A Tale of Two Dragons

[Krug]

"Well is this everyone? When is the rest of the circus arriving?" asks Brak, scoffing.

 

[Ferrix]

Giving a toothy grin to the others, Hareka walks out to the back, his cape flowing around him, each footstep leaving a web of frost upon the ground. His eyes rake the two newcomers up and down for a moment, before he turns his gaze to where he suspects it may be best to find the voice calling to him in his head.

 

[WampusCat43]

Unable to contain his curiosity any longer, Nick quickly lashed his horse to a railing. He then moved slowly and deliberately over towards the odd woman. He eyed her critically for a moment, then burst into a friendly grin and extended his hand. "You must teach me that trick! It was most impressive."

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

The voice summons you further away from the small hamlet, into the thick woods. In the tavern, the residents of the village traded stories of ghosts and other wicked, superstitious creatures who made their homes in this forest near the town. Though they seemed a bit exaggerated for the bar, the folk were genuinely scared and probably avoid the "haunted" forest at all costs.

Penthar: The girl has no evil about her.

 

[Harvey]

Penthar Danadin, Aglarondan Griffonrider

"Do you all feel it as well? The voice... it seems to be leading us away from the hamlet. I say we ride!"

Penthar goes over to his griffon mount, unstrapping the customized feed bag and stowing it away. "Come, Regalclaw, it is time for us to depart this small hamlet." He mounts the back of the griffon, positioning himself securely in the saddle. He looks down at the rest of the unusual assemblage of adventurers. "What say you all? Shall we follow this mysterious call? Or does anyone else have business in this small town left to do? I, for one, am anxious to find our host."

 

[Ferrix]

Hareka clicks a clawed thumb and pointer finger together, and then begins strolling towards the woods, his stride strong and purposeful. He glances back towards the others, a cold exhalation of breath is followed by his sibilant voice, "I presume you are called as well, there is no need to wait."

 

[Lefferts]

"Into the woods we go," states Zithran as he starts to walk towards the woods. He cautiously follows the dragon-blood, as he does not completely trust him yet.

 

[Kaitlin]

Raena Celeste Everglade, Halfling Shadowdancer

"You must teach me that trick! It was most impressive."

The girl turns to stare at the tall human. After an uncomfortable silence, she says, "My dance is an art. It cannot be taught. Only those with a natural affinity for the shadows and a passion for the beauty of darkness can learn it, and even then only with years of practice. It is no 'trick', sir. Would you ask a great painter to teach you to craft masterpiece portraits like he does? Would you call that a... 'trick'?" Despite her scathing words, she seems to have absolutely no expression on her face. Without waiting for a response, she says to everyone, "I hear it. Let's go." With that, she glides off in the direction of the forest.

 

[Harvey]

Penthar Danadin, Aglarondan Griffonrider

Penthar urges his mount forward, and the red-plumed griffon rises in the air. Penthar calls down to the group "I will scout ahead a bit... to make sure the way is safe." Penthar and Regalclaw fly forward a bit, making sure to keep eye contact with the others.

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

Penthar: The forest is dense and tall, very gloomy looking in this late evening hour. Your eyes can't seem to penetrate the thick branches of the canopy from over head. A little trail can be seen entering the side of the forest, but it is quickly lost in the shadows and blocked by the trunks of massive trees. From your vantage point, you can see that the forest is relatively small, as far as forests go, only about a mile in each direction.