Paths of Legend - Tragedy at Silvergard

[Arkhandus]

"Hm? Undead? That's unlikely, considering its effect on the dragon's scales. I should think it would be spreading rot and decay if it caused undeath. Also, there are no dragons in Vedlund or its stone quarry, and this little one couldn't have been over there back then. I'm fairly certain these are unrelated, except for the possibility that a particular individual or organization may've created both problems intentionally to deal with separate threats to their, I dunno, invasion plans or something? That's all I can guess." Alaric responds, after Aodhan's worrisome remark.

 

[Jemal]

"Very well. Show me the way, though I must wonder why you don't just ask the Tureni for his aid.. what reason does he have for not helping you?"
Though he no longer viewed the entity as an immediate threat, William was by no means trustful. Unfortunately, this seemed like the only way he'd survive long enough to return to his quest. Hesitantly, he followed the 'ghost'.

 

[Helfdan]

Valen thinks for a while before speaking. "We were not rotting at first, when we were infected." His emotional detachment is such, those in the know could not tell he almost became a ghoul himself. "So it may be either diffeent illnesses, or an ailment that affects dragons differently from other beings, due to their magical nature. In any case, I agree we should get going, and it seems logical to join forces."

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Well Ah' think if someone 's plannin' ta make some undead dragons, then tha' somthin' ta worry about ah? Some necromancer folk Ah' don't know..." Muzdum comments.

 

[Yttermayn]

Aohdan considered mentioning the fact that people generally don't have scales, but decided to shut up and look dumb instead when Valen spoke up. In silent agreement with the ranger, he gathered up his few belongings and stowed them for travel.

 

[Arkhandus]

"Hmph. I can't believe I'm traveling with a bunch of worryworts. At least our good dwarf here is keeping his head. Trust me, any necromancy that would be turning people into zombies would not be doing that to Shraezek's scales just because he/she/it's a magical dragon." Alaric says, making big, silly motions with his hands at the last part. "Whatever's afflicting him/her/it is another kind of magic altogether, or at least a different sort of necromancy, not the sort associated with undeath."

He finishes writing his note for Shraezek and rolls it up, then hands it to the small dragon, telling Shraezek in Draconic where to go to find Azgund and in particular the Adventurer's Guild there, and Entan within, and to give the note to Entan or someone else in the Guild. He makes it clear not to get the note wet.

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

Ranger, Druid, Alchemist, Centaur, Dwarf, and Halfling

OOC: For the record, the elf was responding to Alaric saying he still planned to send the dragon on its way. The elf suggested Azgund as a destination, unaware that that was where Alaric intended to send the dragon.

The elf motions back toward his camp, "Aleera of the Darkwood will journey with you to Silvergard, if you will have her. The rest of us will escort the dragon. Our mission is to find the source of the plague. Whether it is found on the plateau or by examination of an infected dragon, we have accomplished our mssion. On behalf of our people, I thank you."

The elf pulls a small whistle from a pouch and blows on it, producing a sound that resembles the chirping of birds. Four more elves approach from the other camp. One of them, an elven woman, is equipped and dressed differently than the others. The elf the group has been speaking with addresses her in elven, "Aleera, I ask that you accompany this group to the plateau while the rest of us take this dragon back to the human lands."

Aleera nods, saying to the group in Common, "It shall be my honor." Her blond hair is pulled back in a severe braid. She wears blackened studded leather armor and carries a black bladed longsword, as well as a composite longbow. Her quiver has ten notches marked on it.

Shraezek looks confused by the arrival of the newcomers, but one of the elves reassures him in draconic, "Do not worry, revered young one. We will keep you safe."

The elves and the dragon are ready to go.

Paladin

The ghostly woman drifts upward, motioning for William to follow, "The Tureni man is a druid...what I am currently is not natural. He would fear me."

After another hour of climbing, the apparition suddenly vanishes into the cliff face. She pokes her hand out, motioning for William to follow...through the cliff.

 

[Helfdan]

Valen nods his head in greeting. "Well met, Aleera."

 

[Amaury]

Johen is a bit surprised by the tone of Alaric in particular in front of a stranger but chooses not to reply. Upon the elf comments he decides to let go the dragon though his usual paranoia gets his mind to elaborate various scenarii.

"Well, then, so be it.. at least your escort will safeguard him till Azgund. I will pray for his good health. My magic couldn't heal that plague I'm afraid.."

He thinks: Nice whistle! when the elf uses it to call his comrades.
He welcomes the elven woman as he did with the first one talking in Sylvan and asks her in Common: "Aleera, the honour is ours. Are you ready to go? If so, let's go!"

He bows to the elves and thanks them before glancing at the young dragon a last time. good bye young dragon.. I wished we could have spent more time to get to know each other.. A dragon! he thinks still half disbelieving he was in the company of such a magical beast.

 

[Jemal]

William looks at the cliff for a moment, uncertain, before finally shrugging and thinking to himself 'what's the worst that can happen, eh? I walk into a wall? I've been hurt worse.' He takes a deep breath before stepping into the cliff.. and it's at that point that he realizes he's met tureni druids before. "Might I enquire.. Do you know the name of this Tureni druid who holds your precious dagger?"