A Tale of Two Dragons

[Rae ArdGaoth]

It was already late evening when everybody arrived (at the same time... coincidence?) and now that it has been a few hours, many of the commoners have returned to their homes, getting some sleep before the early morning drudgeries. Only a few tavern-goers are left, and one of them is drunk as a dwarf. Old Sal's barkeep duties have lessened considerably. Quietly, she gestures to her barmaid to come to her. The old woman whispers in the younger one's ear, both nod, and the barmaid stays behind the bar while Old Sal retreats into the back.

A split second later, you hear: <Come to me. It is I who called you. Come.> Though you don't quite understand how, you know that the voice is calling from somewhere outside, behind the tavern.

 

[Krug]

Brak holds his waraxe tightly and looks around the table. "Did you hear that?" He starts to exit the tavern, eager to find the source of the voice that has led him away from his Dwarven home.

 

[Harvey]

Penthar Danadin, Aglarondan Griffonrider

"Aye, I heard it too" Penthar remarks as he stands and begins to follow the dwarf. "What of you, Faelar, and Zithran?"

 

[Krug]

"Good. So I wasn't THAT drunk. Har!" Brak says, not caring if anybody cared for his dwarvish humour.

 

[Lefferts]

Zithran states "I heard it. Let's go meet the one who got us together."

 

[silentspace]

"Perhaps someone is too large to fit inside the tavern," Penthar muses as he gets up. "Yes, let's go outside."

 

[WampusCat43]

As you exit the tavern, you notice a tall, scrawny young man make an ungainly dismount from an obviously knackered chestnut riding horse. He starts as the group pours out the door, and it's then that you notice the small owl riding on his left shoulder. The bird crawls around behind the lad's head, and peers at the rest of crowd from that side.

"Am I late? Did I miss it? It's long way from the Heartlands," he said as he brushed trail dust from his odd-looking dark red leathers. "I hope I've come to the right place." He eyes the other adventurers suspiciously.

 

[Kaitlin]

From the shadows outside the tavern, a girl seems to simply... materialize. She is dressed in dark, exotic clothing. It flows about her form in a ghostly manner, seeming to obscure body and break her silhouette. As she walks toward the group of adventurers, her strides are long and graceful. When she reaches them, she says nothing, doesn't even nod her head to acknowledge their presence. She just gives each man a long glance as she stands quietly, silent as death.

 

[Harvey]

Penthar Danadin, Aglarondan Griffonrider

Penthar takes note of the newcomers. He is startled a bit by the way the strange new woman materialized from the shadows. He eyes her a bit suspiciously as she approaches the group.

For Rae:
[SBLOCK]
Penthar will use his ability to detect evil on the shadowmaster.
[/SBLOCK]

He seems a bit more cordial to the scrawny young man with the owl. "Greetings" he calls out. "If you have heard the call, then you did indeed come to the right place. I believe our host is about to reveal himself... er, or herself... or itself" he finishes with a grin.

 

[Lefferts]

Zithran looks over the newcomers. He dismisses them as the one who called him. The young man seems to have been called himself and the female does not have the correct feel about her.