Elrick
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Interlude 1 The Previous Day
[DM: While we're still waiting for Mordane to post his actions, I going to post the first of many interludes to help keep your interest. Something along the lines that Tokiwong does for his games. Enjoy]
Interlude 1: on the Previous day…
7th of Deepkolt (Feb), 389 AC
Levexiskthurkear, also called Star, was exhausted. Her bruised and bleeding body was currently chained to the ground near a draconian camp in the foothills of Everwinter Peak, close to the village of Cold Creek…
The previous evening she had left her eggs for a short time to go hunting, as they would be hatching soon and very hungry when at last they emerged, she hoped to have several plump elk for her brood’s first meal waiting for them. It was while flying above the village at dusk when the draconians attacked. As she flew over a copse of trees, grapples had been fired at her, many missed, but a few found their mark and yanked her from the sky. Both of her wings were broken in an instant and she came crashing into the trees near a forest clearing, suffering further injuries. Dazed, it was a few moments before she realized the draconians were swarming over her body bearing heavy iron chains to quickly bound her to the earth. The draconians had obviously done this before, they quickly secured her head first and were careful to stay out range where she could use her breath weapon. They secured her claws and tail so she could not lash at them. She was being quickly and efficiently rendered helpless. Only one of the draconians was brave enough to stand in her field of vision, albeit safely out of range, a large silvery Sivak draconian stood before her impassively gazing as his troops secured his captive. The Sivak was lightly armored, wearing little more then a chain shirt and kilt, a great sword was strapped to his back between his wings and he held a great longbow with an arrow loosely nocked. His most notable feature, however, was a scar on the right-side of his face, the puckered wound went from his forehead through his eye socket and down his cheek. Star glared balefully at the magically corrupted member of her race, focusing all her attention upon him, she summoned a spell that would make him her willing servant. As the magical energy settled down about him he began to laugh, his draconic heritage gave him resistance to her magic.
"Greetings Levexiskthurkear”, he spoke in the language of dragons. Switching to common he continued. “ I am so glad you could except my invitation. I am Commander Kurn, and this is what is left of the First Dragon Army’s Recon Division, though now we are self-employed.” Commander Kurn give a sickening grin which twisted his facial scare horrendously. “I find myself in a unique position. You are, of course, aware of the recent rumors of monstrously large dragons hunting down their lesser brethren. My company and I have been gainfully employed by one such beast, a black dragon called Sable, to track down possible dragon lairs. And so when I heard stories of a silver dragon, with a brood of eggs, I just had to come. You and your eggs will be of great interest to Sable, she has quite a passion for experimentation, I’m sure she will reward us greatly for your eggs.”
“No!” shrieked Star, at last compelled to speak, “Leave my babies alone!” At this Star began to thrash around to escape her chains, but she realized in listening to the Sivak she had given the draconians time to finish the job of securing her, she was trapped.
“Commander!” just then a burnished Bozak came gliding down from the direction of Everwinter peak. He came to a smooth landing beside Kurn. “Sir, we’ve searched the silver’s lair, and there’s no sign of any nest or eggs.”
"They are there Brunt.” Snarled Kurn, whirling towards his subordinate. “Rip the place apart until you’ve found them!” Kurn then turned back towards Star. “Well, it seems we will have to keep you alive a little longer. At least until you tell me where to find your eggs.”
Star began to struggle once again…
That had been yesterday evening, this afternoon, Star was to exhausted to continue. Her struggles all-night had been in vain, and now she was too tired to even try her magic or shapeshift. Her broken wings were a constant agony, and the wounds on her body, were broken trees had plowed furrows into her hide, still wept blood. Star knew she was slowly dying, and soon her babies would hatch, unaware of the threat they faced and wondering where their mother was...
[DM: While we're still waiting for Mordane to post his actions, I going to post the first of many interludes to help keep your interest. Something along the lines that Tokiwong does for his games. Enjoy]
Interlude 1: on the Previous day…
7th of Deepkolt (Feb), 389 AC
Levexiskthurkear, also called Star, was exhausted. Her bruised and bleeding body was currently chained to the ground near a draconian camp in the foothills of Everwinter Peak, close to the village of Cold Creek…
The previous evening she had left her eggs for a short time to go hunting, as they would be hatching soon and very hungry when at last they emerged, she hoped to have several plump elk for her brood’s first meal waiting for them. It was while flying above the village at dusk when the draconians attacked. As she flew over a copse of trees, grapples had been fired at her, many missed, but a few found their mark and yanked her from the sky. Both of her wings were broken in an instant and she came crashing into the trees near a forest clearing, suffering further injuries. Dazed, it was a few moments before she realized the draconians were swarming over her body bearing heavy iron chains to quickly bound her to the earth. The draconians had obviously done this before, they quickly secured her head first and were careful to stay out range where she could use her breath weapon. They secured her claws and tail so she could not lash at them. She was being quickly and efficiently rendered helpless. Only one of the draconians was brave enough to stand in her field of vision, albeit safely out of range, a large silvery Sivak draconian stood before her impassively gazing as his troops secured his captive. The Sivak was lightly armored, wearing little more then a chain shirt and kilt, a great sword was strapped to his back between his wings and he held a great longbow with an arrow loosely nocked. His most notable feature, however, was a scar on the right-side of his face, the puckered wound went from his forehead through his eye socket and down his cheek. Star glared balefully at the magically corrupted member of her race, focusing all her attention upon him, she summoned a spell that would make him her willing servant. As the magical energy settled down about him he began to laugh, his draconic heritage gave him resistance to her magic.
"Greetings Levexiskthurkear”, he spoke in the language of dragons. Switching to common he continued. “ I am so glad you could except my invitation. I am Commander Kurn, and this is what is left of the First Dragon Army’s Recon Division, though now we are self-employed.” Commander Kurn give a sickening grin which twisted his facial scare horrendously. “I find myself in a unique position. You are, of course, aware of the recent rumors of monstrously large dragons hunting down their lesser brethren. My company and I have been gainfully employed by one such beast, a black dragon called Sable, to track down possible dragon lairs. And so when I heard stories of a silver dragon, with a brood of eggs, I just had to come. You and your eggs will be of great interest to Sable, she has quite a passion for experimentation, I’m sure she will reward us greatly for your eggs.”
“No!” shrieked Star, at last compelled to speak, “Leave my babies alone!” At this Star began to thrash around to escape her chains, but she realized in listening to the Sivak she had given the draconians time to finish the job of securing her, she was trapped.
“Commander!” just then a burnished Bozak came gliding down from the direction of Everwinter peak. He came to a smooth landing beside Kurn. “Sir, we’ve searched the silver’s lair, and there’s no sign of any nest or eggs.”
"They are there Brunt.” Snarled Kurn, whirling towards his subordinate. “Rip the place apart until you’ve found them!” Kurn then turned back towards Star. “Well, it seems we will have to keep you alive a little longer. At least until you tell me where to find your eggs.”
Star began to struggle once again…
That had been yesterday evening, this afternoon, Star was to exhausted to continue. Her struggles all-night had been in vain, and now she was too tired to even try her magic or shapeshift. Her broken wings were a constant agony, and the wounds on her body, were broken trees had plowed furrows into her hide, still wept blood. Star knew she was slowly dying, and soon her babies would hatch, unaware of the threat they faced and wondering where their mother was...
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