Vasorn, the World Under Dragonfire

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"You can blindfold me, as long as you don't mind if I tell my wife I'm stepping out to hunt. She'll rip apart the forest looking for my otherwise," Sorrowscale says ruefully. Assuming he's allowed to tell his wife he's going out, he will allow himself to be blindfolded and led from the wagon.

 

[Dark Nemesis]

“Certainly, we do not mind,” Alyshia replies with a smile. However, when Sorrowscale steps out of the room to speak to his wife, she listens carefully to make sure that he was not telling her too much. Then, she blindfolded him. “I think we are ready,” she told Eleth quietly. “Let us return to camp.”

To ensure that they would not be seen, she cast invisibility on herself and Sorrowscale before they stepped outside.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Listening to the door, Alyshia hears the following spoken in Draconic.*

"I'm stepping outside to hunt darling, I want to get a few of the night-shriekers for dinner tomorrow night," Sorrowscale says. There's a sleepy murmur of agreement, and Sorrowscale soons joins Alyshia and Eleth, holding into Alyshia's hand as she guides him back to the camp.

*Alyshia and Eleth return in good time, Alyshia's whispers about who she has invisibly with her telling the others who the stranger is. Taking him back to the camp, and (presumably) removing his blindfold, Sorrowscale takes in the party before him. He looks a bit startled at seeing another half-dragon, as well as a lizardman, but gives a short bow to all.*

"I greet you in the name freedom," he says, placing his hand over his heart. "I come to weave a web to catch tyranny."

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

"Pretty words. What do they mean?"

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"They are the words of those of us that seek freedom from draconic tyranny. I have some knowledge, you guard others. Between the two perhaps there is a plan to help make the world that must less cruel," Sorrowscale offers.

 

[Keia]

Zykovian Sarellion, Half-Sapphire Dragon

"They are the words of those of us that seek freedom from draconic tyranny. I have some knowledge, you guard others. Between the two perhaps there is a plan to help make the world that must less cruel," Sorrowscale offers.

"Sounds interesting," Zykovian said with a relieved smile. He didn't really feel relieved, but he was counting on his skill and ability to put the fellow half-dragon at ease. "I would like to hear more . . . do you have the time to speak on it now?"

 

[Zerth]

*Zass'sk remains silent as Sorrowscale is brought into their camp, but makes a couple of approving grunts as the newcomer speaks about resisting the draconic tyranny. The lizardman is curious to hear more, but leaves talking to others.*

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"I know there have been some unusual movements of some of the deeper dragons, gatherings of troops and slaves for some kind of engagement. I know the what and the when of this... and I'm hoping your scrolls will shed light on the who and the where," he explains, seemingly on slightly less uneasy at Zykovian's reassuring smile.

 

[Zerth]

*Mentioning the deeper dragons draws a reaction from the usually expressionless lizardman. He even turns his head to look at Sorrowscale. He remembers one powerful dragon he's been told of. The one who the traitor of his now lost tribe serves.*

"Sssarendor. Is that one of the deeper dragons you spoke of?" he asks.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Sorrowscale gives a jerk, and his pale face goes white.*

"Yes, and if it is indeed that one, I fear the worst. I fear that he has become annoyed and tired with the Great Red Wyrm. It is he that supplies much of the wealth for the Red's armies, and begins to dream of using that wealth for his own purposes... as the Ruler of All. And Vasorn under Shadow Dragon rule... I don't have to elaborate. But if Sssarendor were to fall, it would greatly weaken the Red," he shakes his head. "But I get ahead of myself. Please, allow me to examine the scrolls, perhaps I will be able to be more coherant."