The Treasure of the Tierra Padre... [Knight Otu Judging]

[El Jefe]

"Ah, Iggy", grinned Oirhandir as he playfully tousled the halfling's hair. He stooped to put his face more on a level with the little wizard's.

"'Tis not you or I who have earned this rest, but our companion Rogier. Mighty are his limbs, but work such as that tires even a one such as he. Besides", he confided, "I might run through all my spells mending the tears in this rope, and be ready for some rest myself."

Oirhandir was every bit as fascinated with the little dragon's carcass as the wizard, and he studied it as they walked. It gave him an odd sensation when he touched it, as if it wasn't really dead. He thought of tales he'd heard as a child, tales half told and then mysteriously ended before they were complete. "Surely I couldn't be related to something like that", he thought to himself. No elf he knew would abide such an abomination, let alone--no, that was unthinkable. But hadn't the tales been populated with good dragons, too? Dragons as magnificent and radiant as this little pup was foul? Oirhandir was lost in his throughts as the group made their way back to camp.

 

[Pbartender]

The conquering heroes set a guard, make camp and take a few hours of well earned rest. Aside from the ubiquitous mosquitoes, they are left undisturbed throughout the night.

 

[El Jefe]

Prior to retiring for the evening, Oirhandir took the severed ends of the rope that had trailed behind Rogier, and worked magic on them, chanting and rolling them in his hands until they joined together, good as new.

Iggy sat near him as he worked, curious to see how the bard worked magic. Oirhandir noticed, and when he was finished, he remarked, "This made me really popular on the ship. Even though I'd never sailed before, they were willing to teach me the ropes so long as I was willing to fix them."

[sblock]Oirhandir will cast mending as needed until the job is done. He should be able to cast it twice before he runs out of spells.[/sblock]

 

[Manzanita]

Ignatious O'Reilly

Ignatious spends some time on the dragon. He attempts to drain what blood he can into a glass jar, perhaps the one Oihandir found & mended in the cave. He will see if he can pry out and save the teeth. He'll work a bit on getting the skin off with his knife, but will gladly allow a more talented hand to help. He'll slice of the wings and let them dry.

"I say we eat this meat." he says, unable to repress a broad grin. "Can you imagine a nice dragon steak? Or a little dragon drumstick, perhaps, given the size of this one. One of us should probably abstain, in case its poisonous. Perhaps it will make us stronger.

"This made me really popular on the ship. Even though I'd never sailed before, they were willing to teach me the ropes so long as I was willing to fix them."

"You've sailed on the seas?" Iggy shakes his head. "That's not for hobbits. We much prefer a nice hole in the ground to bobbing and weaving in the waves. Yuck. Shouldn't you be a good swimmer before you go out on boats, anyway?"

OOC: Iggy will prepare the same spell selection

 

[El Jefe]

"Oh, I've made several voyages", replied the elf. "Three across the great ocean, and one just along the coast. And you'd be surprised at how many sailors can't swim a stroke. I'm not very good at it, probably not as good as you, from what I saw today, but at least I can hold my breath and move through the water a little."

Oirhandir watched Iggy dismember the little dragon, then entered trance for the night. He found himself refreshed in the morning, ready to cast spells and adventure once again.

 

[Pbartender]

Oirhandir mends the rope, while Iggy begins inexpertly dissecting the only known dragon specimen within a thousand of miles of Orussus for perhaps the last several hundred years...

Aside from the Red Dragon outside the Inn itself, of course... But that one doesn't really count.

 

[El Jefe]

The sounds of a thousand small insects greeted the new day. Oirhandir stretched, and started cooking breakfast, taking a moment to check that the crocodile hide was still more or less preserved. He also checked over Iggy's handiwork, and used what salt he had left in an attempt to preserve the dragon hide as well. Meals were going to be rather bland, but Oirhandir thought the value of the leather would be worth a tasteless meal or two.

The elf drew the line, however, at adding dragonflesh to the skillet. That seemed to him to be like -- cannibalism -- for some reason, he just couldn't stand to do it.

After cleaning up and inspecting the animals, Oirhandir was ready to take another crack at the "dragon's lair". He proudly displayed the mended rope to Rogier, and urged everyone present to go "down there" again, to see what the little dragonlet would so eagerly trade his life for.

 

[Manzanita]

Iggy will eat some dragonflesh.

"Rogier, are you up for going first again? I'll cast my magic armor on you before you go. Everyone's coming along, aren't they? It's really not that far of a swim."

 

[Gurdjieff]

"Yes, I'll go in again. The tunnel isn't that long, though we will need a big source of light on the other side. Last time I couldn't see anything." Rogier says while he prepares to dive in the water again.

 

[El Jefe]

As before, Oirhandir left only his bedroll at camp.

"Do we have any sunrods left?", he asked Rogier. "Those seemed to work well, even underwater. If we don't, we can always light a torch or something on the other side, although we may have to wait some time in the dark for it to dry out."