Kuvarax'ivexin's face grows somewhat alarmed at Irthos words, and the green faerie creatures converse with him for a moment in their musical tongue, their tones urgent. He finally waves them to silence and speaks to Irthos. [sblock=Draconic]"
Your service is welcome Irthosiejir. This madborn of which you speak, I believe he has been through my woods recently. There have been many disturbances; traps, maulings, deaths, poisonings, all seemingly random, yet in a peculiar string towards the mountains. I was closing in on a locus of the disturbances when I lay down to rest. It seems this madborn cares little for being hunted." [/sblock] Kuvarax'ivexin looks over where Arrgha'n is searching the ground and makes a small appreciative sound in his throat. The half-blood searches the ground very carefully and thoroughly, eyes trained to pick out the nuances of his unnatural kin, and, after many long minutes, finds a slight slime trail coming from the west. Seeing Arrgha'n's sudden expression of success, the dragon nods in that direction.
[sblock=Draconic]"
And it seems you fight fire with fire to hunt this madborn. Irthosiejir, this is my territory, but I am at the far western edge of it. To go beyond would be to spread my strength thin and invite more attacks against those under my protection. Copper-kin, this is your hunt. Greesa, give him the fire," he says, the last to one of the thorns.[/color][/sblock] One of the green faerie creatures steps forward at a comment from the dragon and gives Irthos a peculiar
metallic beetle. [sblock=Draconic]"
A little thing I made. Looks like nothing, but hold and press the thorax, and it burns your enemies like a red's breath. A few of the other sick things we find here I like to clense with fire. Take it with you, and use it against this madborn, to let him know who desires his death for the insult he has given me today."[/sblock] The dragon's expression is particularly fierce as he utters the last comment. Yatrax seems rather impressed by Irthos as well as Kuvarax'ivexin. She keeps her eyes downcast in an apparent show of respect as the two talk.
EvolutionKB said:
"I'm happy that it seems like the dragon isn't going to eat us..." Oliver mutters as he waits for the dragon and the kobold to finish their convesation. "True enough though, things are not looking well for the Eldeen are they? Luckily we are the answer to any Daelkyr that may be looking for a fight!"
The dragon makes a soft snorting noise that may or may not have been a repressed laugh, but nods at Oliver's brave words with every indication of sincerity.
Maavnod quickly finds a clear patch of earth and tries to clense his hands. Some of the ichor is rubbed away, but he notices something a bit odd as he rapidly crumbles earth in his hands. The earth is full of earthworms. Lots and lots and lots of earthworms. In a variety of colors. Dull colors to be sure, but lots of them. Red and blue and green and purple and pink and...
Valerian joins Kurst in examining what remains of the gutslug. While Kurst notices no magical aura about the ichor, he does find two things of note. One is a few strands of spider silk woven through with a strand of silver, steel, and crystal. Another is what seems to be a pink metal spike, maybe an inch long. Valerian purses his lips and makes notes in his book.
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Rather like the other two meshes, though not exactly. Like they were all individually made by different people," Valerian notes, gesturing to the strands. Of the spike, he can make no heads or tails, and neither of you is certain what can make metal that particular vile shade of pink.
As Kurst pokes at the spike with a stick (having seen what Maavnod is going through to get rid of the stain on his hands) he feels [sblock]an odd ache in his chest. The burning mark there throbs slightly as he leans over the patch of ichor. It's almost like a sympathy pain... or heartburn. One of the two.[/sblock] He also sees something peculiar. Some earthworms are wiggling out of the ground in the patch of slime and are starting to crawl over the spike.