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<blockquote data-quote="drnuncheon" data-source="post: 785083" data-attributes="member: 96">Session Twenty-Three, Part Six: A Different Kind of Half-Dragon&quot;Makaukau...huki!&quot;&nbsp; The crunch of sand under wood.&quot;Makaukau...huki!&quot;Shouts and running feet.&quot;Makaukau...huki!&quot;The villagers haul on the ropes again.&nbsp; From the mouth of a cavern emerges a fanged, menacing face: a snarl frozen in time, caught forever in wood.&nbsp; The paint has weathered almost away, but the dragon's head carving remains.<img src="http://www.io.com/~jeffj/b2sep.gif" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> &quot;You're sure this will work,&quot; said Dru, eyeing the ship dubiously. &quot;Makaukau...huki!&quot;The ship, oddly stunted, slid out into the sunlight.&nbsp; Perhaps half its former length, a scar across its belly marked where the splintered wood had been chopped away and the bow and stern rejoined.&quot;Of course,&quot; Di'Fier assured her.&nbsp; &quot;The spell is strong enough that the wood will break before it does.&nbsp; It may not look like much, but it's good as new.&quot;The dragon wallowed at the edge of the water, as if resting halfway in.&nbsp; Supplies from the raider's camp were lifted inside and lashed into place under Benares' direction.An excited babble of voices - speaking the familiar Common tongue no less - approached them.&quot;Is that our ship? It's amazing!&quot; gushed Jim. &quot;I thought he grew up in Freeport,&quot; Dru muttered.&nbsp; &quot;Hello Namfoodle, Fonkin, Volodya.&nbsp; Where's Unn?&quot;&quot;Unn has decided to stay here.&quot;&nbsp; Geirstein hopped up the path, balancing himself on the shoulder of a Tanaroan woman.&nbsp; &quot;She doesn't think she'd be able to make another sea voyage.&quot;Di'Fier looked from him to the woman. &quot;And what about you?&quot;Geirstein colored slightly.&nbsp; &quot;I'll be staying as well,&quot; he admitted. &quot;There's plenty of one-legged mercenaries back home, and none of them are worth much.&quot;&nbsp; He grinned. &quot;At least here they'll believe me when I tell the story of how I lost it.&quot;&quot;We'll miss you,&quot; Dru put in.&nbsp; &quot;And Unn.&quot;&quot;Maybe we'll make it back someday.&nbsp; Without a shipwreck,&quot; Di'Fier added.&quot;Everything's ready!&quot; Shesara called from the prow of the ship.&quot;Then let's go,&quot; said Dru. &quot;I want to get back home.&quot;The ship slid into the water easily, rocking back and forth as they adjusted their places.&quot;You're sure this is going to work?&quot; Dru asked her partner.&quot;Positive.&quot;&nbsp; Di'Fier raised a hand to wave farewell to those remaining on the shore, then turned to the sail.&nbsp; &quot;Gethrisj,&quot; he told it, and the wind began to carry them away.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="drnuncheon, post: 785083, member: 96"] [b]Session Twenty-Three, Part Six: A Different Kind of Half-Dragon[/b] "Makaukau...[i]huki![/i]" The crunch of sand under wood. "Makaukau...[i]huki![/i]" Shouts and running feet. "Makaukau...[i]huki![/i]" The villagers haul on the ropes again. From the mouth of a cavern emerges a fanged, menacing face: a snarl frozen in time, caught forever in wood. The paint has weathered almost away, but the dragon's head carving remains. [img]http://www.io.com/~jeffj/b2sep.gif[/img] "You're sure this will work," said Dru, eyeing the ship dubiously. "Makaukau...[i]huki![/i]" The ship, oddly stunted, slid out into the sunlight. Perhaps half its former length, a scar across its belly marked where the splintered wood had been chopped away and the bow and stern rejoined. "Of course," Di'Fier assured her. "The spell is strong enough that the wood will break before it does. It may not look like much, but it's good as new." The dragon wallowed at the edge of the water, as if resting halfway in. Supplies from the raider's camp were lifted inside and lashed into place under Benares' direction. An excited babble of voices - speaking the familiar Common tongue no less - approached them. "Is that our ship? It's [i]amazing[/i]!" gushed Jim. "I thought he grew up in Freeport," Dru muttered. "Hello Namfoodle, Fonkin, Volodya. Where's Unn?" "Unn has decided to stay here." Geirstein hopped up the path, balancing himself on the shoulder of a Tanaroan woman. "She doesn't think she'd be able to make another sea voyage." Di'Fier looked from him to the woman. "And what about you?" Geirstein colored slightly. "I'll be staying as well," he admitted. "There's plenty of one-legged mercenaries back home, and none of them are worth much." He grinned. "At least here they'll believe me when I tell the story of how I lost it." "We'll miss you," Dru put in. "And Unn." "Maybe we'll make it back someday. Without a shipwreck," Di'Fier added. "Everything's ready!" Shesara called from the prow of the ship. "Then let's [i]go[/i]," said Dru. "I want to get back home." The ship slid into the water easily, rocking back and forth as they adjusted their places. "You're sure this is going to work?" Dru asked her partner. "Positive." Di'Fier raised a hand to wave farewell to those remaining on the shore, then turned to the sail. "[i]Gethrisj[/i]," he told it, and the wind began to carry them away. [/QUOTE]

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