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Message: <blockquote data-quote="diaglo" data-source="post: 1219973" data-attributes="member: 2885">Dragon talker..."I cannot rest with so large a question as to where those tracks lead," Sully spoke up. "With the mind flayer and the other unwanted visitors about, I just would not sleep.""Marcus of Tyr," Darian asked. "Do you feel up to the task? Perhaps you should guard the rear.""I will continue if you will," Marcus of Tyr offered. But he clearly looked like he suffered from his injuries.Fiddle led the way back into the corridor. It soon opened into a very large room. A large silver throne hovered mid air. It was built for a very large being, one not really humanoid in shape. The center of the room was the most interesting. It was smoky glass. As Fiddle got a closer look he saw a figure. A large snaky form with a long neck, four legs, and massive wings. A dragon. He did a little dance, made a little love, and got down that night."It is a good thing you are inside that glass," Fiddle taunted. "I, Fiddle Skipstone, Dragon slayer, would have shown you no mercy."Fiddle prattled on and on. Finally the others came to investigate the ruckus. There were two doors in the immediate vicinity, one to the South and one to the West, plus a wide hall to the Northwest. Fiddle went to the West door. It was unlocked. Inside was a small chamber. A series of of circular plates made of gold, bronze, silver, iron, marble and wood decorated the west wall. There were 5 rows of each material in random order. Fiddle closed the door and played his hunch.Just as he leapt to touch the last silver plate, Sully opened the door. A roar issued from the main room. A serpentine head broke the surface of where the glass once covered. The challenge was on....Everyone was clearly shaken to their core. Arendel and the Bear fled the chamber. The dragon puffed up and exhaled. None in its path could withstand the blast. They all froze in place. Darian, Alya, Calrom, and Marcus of Tyr were helpless. Sully moved closed the door.Fiddle strode forward. He opened the door and shouted in the language of the dragons."OH MIGHTY KING OF THE SILVER DRAGONS I HAVE SET YOU FREE FROM YOUR LONG SLUMBER."Arendel did not return. The Dragon paused, shook himself as if collecting a lost thought, and turned to Fiddle. "How long?""Thirteen hundred and forty one years since the Dread Lord Malkith fell," Fiddle replied. He droned on and on about everything and anything he could to bide time. It would be awhile before the others would return to their normal selves."I am Saggarintys, friend of Danar and former foe of Malkith. I tried to stop him and failed. I was imprisoned thus. And you are?""Fiddle Skipstone," Fiddle replied. "Dragonslayer..."The dragon reared back and started to flick his tail."And these are my boon companions...The paladin Marcus of Tyr, The priest Darian of Lathander although he would be a priest of Amaniwater in your day, The elf druid Arendel, The kobold bard Alya, and the Ranger Calrom....and my ..."Come out little gnome," Saggarintys called in Common."And I am Ozlo Sullygrub," Sully tried to lighten the moment. "You can call me Sully, like all my friends do."The dragon stopped twitching.</blockquote>

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