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<blockquote data-quote="Cafu" data-source="post: 6562602" data-attributes="member: 6692807"><p>I blinked wearily at the darkness around me. This may have been the cave that had acted as an entrance to Trilla’s dream plane but I couldn’t be sure. Everything was different: no crystal dragons for a start; no pools of acid either. However, moments after, I was distracted from my recollections as Longhelim gently lowered Victor’s body to the ground, where Felix began to examine him carefully. </p><p></p><p>Drudge suddenly exclaimed: </p><p></p><p>“There! Look!”</p><p></p><p>We all turned in the direction where he pointed; Freedom’s dagger was lying on the ground. That seemed to be the only thing that had remained with us once the dream plane had ceased to be; or since Trilla had woken up; or since Freedom had perished and Trilla had breathed on the Torch and lifted some curse from herself. I was beginning to get a headache from all the ramifications of what we had seen and done and what had been real and what had been a dream but I hoped that at least the danger of the trillith had been removed, if at least temporarily. I wished that Trilla had stayed with us so I could ask her some questions but there was no sign of the great Golden Dragon. </p><p></p><p>John spoke quietly to Felix: </p><p></p><p>“Is your spell still up? The one that sees people and items as they truly are? If so, can you look at this dagger please? Is it safe to pick up?”</p><p></p><p>The priest glanced over and nodded absentmindedly; then he began to examine Victor again. John scooped up the dagger gingerly. </p><p></p><p>I was still in the form of a gelugon, healing slowly; everyone else was beginning to fasten their clothes and armour except for Felix who was still with Victor. Then he sighed gently and spoke quietly: </p><p></p><p>“He will need the most powerful magic of all.”</p><p></p><p>Looking around, Longhelim said: </p><p></p><p>“I have to say, this cave seems the safest place for the time being. We are so deep underground that no one knows we are here. Felix, would you be able to commune with your god and pray for your miracles from here?”</p><p></p><p>The priest just shrugged and began to take off his back pack and lay down some blankets, obviously fully intending to set up some sort of camp. The others followed suit and soon we had a little encampment set up. It didn’t take very long; thankfully, it did take long enough for me to recover my health; my skull had knitted together, my muscles were whole again and the deep dagger wounds were no longer there. With a contended sigh, I turned back to my true form of a dwarf. My head and body still hurt but even that was fading. </p><p></p><p>Just as we were settling down, I heard a slight sound from nearby; for once, I seemed to be the only one who heard it so I motioned to the others to be still. With long practice, they complied immediately; there was another sound and this time, we all heard it: it was a little snuffling sound, like a small animal. Carefully, Drudge stalked into the darkness and stopped, pointing his bow at something. Longhelim moved forward, his Torch suddenly illuminating the area and within a little hollow in the rocks, a small creature. </p><p></p><p>Voice a little high in surprise, Drudge spoke: </p><p></p><p>“It’s a baby!”</p><p></p><p>I started in surprise; a baby? In a cave so far underground that I couldn’t even guess the distance? </p><p></p><p>Then Felix confirmed the statement with authority: </p><p></p><p>“Yes, it is a baby!”</p><p></p><p>I realised that he still must have his spell up; the one previously mentioned by John; and he had looked at the baby and confirmed its form. </p><p></p><p>We all looked a little non-plussed; this was not something we were prepared to deal with. Despite what Felix had said, we kept our distance from the little person; then I sighed; it was one of these situations where the first person to pick it up also assumed responsibility for it. So, I moved forward, bent down and examined this new development. The first thing that happened was that one of its hands shot up and grasped my beard and giving it a good tug. It may not have looked big but it was still painful. </p><p></p><p>John started laughing and said: </p><p></p><p>“I like it already!”</p><p></p><p>I shouted back: </p><p></p><p>“It’s a her and she’s got eyes of gold.”</p><p></p><p>That quieted everyone. We didn’t know what it meant but it couldn’t have been a coincidence. So, I pulled out a blanket, gently swathed our newest addition and then moved back to the camp. </p><p></p><p>In the light, we could all see her golden eyes; we could also see she was very small; she was also beginning to fuss a little. </p><p></p><p>A little desperately, I turned to the others: </p><p></p><p>“Does anyone have any milk? I think she’s hungry and going to start wailing any minute. I don’t think she’s big enough to drink anything but milk.”</p><p></p><p>All the others shook their heads and John said: </p><p></p><p>“Sorry; I carry a lot of things around with me but milk is not one of them.”</p><p></p><p>Then he smirked: </p><p></p><p>“Maybe I should for the next time we find one of your babies…….”</p><p></p><p>I shot him a look: </p><p></p><p>“This is not a good time, John. There is no way we’ll be able to stay here tonight; she has to be fed. Otherwise, she’ll be screaming all night and no one is going to get any rest.”</p><p></p><p>John looked a little unhappy and said: </p><p></p><p>“This is a very safe place; isn’t there any way we can keep her quiet?”</p><p></p><p>Rather shortly, because she was beginning to wail, I replied: </p><p></p><p>“Yes, by feeding her. Anyone have any ideas? Unless anyone can think of a different solution, we need a wet nurse; and the closest place I can think for one of those must be Gate Pass. </p><p></p><p>Felix, did you say you had one transport spell left?”</p><p></p><p>The priest nodded. </p><p></p><p>Longhelim spoke at this point: </p><p></p><p>“All right; I know, we would all rather have stayed here and maybe even had a little holiday in this cave but it looks as if that’s not going to happen. So, we’ll go back to Gate Pass. Felix, I think the underground church will best. Hopefully, we’ll be able to ask someone for a wet nurse there.”</p><p></p><p>He had to say that last bit a little louder as the baby was now in full cry and making it quite clear that she needed feeding; in the way babies usually did. </p><p></p><p>So we picked up our gear and then Felix cast his spell. The baby suddenly clammed up.</p><p></p><p>This time, we arrived in the chamber of the underground church; there was someone there, a young boy, who immediately ran off to announce our arrival. Within moments, several people arrived, all full of questions. Before we answered any of them, Longhelim spoke to the eldest there, a crone who seemed to be ever present and ever watchful: </p><p></p><p>“My lady, we need a wet nurse.”</p><p></p><p>Silently, she looked at us and then walked off. After that, we begun to set up our camp in this underground chamber; it reminded me of the first time we had done this, such a long time ago, just after the first Ragesian attack on the city. Then, this space was full of people, refugees in their own city, after the attack when the red dragon first made its presence known. I remembered that peculiar incident, when a group of youths had been influenced to bait a young half orc girl. For a moment, I wondered what had befallen all the players in that little drama; then I realised that they were probably all dead. I couldn’t quite remember just who was influencing the band of youths to behave that way but no matter……</p><p></p><p>By the time I had finished my wool gathering, we had set up our sleeping arrangements. Everyone else was doing the same; it seemed as if this room was still fulfilling the same purpose. Then, as we finished, the crone returned with a young lady and introduced her: </p><p></p><p>“This is Eleanor; she’ll do for what you want.”</p><p></p><p>Eleanor looked like a sensible young woman; she was dressed in typical clothes for Gate Pass; a long warm skirt and a long sleeved blouse. Her hair was tied back. She was attractive rather than beautiful and obviously strong. She had brown hair and blue eyes and her hands had obviously known manual labour; in other words a typical Gate Pass dweller. </p><p></p><p>We had left the baby on the table; it was fussing quite strongly now and looked ready to start screaming any moment. </p><p></p><p>Eleanor took one look at her and exclaimed: </p><p></p><p>“Oooh it’s adorable! What’s its name?”</p><p></p><p>I looked at the others in a slight panic; when no one answered for an instant, I replied: </p><p></p><p>“Daisy!”</p><p></p><p>John whipped his head around at me and mouthed incredulously: </p><p></p><p>“Daisy Dragon?”</p><p></p><p>Then he just shook his head and seemed to be stifling laughter. </p><p></p><p>In the meantime, Eleanor had picked her up and was speaking to her, yet asking questions of us at the same time: </p><p></p><p>“Daisy, Daisy, what a lovely name. So, where is your mother then? Are you hungry? You look hungry; and you need changing. Do you have nappies?”</p><p></p><p>I looked around a little helplessly until the crone got up and shuffled out again. Then I whispered to Longhelim: </p><p></p><p>“I think she needs a little privacy to feed the baby.”</p><p></p><p>John quickly got up and set up a little private area consisting of a blanket suspended like a curtain and Eleanor immediately retired behind it. Moments later, the crone returned with some cloth. When she saw the blanket, I saw her with an approving look for the first time. Then she stuck her head behind the curtain and there was a whispered conversation. Daisy’s fussing stilled. </p><p></p><p>We continued to get ready to sleep. Some while later, Eleanor emerged with a sleeping baby in her arms. She approached and said quietly: </p><p></p><p>“So, where is the mother? This is a beautiful child with the most unusual eyes.”</p><p></p><p>This time, it John who replied: </p><p></p><p>“Her mother is…..Lady Syana Aurea, who has entrusted her to our care. She will return but in the meantime we will see to her needs; with your help we hope? We will of course provide for you as you expect.”</p><p></p><p>She looked at us and then the sleeping child: </p><p></p><p>“I know who you are of course; everyone in Gate Pass does. You may have enough power to shake the very earth itself but you have no idea how to take care of her. Yes, I will stay with her but I will need own baby with me.”</p><p></p><p>John enquired gently: </p><p></p><p>“And your husband?”</p><p></p><p>“Dead. The dragon dropped a stone wall on him,” was the flat reply. “One of the reasons I am doing this is because you skewered that hell beast!”</p><p></p><p>Longhelim spoke at this point: </p><p></p><p>“Please join us here. We are about to rest but as is our custom, we will have watches; we always have watches; and…….Daisy is so very precious to us.”</p><p></p><p>So, we rested the night. Thankfully, there were no disturbances.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Cafu, post: 6562602, member: 6692807"] I blinked wearily at the darkness around me. This may have been the cave that had acted as an entrance to Trilla’s dream plane but I couldn’t be sure. Everything was different: no crystal dragons for a start; no pools of acid either. However, moments after, I was distracted from my recollections as Longhelim gently lowered Victor’s body to the ground, where Felix began to examine him carefully. Drudge suddenly exclaimed: “There! Look!” We all turned in the direction where he pointed; Freedom’s dagger was lying on the ground. That seemed to be the only thing that had remained with us once the dream plane had ceased to be; or since Trilla had woken up; or since Freedom had perished and Trilla had breathed on the Torch and lifted some curse from herself. I was beginning to get a headache from all the ramifications of what we had seen and done and what had been real and what had been a dream but I hoped that at least the danger of the trillith had been removed, if at least temporarily. I wished that Trilla had stayed with us so I could ask her some questions but there was no sign of the great Golden Dragon. John spoke quietly to Felix: “Is your spell still up? The one that sees people and items as they truly are? If so, can you look at this dagger please? Is it safe to pick up?” The priest glanced over and nodded absentmindedly; then he began to examine Victor again. John scooped up the dagger gingerly. I was still in the form of a gelugon, healing slowly; everyone else was beginning to fasten their clothes and armour except for Felix who was still with Victor. Then he sighed gently and spoke quietly: “He will need the most powerful magic of all.” Looking around, Longhelim said: “I have to say, this cave seems the safest place for the time being. We are so deep underground that no one knows we are here. Felix, would you be able to commune with your god and pray for your miracles from here?” The priest just shrugged and began to take off his back pack and lay down some blankets, obviously fully intending to set up some sort of camp. The others followed suit and soon we had a little encampment set up. It didn’t take very long; thankfully, it did take long enough for me to recover my health; my skull had knitted together, my muscles were whole again and the deep dagger wounds were no longer there. With a contended sigh, I turned back to my true form of a dwarf. My head and body still hurt but even that was fading. Just as we were settling down, I heard a slight sound from nearby; for once, I seemed to be the only one who heard it so I motioned to the others to be still. With long practice, they complied immediately; there was another sound and this time, we all heard it: it was a little snuffling sound, like a small animal. Carefully, Drudge stalked into the darkness and stopped, pointing his bow at something. Longhelim moved forward, his Torch suddenly illuminating the area and within a little hollow in the rocks, a small creature. Voice a little high in surprise, Drudge spoke: “It’s a baby!” I started in surprise; a baby? In a cave so far underground that I couldn’t even guess the distance? Then Felix confirmed the statement with authority: “Yes, it is a baby!” I realised that he still must have his spell up; the one previously mentioned by John; and he had looked at the baby and confirmed its form. We all looked a little non-plussed; this was not something we were prepared to deal with. Despite what Felix had said, we kept our distance from the little person; then I sighed; it was one of these situations where the first person to pick it up also assumed responsibility for it. So, I moved forward, bent down and examined this new development. The first thing that happened was that one of its hands shot up and grasped my beard and giving it a good tug. It may not have looked big but it was still painful. John started laughing and said: “I like it already!” I shouted back: “It’s a her and she’s got eyes of gold.” That quieted everyone. We didn’t know what it meant but it couldn’t have been a coincidence. So, I pulled out a blanket, gently swathed our newest addition and then moved back to the camp. In the light, we could all see her golden eyes; we could also see she was very small; she was also beginning to fuss a little. A little desperately, I turned to the others: “Does anyone have any milk? I think she’s hungry and going to start wailing any minute. I don’t think she’s big enough to drink anything but milk.” All the others shook their heads and John said: “Sorry; I carry a lot of things around with me but milk is not one of them.” Then he smirked: “Maybe I should for the next time we find one of your babies…….” I shot him a look: “This is not a good time, John. There is no way we’ll be able to stay here tonight; she has to be fed. Otherwise, she’ll be screaming all night and no one is going to get any rest.” John looked a little unhappy and said: “This is a very safe place; isn’t there any way we can keep her quiet?” Rather shortly, because she was beginning to wail, I replied: “Yes, by feeding her. Anyone have any ideas? Unless anyone can think of a different solution, we need a wet nurse; and the closest place I can think for one of those must be Gate Pass. Felix, did you say you had one transport spell left?” The priest nodded. Longhelim spoke at this point: “All right; I know, we would all rather have stayed here and maybe even had a little holiday in this cave but it looks as if that’s not going to happen. So, we’ll go back to Gate Pass. Felix, I think the underground church will best. Hopefully, we’ll be able to ask someone for a wet nurse there.” He had to say that last bit a little louder as the baby was now in full cry and making it quite clear that she needed feeding; in the way babies usually did. So we picked up our gear and then Felix cast his spell. The baby suddenly clammed up. This time, we arrived in the chamber of the underground church; there was someone there, a young boy, who immediately ran off to announce our arrival. Within moments, several people arrived, all full of questions. Before we answered any of them, Longhelim spoke to the eldest there, a crone who seemed to be ever present and ever watchful: “My lady, we need a wet nurse.” Silently, she looked at us and then walked off. After that, we begun to set up our camp in this underground chamber; it reminded me of the first time we had done this, such a long time ago, just after the first Ragesian attack on the city. Then, this space was full of people, refugees in their own city, after the attack when the red dragon first made its presence known. I remembered that peculiar incident, when a group of youths had been influenced to bait a young half orc girl. For a moment, I wondered what had befallen all the players in that little drama; then I realised that they were probably all dead. I couldn’t quite remember just who was influencing the band of youths to behave that way but no matter…… By the time I had finished my wool gathering, we had set up our sleeping arrangements. Everyone else was doing the same; it seemed as if this room was still fulfilling the same purpose. Then, as we finished, the crone returned with a young lady and introduced her: “This is Eleanor; she’ll do for what you want.” Eleanor looked like a sensible young woman; she was dressed in typical clothes for Gate Pass; a long warm skirt and a long sleeved blouse. Her hair was tied back. She was attractive rather than beautiful and obviously strong. She had brown hair and blue eyes and her hands had obviously known manual labour; in other words a typical Gate Pass dweller. We had left the baby on the table; it was fussing quite strongly now and looked ready to start screaming any moment. Eleanor took one look at her and exclaimed: “Oooh it’s adorable! What’s its name?” I looked at the others in a slight panic; when no one answered for an instant, I replied: “Daisy!” John whipped his head around at me and mouthed incredulously: “Daisy Dragon?” Then he just shook his head and seemed to be stifling laughter. In the meantime, Eleanor had picked her up and was speaking to her, yet asking questions of us at the same time: “Daisy, Daisy, what a lovely name. So, where is your mother then? Are you hungry? You look hungry; and you need changing. Do you have nappies?” I looked around a little helplessly until the crone got up and shuffled out again. Then I whispered to Longhelim: “I think she needs a little privacy to feed the baby.” John quickly got up and set up a little private area consisting of a blanket suspended like a curtain and Eleanor immediately retired behind it. Moments later, the crone returned with some cloth. When she saw the blanket, I saw her with an approving look for the first time. Then she stuck her head behind the curtain and there was a whispered conversation. Daisy’s fussing stilled. We continued to get ready to sleep. Some while later, Eleanor emerged with a sleeping baby in her arms. She approached and said quietly: “So, where is the mother? This is a beautiful child with the most unusual eyes.” This time, it John who replied: “Her mother is…..Lady Syana Aurea, who has entrusted her to our care. She will return but in the meantime we will see to her needs; with your help we hope? We will of course provide for you as you expect.” She looked at us and then the sleeping child: “I know who you are of course; everyone in Gate Pass does. You may have enough power to shake the very earth itself but you have no idea how to take care of her. Yes, I will stay with her but I will need own baby with me.” John enquired gently: “And your husband?” “Dead. The dragon dropped a stone wall on him,” was the flat reply. “One of the reasons I am doing this is because you skewered that hell beast!” Longhelim spoke at this point: “Please join us here. We are about to rest but as is our custom, we will have watches; we always have watches; and…….Daisy is so very precious to us.” So, we rested the night. Thankfully, there were no disturbances. 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