A silence was cast across the party as Ischarus finished his work. The horse that Druff had been using to follow the trio had begun to make movements in the brush and Rhema was alerted to the noise. “I’ll go retrieve it,” she added with a nod and she turned Shauvry in that general direction. “You two finish up. I think Semeion has another question.” Ischarus looked up to Semeion, who asked, “So, if you are a Drakontos, then you escaped?” Ischarus shook his in return. “No, my master was not an evil dragon. He is a great silver dragon. He did not create us to be his slaves, but rather he created us to help bring a utopian society into existence. He knew that the hearts of humans strayed as often to evil as to good. Perhaps they stray more to evil than to good. My father dragon believes that the noblest way to guide the world is through the creation of us as his servants. He raises us and cares for us and sends us into the world to make a difference. We are his agents of change and good in the world. One day after prayer my own dragon father decided to send one of his servants into Quehalost to observe the dangers growing in the land. Of course, my dragon father was particularly afraid of the growing draconic strength. That was my very first mission and I have come back ever since. I do not target the dragons and their Drakontos society specifically; but I would also be lying if I told you that I do not seek every opportunity to save a Drakontos from the grips of the evil from their own dragon father.” Semeion nodded as he tried to absorb all of the new information. It seemed nearly inconceivable that this man before him was Drakontos and knew a silver dragon personally. As his mouth hung slightly agape, Rhema returned with the fourth horse. She smirked knowing that Ischarus had startled Semeion with his story. Ischarus stood, lifting Druff from the ground. “Come, we should rest while Druff is unconscious. His horse will be useful, especially if we are able to rescue Charis. I believe that should be our goal. If we stop the red from mating with Charis we will have interfered substantially. Your dragon father would be proud.” Weary from the journey, the new information, and the combat the party headed in silence to the alcove where they established a quick watch and prepared to sleep the night away.[/Sblock] [/QUOTE]
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