A Tale of Two Dragons

[Krug]

The dwarf takes another swig. "Yes, I did hear this call, which is why I am here too. Homebound as a dwarf I thought I would be the rest of my days, a guardian of my clan, but 'tis was not to be! Those closest to me wondered if I had gone mad or eating too much stonegum, but here I am, answering this ... REQUEST to be here!"

 

[Harvey]

Penthar Danadin, Aglarondan Griffonrider

Penthar begins to mull things over alound. "Hmmm. to be able to send a call to all of us, across the far corners of Faerun... I wonder how powerful this dragon is?" He continues to drink his ale as he sits pensive for a moment or two.

 

[Harvey]

Penthar Danadin, Aglarondan Griffonrider

As Penthar gestures to Old Sal to order another ale, he turns to Zithran. "So, Zithran, you're a traveler. Any interesting stories? I' m sure you've seen your fair share in Faerun..."

 

[Lefferts]

Zithran starts to speak, Well, I'm not much of a story teller, but let me tell you about a priest of Cyric named Drav. I first ran into him in the city of Asbravn, which is in the Sunset Vale. I had been drawn there by stories of untimely deaths, something I felt Kelemvor would not approve of. After some time, I figured out that the source of the deaths was a magical poison that resisted divination attempts. It had been put into one of the city wells. I watched the well many nights along with some of the Red Cloaks, the city's militia, until one night we saw someone pour something into the well. It was Drav. We surrounded him, and took him into custody, but the next day he was broken out of jail by some Zhents. Many militia souls were taken by Kelemvor that day. Drav has tried to kill me twice since that time in Asbravn, but has been unsuccessful, as you can see."

 

[silentspace]

Faelar listens to Zithran's tale, and wonders if it is related to their summons. Could this thing with the dragons be tied to the Zhentarim? It could be, or to another of Faerun's dark power groups.

He looks over to Penthar to gauge his reaction. At first, Faelar thought this was somehow tied to the Simbul, as it was she who sent Penthar and him on this mission. But now he sees that others have been drawn from all over Faerun.

 

[Ferrix]

As the tale is spun the door clatters open and a chill breeze is carried past a large stranger, wearing a gallant white cape which twists and falls to the floor around him. The creature, as he is less man than many in these parts, ducks his head as he enters, his large frame shifting with the rustle of scales. As he enters the light, icy-white scales glitter and bounce the light back in odd patterns around the room, although it fades away momentarily. Violet eyes look at you from behind a scaled face that bears the distinct resemblance to an elf's, sharp features and tall ears, although a sharp grin easily separates this creature from his kin.

As he walks in the door swings shut behind him, and he clicks across the floor, all eyes drawn to him. Approaching the bar he tests a stool and then sits, it creaking slightly under his weight, a smooth voice as sharp as any bards and with the power of a dragon spills out from behind a set of sharp teeth, "a mulled wine, something with some spice to it."

 

[Lefferts]

Zithran wonders if this new arrival is the one who called the group together.

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

Old Sal smiles quietly, knowingly at the newcomer. She speaks softly to him, as though they are old, good friends. "A mulled wine, friend? Aye, comin' right up." As she turns to get the drink, she flashes a toothy grin at the icy creature. Her own grin, though on a smaller scale, bears a striking resemblance to the creature in the white cape.

 

[Harvey]

Penthar Danadin, Aglarondan Griffonrider

Penthar listens to Zithran's story with great interest. It is obvious that he loves to hear a good story. After the story, Penthar mutters "Looks like we were called from all over Faerun. But for what purpose?"

Penthar takes note of the new stranger that enters. "Take a gander, all. Looks like we might have another joining our party soon enough, whether he be host or guest, who can say. We must all be sticking out like sore thumbs in this tavern here."

He calls out to the new arrival. "Sir! Good sir! Might we ask you to join us?"

 

[Harvey]

Penthar Danadin, Aglarondan Griffonrider

After waiting for a few minutes, which to him seem like 2 days, Penthar mutters to the group "guess he didn't hear me..." He calls out again to the scaled man (or creature) at the bar. "I said, Good sir! Might we ask you to join us?"

OOC: Bump