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<blockquote data-quote="Lazybones" data-source="post: 2096039" data-attributes="member: 143"><p>Chapter 346 was the Friday update; at least it was Friday where I am when I posted.</p><p></p><p>Let's find out what Mole's been up to:</p><p></p><p>* * * * * </p><p></p><p>Chapter 347</p><p></p><p>Once again, everyone had forgotten about the gnome. </p><p></p><p>Mole felt a rush of exhilaration as she swept through the air, the glorious sensation of flight tempered only slightly by the fact that she this adventure was being conducted by means of her clinging to a tenuous perch on the hind claw of a huge red dragon. Still, a random voice whispered in her mind that <em>technically</em>, she was <em>riding</em> the dragon, and that was about a hundred times cooler than just flying. </p><p></p><p>She didn’t know what had possessed her to leap onto the dragon’s claw when it had landed for that briefest instant, long enough only to grab Beorna and then lift off again into the sky. She’d been <em>invisible</em>, moving along with Beorna to help Dannel, knowing (with a bit of rueful disappointment) that she had absolutely no chance of harming the dragon with her tiny crossbow. Its leap had been so powerful that she’d almost lost her grip, and the first thing she’d done was to loop a length of rope around one of its dagger-like—okay, broadsword-like—claws, helping her to hold on. </p><p></p><p>The city was rushing along below her <em>awfully</em> fast, and she quickly realized that her brain, which had come up with the brilliant idea of leaping onto the dragon, had no answers for what to do next. She wanted to help Beorna, but had no idea how she could do that. She also knew—she’d learned a lot about dragons from her uncle Cal, who knew an awful lot about <em>everything</em>—that the dragon would have no trouble detecting her even through her invisibility, if it cared to pay attention or even glance down at its legs. She prayed she was small and light enough to evade its notice, as she tried to figure out what she could do. </p><p></p><p>But Hookface was distracted by its dealings with Beorna, and despite its phenomenal senses, the tiny, <em>invisible</em> gnome clinging desperately to one of its claws temporarily escaped its notice. Mole’s heart froze in her chest as the dragon unleashed its fiery breath upon Beorna, and she nearly lost her grip as it suddenly lurched in mid-air, finally recovering and hurling the templar out into the void. She felt sick, unable to do anything but hold on with trembling hands as the dragon banked into a wide turn, swinging out over the steep mountainside outside Cauldron—way, way, far down!—before completing its arc and turning back toward the city. </p><p></p><p>The dragon was making a lot of noise, and it sounded really, <em>really</em> mad. Mole willed herself to be lighter as the dragon knifed through the chaotic skies, and found that the thrill of flying didn’t seem quite so entertaining as it had a few moments ago. </p><p></p><p>The dragon seemed to know where it wanted to go. Mole saw that it appeared to be heading for the Temple of Helm, and as they drew near enough to clearly discern the structure and the adjoining courtyard, she saw what looked like Arun and Dannel entering the front doors of the main building. </p><p></p><p>The dragon had seen it too, apparently. It let out a roar that was an obvious challenge even though Mole did not speak Draconic, and spread its wings to land in the street in front of the temple. </p><p></p><p>The motion sparked something in the gnome, who realized that if she was going to do something, she had to do it <em>now</em>. </p><p></p><p>Summoning a desperate reserve of courage, she loosed her hold, and took the end of the rope that she’d used to secure herself to the dragon’s claw. The dragon had slowed and was descending toward the middle of the street facing the temple, hind legs extended to catch it as it landed. Mole’s eyes darted around, looking for something the anchor the rope onto, but the nearest building was thirty or forty feet away, too far for even a magically augmented leap. </p><p></p><p>And then she saw something else, and got a crazy, desperate idea.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Lazybones, post: 2096039, member: 143"] Chapter 346 was the Friday update; at least it was Friday where I am when I posted. Let's find out what Mole's been up to: * * * * * Chapter 347 Once again, everyone had forgotten about the gnome. Mole felt a rush of exhilaration as she swept through the air, the glorious sensation of flight tempered only slightly by the fact that she this adventure was being conducted by means of her clinging to a tenuous perch on the hind claw of a huge red dragon. Still, a random voice whispered in her mind that [I]technically[/I], she was [I]riding[/I] the dragon, and that was about a hundred times cooler than just flying. She didn’t know what had possessed her to leap onto the dragon’s claw when it had landed for that briefest instant, long enough only to grab Beorna and then lift off again into the sky. She’d been [I]invisible[/I], moving along with Beorna to help Dannel, knowing (with a bit of rueful disappointment) that she had absolutely no chance of harming the dragon with her tiny crossbow. Its leap had been so powerful that she’d almost lost her grip, and the first thing she’d done was to loop a length of rope around one of its dagger-like—okay, broadsword-like—claws, helping her to hold on. The city was rushing along below her [I]awfully[/I] fast, and she quickly realized that her brain, which had come up with the brilliant idea of leaping onto the dragon, had no answers for what to do next. She wanted to help Beorna, but had no idea how she could do that. She also knew—she’d learned a lot about dragons from her uncle Cal, who knew an awful lot about [I]everything[/I]—that the dragon would have no trouble detecting her even through her invisibility, if it cared to pay attention or even glance down at its legs. She prayed she was small and light enough to evade its notice, as she tried to figure out what she could do. But Hookface was distracted by its dealings with Beorna, and despite its phenomenal senses, the tiny, [I]invisible[/I] gnome clinging desperately to one of its claws temporarily escaped its notice. Mole’s heart froze in her chest as the dragon unleashed its fiery breath upon Beorna, and she nearly lost her grip as it suddenly lurched in mid-air, finally recovering and hurling the templar out into the void. She felt sick, unable to do anything but hold on with trembling hands as the dragon banked into a wide turn, swinging out over the steep mountainside outside Cauldron—way, way, far down!—before completing its arc and turning back toward the city. The dragon was making a lot of noise, and it sounded really, [I]really[/I] mad. Mole willed herself to be lighter as the dragon knifed through the chaotic skies, and found that the thrill of flying didn’t seem quite so entertaining as it had a few moments ago. The dragon seemed to know where it wanted to go. Mole saw that it appeared to be heading for the Temple of Helm, and as they drew near enough to clearly discern the structure and the adjoining courtyard, she saw what looked like Arun and Dannel entering the front doors of the main building. The dragon had seen it too, apparently. It let out a roar that was an obvious challenge even though Mole did not speak Draconic, and spread its wings to land in the street in front of the temple. The motion sparked something in the gnome, who realized that if she was going to do something, she had to do it [I]now[/I]. Summoning a desperate reserve of courage, she loosed her hold, and took the end of the rope that she’d used to secure herself to the dragon’s claw. The dragon had slowed and was descending toward the middle of the street facing the temple, hind legs extended to catch it as it landed. Mole’s eyes darted around, looking for something the anchor the rope onto, but the nearest building was thirty or forty feet away, too far for even a magically augmented leap. And then she saw something else, and got a crazy, desperate idea. [/QUOTE]
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