Paths of Legend - Tragedy at Silvergard

[crazy_monkey1956]

The creature comes into the firelight, allowing Johen and Aohdan to get a clear view of it.

The firelight flints off of coppery scales and wings as a dragon steps hesitantly into the light.

It looks around warily, obviously skittish and Aohdan and Johen notices that it bears several partially healed cuts through its scales, as well as a couple of javelin tips embedded in its hide.

 

[Amaury]

Dame Nature! A dragon!! thinks Johen, horrified for a second.

"Aohdan, we better wake the others up..." Johen says hesitantly.

By the Big Oak, what do I do?? What do I say? the young druid thinks.

"Err.. come.. we.. we won't hurt you.. Do.. do you understand me?" he asks feeling stupid and trying to remember what he knew about dragons. do you they speak? that young?

If he gets an answer he gets up and offers a bit sheepishly: "Err.. you are seriously wounded.. I may be able to alleviate some of your pain if you let me.."


OOC: wow, what an encounter!! rolled a double 20??
Johen still has a CLW and CmW.

 

[Yttermayn]

Aohdan proceded to gently wake the others, while listening to Johens attempts at commonication. After a few sentences from the Druid go unanswered, Aohdan remarked "Don't look at me, the only phrase I know in draconic is 'I taste like feces.'"

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Ah was dreaming Ah was eating real food, ye could let me sleep a bit mo..." Muzdum starts to say, but cut the speaking as he place his gaze upon the reptile. "Fer my holy mother beard! A dragon!" He thinks, as his hand wonder throw the ground to touch his hammer.

 

[Arkhandus]

Alaric slowly awakens at Aodhan's prodding, and grumbles about it being too damn early if the sun's not up yet. At a glance, it doesn't look or sound like a gang of bandits is assaulting the camp, so he pulls himself out of the bedroll slowly and continues grumbling.

Finally the young alchemist sits up, rubs some of the sleep from his eyes, and looks around while dragging his spell component pouch closer just in case. Followed by blinking and gawking. "A....dragon?!"

It takes him a few more seconds to focus through the drowsiness in his vision, then he says "Copper....or is it brass? Maybe? Umm..." followed by, more loudly and in rough Draconic instead, "You understand this, yes? You are injured? How? Who hurt you?"

(ooc: Knowledge - Arcana check to figure out draconic lore regarding it was a 17.)

 

[Helfdan]

Valen sees the creature's wounds, and hesitant nature. For now he keeps his peace, and does not yet reach for his weapons.

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

Alaric recalls from his lessons that this is indeed a copper dragon.

The creature takes a step closer and replies to Alaric in the draconic language, "You...don't look like orcs...don't smell like orcs. You...are not orcs?"

As the others get a closer look at the thing, they notice that, in addition to the obvious wounds, some of its scales are dull and flaky, like the creature were suffering some sort of disease.

 

[Yttermayn]

"What's it saying?" Aohdan prompted the draconic speakers in the group.

 

[Voda Vosa]

"No dragon will eat Muzdum without a fight! Tell me now, wha's happening?" inquires. His beard is a mess, and his hair too, he looks like a hair ball, shaking, as he looks at Alaric and Johen

 

[Arkhandus]

Alaric looks to the others and tells them "It's a relatively harmless kind of dragon. And from its size, probably a child. It's asking if we're orcs."

Then he turns back to look at the dragon, and says in Draconic "No, we're humans, and that one with all the hair is a dwarf. Er, and the one with four legs is a centaur...but, we're not orcs. We won't hurt you. That person," he points at Johen, "might be able to heal you a bit. When did the orcs attack you?"