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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Isida Kep'Tukari" data-source="post: 1458878" data-attributes="member: 4441">*Renea steps forward to look at the items, while Guran and Ellimon keep watch.  Dessa kneels down to continue the conversation.*"Well, some of these were dragon scions.  They worship the dragons as gods, and even warp their bodies with their belief.  If the dragon says, 'You will make me a hundred items of powerful magic,' they'll do it or die trying.  If Gardanax was trying to make certain this group got through...  Well, the beholder stung him with the loss of this group.  He invested enough into them for them to be a senior scouting group, so their loss will blind him somewhat.  Good.  Let's move, and hide these bodies to confuse things a bit," Dessa says, nodding at Elliam and Guran.  *The two stuff the bodies into various crevices as Renea examines the rest of the gear.*"I should be able to determine what some of this does when we stop for the evening," she says.*Grim, as you pick up the sling, you hear a curious voice say, "Tay?"  Then you hear a faint mental grumbling, then "Hello?  Yes, you there.  I hope you're a better sport than the last one to own me."**Dessa will carefully lead the group for a few more hours of walking, then find a secluded, upper-level cave to hide out in until everyone has had a chance to rest.  Renea says she can take a look at nine of the items this evening.  When those nine are laid out before her, she will take out a pearl, crush it into a mug of wine from her wineskin and drink it.*~~~*Zykovian, you find one of Gardanax's dragon scions, a former gnome, to clean you magically before you make your report to the dragon himself.  Now clean with claws polished, you present yourself to the amethyst dragon.  He listens to your careful report and thorough investigation, and one of his scribes notes down the names and descriptions of all the fighters.  Once you're finished your report, Gardanax considers carefully, running his massive talon the length of a new blade he had recently commissioned.*"So," he rumbles, "You've managed to uncover a vast slave conspiracy to use weapons, one that none of my previous overseers have ever even gotten a whiff of.  Wonderful, and perfect.  So beautifully perfect..."*With no apparent signal, three of Gardanax's young dragon offspring rush and grab you, pinning you down.  With three such massive creatures on top of you, even one of your great strength cannot break free right away.*"No one could have uncovered such a conspiracy unless they were a part of it!  You are a traitor and a fool to try to curry my favor with such ridiculous tales.  Throw him in the strongest pen and have Hazarath and Vexian guard it.  I want him to fight to the death in the pits for my next birthday," Gardanax says with a cruel smile.*The three drag you, protesting or not, into the slave pens, and toss you into one of the most sturdily constructed, one with two-foot thick walls, a heavy roof, and an iron door.  Hazarath and Vexian are two of the strongest and most vigilant dragonkith guards, and their presence doesn't bode well for any attempts at escape.**As you're taken through the slave pens, you see Geltha and Raffie as you go by, their faces full of surprise and fear.*</blockquote>

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