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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 2936297" data-attributes="member: 9255">THE CREATION SCHEMASEGMENT 2376/24/06“The Attack of  White Claw”The two ships flew along the west coast of Morlock Island and reached the northern most point.  Below them were rolling hills that were covered in thick evergreens.  From reading her notes, Lady Elaydren knew within these hills were caves where savage humanoids lived.  These simple creatures stayed well hidden and rarely venture beyond their sub-terran homes.“Ask the captain to have the ship stop here.”  She asks the first mate.  He runs off to give the word.  A warforged fighter walks up to her.  “Why do we stop here?” it asks.She stares out over the forest and the land.  “Have you ever had a hunch?”“A .. hunch?” asks the warforged.“I can not explain it but I feel watched and the watcher means us harm.  They do not scry us magically or else I would know.  No, they are below hidden within these trees … somewhere.”“Then why stop?”“At the very least it is the last thing they may expect.  From reading the notes I have on the island there are several natives here.  To the north are savages and to the south there lives something … supernatural.  It was these that drove House Cannith away along with the costs of maintaining the island within the reaches of Fellfrost.”The warforged bodyguard looks out as if to mimic her actions.  It doesn’t understand but that is not why it is here.  It is here to protect her.Fifteen minutes go by then Lady Elaydren asks the ships to move forward again but slowly.  The whole time she watches the forest below.  Suddenly there is a crashing sound to her left.  She turns to look and sees a white dragon on the deck of the other ship.  It tears the deck up and breathes ice into the exposed levels below.  Men, woman and other persons scream briefly.  The creature turns and looks at her then becomes invisible.“Battle stations!   It is a dragon!” she yells as she withdraws two wands from her forearm sheath. Under her breath she curses the crazed white dragon for its savage attack.  The ship is heavily damaged and most of its crew is dead.  It continues to fly straight.  If the captain was killed then it will continue on that course and end up somewhere in the frozen wastes.   She needs that ship!She studies the sky looking for signs of the creature.  Clouds swirl suddenly.  It was there but not now.  Where is it now?Suddenly the ship is struck again.  The invisible becomes visible again.  A huge white dragon that wears a belt of some sort.  The bucket has an anvil and a hammer on it.  Then the creature turns invisible again and leaves the ship.“How do we hit what we can not see?” asks the warforged as it withdraws a large hammer.“Cover me Strike.  I need a moment to prepare a spell.”Strike steps closer to her.  She withdraws a piece of paper and a white feather.  She draws a crude picture of the belt buckle the dragon wore and casts a spell to locate the buckle.The dragon hovers before the ship.  It is thoroughly enjoying this game.  It waits for the ship.  This time it will go for the arms that hold the cursed fire creature in place.  It will plummet into the waters below and die.   Must destroy the fire creature.   Closer…closer….Suddenly twin fireballs strike it and a magical hammer strike it.   It screams in pain.  The fire elemental fires at it also.   “The pain!……it hurts!” screams the dragon in its own tongue.  It folds up its wings and plummets to the icy waters below.“THAT is how I deal with intruders.” Says Lady Elaydren in triumph.   Strike bows to her and the crew cheers her.  In her mind, the tropical wind blows softly with the scents of fruit and blossoms.  The people there bow to her and others cheer her name.  “Queen Elaydren.   All hail Queen Elaydren…. Master of Xen’drik.”</blockquote>

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