Dungeon Raiders: The Wolf's Den

[tuxgeo]

Aeiyan tries to work the dagger free from the hands and chest of the modestly-dressed skeleton. "More weapons might come in handy," he explains quietly, figuring that anyone who is interested would be wondering what he intends.

 

[Shayuri]

"No one really knows what happens to dragons at the end of their natural lives," Sulannus reflects. "They outlive empires, entire civilizations, unless killed. I read a treatise by a sage who had studied the eldest of wyrms in history, who believed that dragons that live thousands of years don't die even then. Rather, they become so large, and sleep for so long...that they simply start to grow into the earth. The dirt washes in around them, and they become mountain peaks, or towering hills...sleeping the centuries away, beneath rivers and forests and perhaps even towns and cities."

The elf wizardess shrugs at that and glances at Swift. "What do you have there?"

 

[Leif]

Swift, halfling rogue

"What? This?" Swift shows Sullanus the folded piece of paper and the rusty key. "See what sense you can make of it," he continues, handing her the folded paper and the rusty key.

 

[Jimmy Disco T]

Tock listened, fascinated, to the conversation between Sulannus and Rejik. He had not been with the group long and had already seen things he had never even dreamed of - feats of magic, ancient curses, the walking dead. And now this talk of immortal dragons... he barely notices as Aeyian kneels beside him and frees the dagger from the skeleton's ribcage.

He seems slightly disappointed as Swift interrupts Sulannus.

"Ah, yes, the note. Perhaps a clue as to the identity of this man, and why he took his own life."

Tock moves closer to Sulannus, eager to see what the note reads and what she might make of it's contents.

 

[Shayuri]

Sulannus turns the key over in her hand, then gives Tock a dark look and steps a little away before turning her attention to the note.

 

[wedgeski]

"No one really knows what happens to dragons at the end of their natural lives," Sulannus reflects. "They outlive empires, entire civilizations, unless killed. I read a treatise by a sage who had studied the eldest of wyrms in history, who believed that dragons that live thousands of years don't die even then. Rather, they become so large, and sleep for so long...that they simply start to grow into the earth. The dirt washes in around them, and they become mountain peaks, or towering hills...sleeping the centuries away, beneath rivers and forests and perhaps even towns and cities."

"They're not gods. Poetry doesn't change that. Men use them for war...they ride them into war. Just another battering ram. Ah, hell.." He trails off, his expression dark.

 

[Kobold Stew]

Barteby remains in the corridor, wary for any predators approaching.

 

[Leif]

Swift, halfling rogue

"What do you make of that key, Sulannus?"

 

[tuxgeo]

While waiting for the note to be read, Aeiyan finishes his efforts to work the dagger free from the sitting skeleton.

OOC: If a STR check is needed, here it is -- [roll0]

 

[Shayuri]

"Hmmm" Sulannus hmmmed. She looked at both the key, and the note again, as if waiting for some kind of revelation from a source beyond sight or sound, who could tell her what her own eyes were seeing and offer some kind of meaning or context to them.

(OOC - Oh GM? )