Altalazar
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Vincent Character Background
He came for them in the night. It was dark. I remember the darkness. She screamed. She ran. I did not see her. And then he took them both. My parents were taken. I could feel they were gone. But when I got out of my bed and went over to them, I could see them still, unmoving, in their bed. Their blood looked black in the moonlight, staining their sheets and their walls. They were gone. But their bodies were there. And so there was hope.
I had just reached my thirteenth summer, ready for my apprenticeship with my father. But that did not change. Need not change. I started my apprenticeship with him still, my research. I spent my second thirteen summers doing nothing but my research, using all of my parents’ coin to buy what I could not steal from our village. The wilderness came back to our land, long neglected. I ate when there was food. There was always food. After several summers, I know not how many, she would bring me food to the door. She was always bringing me food. Left on the door. Some was bitter, but it was all good meat. She showed me how good it was with her skills learned in the wild. She would leave the food and go, and I would find it in the early morning darkness, fresh meat only half eaten. I would cook it and spice it and leave some of it out for her as well.
Thirteen further summers from when he came to take them, she finally returned to my doorstep, not with food but with herself. She looked at me strangely, as if I were someone she did not know, but only remembered. I remembered her. She had a wild look in her eye, but she was still her.
“Welcome home, Willow,” I said as I greeted my sixteen year old sister back into our parent’s house. She had much to tell me. I shared with her my research into restoring our parents while we shared a nice evening meal.
Book I
Vincent – Chapter One – Road Research Required
I have reached the limits of my research in our old, broken down home. Perhaps I should have maintained it, but no matter. The research is what matters. There is nothing left for me to learn in this village. We must hit the road. Not skilled at theft myself, I’ve subcontracted my thefts to a professional named Belor. He has proven quite adept. He is one of the family, though my sister has not yet joined us for dinner. She is still more comfortable in her wilds. But she has been around, watching, when he is over. She also, I think, enjoys listening from afar to his partner in theft, who cannot speak except through his drums. His drumming is almost primeval, especially when he kills. But while his killing is poetic, it is nothing compared to the precision of the Marshall. He’s my best source of all.
But now that the limits of my research have been reached, it is time for us to go on the road and see what new tomes I can find there. We will live off of the land and the people, together. We will advance our family. Now we are on the road to Oakhurst, where work for coin is in the offing, as well as something I may need.
Vincent – Chapter Two – Oakhurst
In town, we find there is work. Kerowyn Hucrele is looking for two kin, Talgen and Sharwyn, who have gone to the nearby Sunless Citadel, den of goblins, a month’s past, and have not returned. One hundred twenty-five pieces of gold for their signet rings, for each of us, or double that if they are alive and well. I wonder which would ultimately be worth more.
We also hear rumors of an apple of great power to heal sold each midsummer, and another apple of even greater power to harm sold each midwinter. I should like to think both would benefit my research. The citizens of this small town have thus far been unable to duplicate either, their saplings stolen before they could grow much taller than my knees, presumably by the goblins intent on keeping their monopoly. Clever goblins. I wonder if their brains are larger than normal. They have kept their monopoly for the past twelve years. Interestingly, this seems to coincide with a curious story from Garon, barkeep of the Ol’Boar Inn, who told our mute bard that the last time anyone inquired about the Sunless Citadel (aside from our two Hucreles) was a grim man named Belak who stopped by his bar thirteen years ago, a very large frog in tow.
Also of note is the recent attacks on cattle and food, leaving both dead in the morning, pierced by dozens of needlelike claws.
Thus filled with information, we began our long walk down the Old Road, toward the Citadel and goblins, ready to earn our coin.
Vincent – Chapter Three – Research on the Old Road
We walked down the old road single file. I made a note of each of my subjects and their physical characteristics, in case I ever needed to identify a badly mangled body. Willow walked by me, her wolf Breeze coming close behind her. Willow is short and wiry, with dark hair, dark eyes, and she was covered in leather. A dull in color but sharp in blade scimitar swung at her hip. It is good for cutting up food as well as serving other needs.
In front was Lord Malachite, his cape fluttering in the breeze, along with his long blonde hair. His eyes were green, something I’d not seen before. Glowing red eyes are another matter. He was well armored and armed with a blade and a bow. His services as Marshall have proven most useful.
Close behind him was Belor, with short black hair, braided in front. He has done well at procuring reagents hard to come by for those short of gold. He obtains gold of his own in combination with his partner, the mute bard, who carried a long spiked chain and had drums strapped to his back. His playing was a sight to behold. I found out to what degree it was soon after.
And if anyone finds my body, I have short black hair and a goatee, and I am skinny in build, though my sister does try and hunt to feed me well.
A day’s travel on the road left us with half the distance remaining, so we camped on the road for the night. It was Willow who first heard the approach of something in the night while I was studying my notes.
Vincent – Chapter Four – The sounds of Twigs breaking in the Woods at Night – Two Twig Corpses
Willow later described to me the sounds she heard. She said it was like dry leaves blowing across the barren ground, a natural sound made unnatural. She woke everyone soon after, and we all saw their approach. Two short creatures made of downed tree limbs, covered in a sticky sap.
We fought. And with great joy I summoned forth from the place I still do not understand, a wonderful ally! His slim, alabaster limbs shone in the moonlight, so pure and smooth, armor against his marrow! He walked proudly and fearlessly up to the creatures of twigs and fought his empty rib-cage out for me. It was a beautiful sight, and I almost felt tears in my eyes. But then the next moment, he was gone again. If only I could find a way to keep them here with me longer than an instant. I hoped my travels would aid me in this endeavor.
The twigs dispatched, we returned to slumber, and then traveled the remainder of our journey to the citadel in the morning.
Vincent – Chapter Five – Descent into Sunless Citadel – Three Dire Rat Corpses plus one, three goblin corpses
We reached a crack in the earth covered with the ruins of pillars. Attached to one was a knotted rope leading downward. Balor lowered himself first, right into the midst of three dire rats. He ran to stairs off of the platform and we dealt with the rest of the rats in due course.
Willow dealt with their bodies, finding the best way to lay them to rest. We then all joined Belor and took the stairs down several more platforms until we were in the cavern below at the base of a tower on the edge of the Sunless Citadel, a name appropriately descriptive, negating any requirement I elaborate in my notes.
The door to the tower was open. A pit also opened under Belor when he approached the door. Down below were two skeletal goblins, inert alas, but there was also a freshly dead goblin and a live dire rat.
We dispatched the rat and raised the body of the goblin. I took the body into my care, making further notes as I examined it and utilized it, with Willow’s assistance. We also found some coins on the corpse, further financing my research.
Vincent – Chapter Six – Tower – Three Goblin Corpses, Three allies of alabaster!
Inside the tower were three more fresh bodies, one speared into the tower wall. Willow removed the spear, revealing the name “Ashardalon” in Draconic runes upon the wall. Two more doors and one hidden door provided exit to the rounded, hollowed out tower. The mute bard seemed to recognize the name, but did not elaborate.
The hidden door opened first, the Lord Malachite entering the small room first. Three skeletal forms lay within, apparently from the days when the citadel saw sunlight. He began to search them for valuables when they took umbrage and stood to attack him. I could scarcely contain my excitement. They were beautiful! Their pale alabaster forms barely diminished in all of the years they lie fallow in the confines of the hidden tower room. The graceful curves of their armored marrow pressed into such a dark hole. One came out and the other two raked their beautiful bony claws across the Marshall’s chest.
I pulled the skull from my pouch and held it aloft, channeling its cold, strong, energy through my body. I could not tell if the chills I felt were the energy or my own excitement at my first encounter with the beautiful beings of alabaster that did not only wink into existence for a moment, but who remained for centuries. One quickly cowered, and the Marshall dispatched it, sending a tear to my eye, but my tear was short lived. The other two immediately snapped to attention and walked toward me, bowing down and awaiting my every desire. Oh how beautiful they were! I traced their curves with my fingertips, marveling at how solid they felt, excited in knowing that in another instant, they would still be with me. I filled my notebook with my findings!
Vincent – Chapter Seven – Room off Tower – One Dire Rat Corpse
A room off of the tower led to another door, one carved in the likeness of a dragon. The Mute Bard pointed at it excitedly and then pointed back toward the runes in the tower. Perhaps this was the same dragon. Perhaps all dragons look alike. I wonder what a dragon corpse looked like.
We found another dire rat corpse in the rubble by the door, after the Marshall killed it. The door itself had a keyhole in the dragon’s large mandibles, but Belor could not open it no matter how much he tried. This lock needed a key.
Vincent – Chapter Eight – Drinking Problem – One Water Mephit Corpse
Exiting the tower through the remaining door, we found a hallway with a door at the end and two other doors to the side. One led to an empty room, the other led to a small room with an iron cask.
Willow noticed the cask was sealed at the top, and she rectified this, unstopping it with much effort. And then a small creature of water flew forth and spat corrosive fluid across the small room.
This little beast proved quite resilient, shrugging off most of our attacks, and it took the combined efforts of everyone to subdue it. I even sent in one of my alabaster friends to face it, and it did quite well. But then the horrid beast spat a green arrow at my poor friend and it slowly burned his armored marrow into pulp.
“Nooooo!” I shouted as I ran forward into the tiny room, ripping off my gloves and touching it square in the chest, channeling the cold energy that powers me through my fingertips and into its tiny heart, sapping away its life force in a way it could not shrug off. It then tried to flee, and we surrounded it and subdued it at last.
I took a moment to hold my poor friend’s bones, and laid him to rest, tears in my eyes. While we were victorious, and I could feel the rush of another kind going through my body at that victory, we were badly mauled, and needed to rest. We spent nearly two days in the other empty room, resting, and watching for signs of trouble. My other friend, unscathed, stood watch the entire time, unmoving, uncomplaining. He was the ideal guardian. As I watched Willow sleep, I wondered if such a guardian would have served her well while I researched, but no, my research is its own reward. She and I will both benefit, as will our parents.
I cooked up several nice fresh stews for all to share, thought the Marshall and Belor seemed to prefer their hard trail rations to my fresh stew. Strange. Perhaps it is the spices I use. I will have to see what else I can find at the stores of Oakhurst.
Vincent – Chapter Nine – No corpses, only Kobolds
The next chamber, through the door at the end of the hall, was a large one. Inside, we found disarray. A large cage with the bars bent and distorted, unable to hold even the idea of captivity. And next to it, a sobbing Kobold. We quickly surrounded it.
“No hurt Meepo!” he said.
“Then Meepo needs to help us,” replied the Marshall.
“The clan’s dragon . . . Calcryx… we’ve lost Calcryx. The wretched goblins stole our dragon!”
The Marshall replied, “What color was your dragon?”
“Meepo dragon white!”
The Marshall declared, “I thought pseudo dragons were red, but no matter, we can help you. But we have other questions for you.”
“Meepo help you! Meepo take you to Yusdrayl, she the leader, if you make nice. Grant you safe passage, if you promise not to hurt Meepo. May be if you promise to rescue dragon, leader make nice to you, answer your questions.”
The Marshall agreed on our behalf, and the Meepo excitedly led us through another hall to a grand hall that ended at a throne. Along the way, we picked up nine more kobolds, who agreed to escort us to their leader, Meepo in tow.
Vincent – Chapter Ten – Yusdrayl, grand leader of kobolds
Yusdrayl greeted us from her throne, a throne backed by a large carving of a dragon that held in its mouth a shiny gold key. She agreed to answer our questions.
The Marshall asked her about the lost adventurers whom we were seeking for a reward.
“They fought the goblins. They never returned.” She then had a proposition for us. “If you return the dragon to us alive, I shall grant you a reward. Meepo will accompany you.”
“We’d like the key,” the Marshall said.
“Then if you bring us the dragon, it is yours!” she said, and then her guards escorted us toward where we found Meepo, on our way to face the goblins.
Vincent – Chapter Eleven – Fountains and Friends, Five Friends
Through several more halls and rooms, we ended in a room with a large, dry fountain. Written above it was a word in draconic, Nainarya, Let there be Fire. Meepo, as fluent as I, said he could read it and the Marshall asked him what it said. As he said the word, the fountain filled a small basin at its base with a red liquid. I examined it carefully, and from my notes I discerned it was a magical elixir of some kind. The Mute Bard gathered it up in a flask, and then we turned our attention to the non-ordinary door in the room.
It was a wondrous sight. Skeletal dragons adorned it in bas relief, and there were words in draconic above it, reading Tana Aman Heka Men, Channel good, open the way. The Marshall and Willow both asked me if I could channel energy to open the door, somewhat skeptical of the descriptor of the energy I controlled. I picked up my skull and held it tight, and channeled my power, feeling its cold liquid ooze down my spine. The door slowly opened.
Inside, we found five dusty sarcophagi on the walls and a dark altar with a candle burning and some other items. The Marshall immediately expected there were five friends in the room, and asked me to be ready. I’ve been ready for thirteen years.
“You think you can handle them all?” asked the Marshall.
“Yeah, they might be vampires,” added Belor.
“I can take them all!” I shouted, and I walked into the room and held aloft my skull.
The Marshall opened one of the sarcophagi. All then opened in response and five more friends entered our sight! I was so happy I almost dropped my skull, but I did not let that show, and I quickly let the power flow through me. Soon four were cowering and the fifth joined me at my side. The Marshall again set out to destroy my friends, but this time I stopped him and asked him to leave them for me to collect later. I assured him I could keep them at bay for quiet some time, and so we collected the candle, potion, and clear metal whistle from the altar and left the room.
Vincent – Chapter Twelve – Two Goblin Corpses – Caltrops and Barricades
Several more rooms of investigation later, following tracks in the dust of four or five humanoids, we found ourselves staring down a short hallway ending in a barricade. Behind it were two goblin pre-corpses, holding javelins. In the hall were small caltrops, making egress difficult. But not for my friends.
I sent forth my two alabaster friends at full speed across the hallway, the caltrops points unable to penetrate their armored marrow. One jumped the barricade, stepping over the arrow-ridden corpse of one goblin while the other faced the second goblin head on. Both then raked their claws into its flesh, ripping out its eyes and heart and sending it to the floor. So many new subjects for my research. So many new friends. I became very confident that my decision to take my research on the road was the right choice. I’d already gained so much. I looked forward to what lay ahead. Soon, very soon, our parents will be able to benefit from my research. And then so will the world.
He came for them in the night. It was dark. I remember the darkness. She screamed. She ran. I did not see her. And then he took them both. My parents were taken. I could feel they were gone. But when I got out of my bed and went over to them, I could see them still, unmoving, in their bed. Their blood looked black in the moonlight, staining their sheets and their walls. They were gone. But their bodies were there. And so there was hope.
I had just reached my thirteenth summer, ready for my apprenticeship with my father. But that did not change. Need not change. I started my apprenticeship with him still, my research. I spent my second thirteen summers doing nothing but my research, using all of my parents’ coin to buy what I could not steal from our village. The wilderness came back to our land, long neglected. I ate when there was food. There was always food. After several summers, I know not how many, she would bring me food to the door. She was always bringing me food. Left on the door. Some was bitter, but it was all good meat. She showed me how good it was with her skills learned in the wild. She would leave the food and go, and I would find it in the early morning darkness, fresh meat only half eaten. I would cook it and spice it and leave some of it out for her as well.
Thirteen further summers from when he came to take them, she finally returned to my doorstep, not with food but with herself. She looked at me strangely, as if I were someone she did not know, but only remembered. I remembered her. She had a wild look in her eye, but she was still her.
“Welcome home, Willow,” I said as I greeted my sixteen year old sister back into our parent’s house. She had much to tell me. I shared with her my research into restoring our parents while we shared a nice evening meal.
Book I
Vincent – Chapter One – Road Research Required
I have reached the limits of my research in our old, broken down home. Perhaps I should have maintained it, but no matter. The research is what matters. There is nothing left for me to learn in this village. We must hit the road. Not skilled at theft myself, I’ve subcontracted my thefts to a professional named Belor. He has proven quite adept. He is one of the family, though my sister has not yet joined us for dinner. She is still more comfortable in her wilds. But she has been around, watching, when he is over. She also, I think, enjoys listening from afar to his partner in theft, who cannot speak except through his drums. His drumming is almost primeval, especially when he kills. But while his killing is poetic, it is nothing compared to the precision of the Marshall. He’s my best source of all.
But now that the limits of my research have been reached, it is time for us to go on the road and see what new tomes I can find there. We will live off of the land and the people, together. We will advance our family. Now we are on the road to Oakhurst, where work for coin is in the offing, as well as something I may need.
Vincent – Chapter Two – Oakhurst
In town, we find there is work. Kerowyn Hucrele is looking for two kin, Talgen and Sharwyn, who have gone to the nearby Sunless Citadel, den of goblins, a month’s past, and have not returned. One hundred twenty-five pieces of gold for their signet rings, for each of us, or double that if they are alive and well. I wonder which would ultimately be worth more.
We also hear rumors of an apple of great power to heal sold each midsummer, and another apple of even greater power to harm sold each midwinter. I should like to think both would benefit my research. The citizens of this small town have thus far been unable to duplicate either, their saplings stolen before they could grow much taller than my knees, presumably by the goblins intent on keeping their monopoly. Clever goblins. I wonder if their brains are larger than normal. They have kept their monopoly for the past twelve years. Interestingly, this seems to coincide with a curious story from Garon, barkeep of the Ol’Boar Inn, who told our mute bard that the last time anyone inquired about the Sunless Citadel (aside from our two Hucreles) was a grim man named Belak who stopped by his bar thirteen years ago, a very large frog in tow.
Also of note is the recent attacks on cattle and food, leaving both dead in the morning, pierced by dozens of needlelike claws.
Thus filled with information, we began our long walk down the Old Road, toward the Citadel and goblins, ready to earn our coin.
Vincent – Chapter Three – Research on the Old Road
We walked down the old road single file. I made a note of each of my subjects and their physical characteristics, in case I ever needed to identify a badly mangled body. Willow walked by me, her wolf Breeze coming close behind her. Willow is short and wiry, with dark hair, dark eyes, and she was covered in leather. A dull in color but sharp in blade scimitar swung at her hip. It is good for cutting up food as well as serving other needs.
In front was Lord Malachite, his cape fluttering in the breeze, along with his long blonde hair. His eyes were green, something I’d not seen before. Glowing red eyes are another matter. He was well armored and armed with a blade and a bow. His services as Marshall have proven most useful.
Close behind him was Belor, with short black hair, braided in front. He has done well at procuring reagents hard to come by for those short of gold. He obtains gold of his own in combination with his partner, the mute bard, who carried a long spiked chain and had drums strapped to his back. His playing was a sight to behold. I found out to what degree it was soon after.
And if anyone finds my body, I have short black hair and a goatee, and I am skinny in build, though my sister does try and hunt to feed me well.
A day’s travel on the road left us with half the distance remaining, so we camped on the road for the night. It was Willow who first heard the approach of something in the night while I was studying my notes.
Vincent – Chapter Four – The sounds of Twigs breaking in the Woods at Night – Two Twig Corpses
Willow later described to me the sounds she heard. She said it was like dry leaves blowing across the barren ground, a natural sound made unnatural. She woke everyone soon after, and we all saw their approach. Two short creatures made of downed tree limbs, covered in a sticky sap.
We fought. And with great joy I summoned forth from the place I still do not understand, a wonderful ally! His slim, alabaster limbs shone in the moonlight, so pure and smooth, armor against his marrow! He walked proudly and fearlessly up to the creatures of twigs and fought his empty rib-cage out for me. It was a beautiful sight, and I almost felt tears in my eyes. But then the next moment, he was gone again. If only I could find a way to keep them here with me longer than an instant. I hoped my travels would aid me in this endeavor.
The twigs dispatched, we returned to slumber, and then traveled the remainder of our journey to the citadel in the morning.
Vincent – Chapter Five – Descent into Sunless Citadel – Three Dire Rat Corpses plus one, three goblin corpses
We reached a crack in the earth covered with the ruins of pillars. Attached to one was a knotted rope leading downward. Balor lowered himself first, right into the midst of three dire rats. He ran to stairs off of the platform and we dealt with the rest of the rats in due course.
Willow dealt with their bodies, finding the best way to lay them to rest. We then all joined Belor and took the stairs down several more platforms until we were in the cavern below at the base of a tower on the edge of the Sunless Citadel, a name appropriately descriptive, negating any requirement I elaborate in my notes.
The door to the tower was open. A pit also opened under Belor when he approached the door. Down below were two skeletal goblins, inert alas, but there was also a freshly dead goblin and a live dire rat.
We dispatched the rat and raised the body of the goblin. I took the body into my care, making further notes as I examined it and utilized it, with Willow’s assistance. We also found some coins on the corpse, further financing my research.
Vincent – Chapter Six – Tower – Three Goblin Corpses, Three allies of alabaster!
Inside the tower were three more fresh bodies, one speared into the tower wall. Willow removed the spear, revealing the name “Ashardalon” in Draconic runes upon the wall. Two more doors and one hidden door provided exit to the rounded, hollowed out tower. The mute bard seemed to recognize the name, but did not elaborate.
The hidden door opened first, the Lord Malachite entering the small room first. Three skeletal forms lay within, apparently from the days when the citadel saw sunlight. He began to search them for valuables when they took umbrage and stood to attack him. I could scarcely contain my excitement. They were beautiful! Their pale alabaster forms barely diminished in all of the years they lie fallow in the confines of the hidden tower room. The graceful curves of their armored marrow pressed into such a dark hole. One came out and the other two raked their beautiful bony claws across the Marshall’s chest.
I pulled the skull from my pouch and held it aloft, channeling its cold, strong, energy through my body. I could not tell if the chills I felt were the energy or my own excitement at my first encounter with the beautiful beings of alabaster that did not only wink into existence for a moment, but who remained for centuries. One quickly cowered, and the Marshall dispatched it, sending a tear to my eye, but my tear was short lived. The other two immediately snapped to attention and walked toward me, bowing down and awaiting my every desire. Oh how beautiful they were! I traced their curves with my fingertips, marveling at how solid they felt, excited in knowing that in another instant, they would still be with me. I filled my notebook with my findings!
Vincent – Chapter Seven – Room off Tower – One Dire Rat Corpse
A room off of the tower led to another door, one carved in the likeness of a dragon. The Mute Bard pointed at it excitedly and then pointed back toward the runes in the tower. Perhaps this was the same dragon. Perhaps all dragons look alike. I wonder what a dragon corpse looked like.
We found another dire rat corpse in the rubble by the door, after the Marshall killed it. The door itself had a keyhole in the dragon’s large mandibles, but Belor could not open it no matter how much he tried. This lock needed a key.
Vincent – Chapter Eight – Drinking Problem – One Water Mephit Corpse
Exiting the tower through the remaining door, we found a hallway with a door at the end and two other doors to the side. One led to an empty room, the other led to a small room with an iron cask.
Willow noticed the cask was sealed at the top, and she rectified this, unstopping it with much effort. And then a small creature of water flew forth and spat corrosive fluid across the small room.
This little beast proved quite resilient, shrugging off most of our attacks, and it took the combined efforts of everyone to subdue it. I even sent in one of my alabaster friends to face it, and it did quite well. But then the horrid beast spat a green arrow at my poor friend and it slowly burned his armored marrow into pulp.
“Nooooo!” I shouted as I ran forward into the tiny room, ripping off my gloves and touching it square in the chest, channeling the cold energy that powers me through my fingertips and into its tiny heart, sapping away its life force in a way it could not shrug off. It then tried to flee, and we surrounded it and subdued it at last.
I took a moment to hold my poor friend’s bones, and laid him to rest, tears in my eyes. While we were victorious, and I could feel the rush of another kind going through my body at that victory, we were badly mauled, and needed to rest. We spent nearly two days in the other empty room, resting, and watching for signs of trouble. My other friend, unscathed, stood watch the entire time, unmoving, uncomplaining. He was the ideal guardian. As I watched Willow sleep, I wondered if such a guardian would have served her well while I researched, but no, my research is its own reward. She and I will both benefit, as will our parents.
I cooked up several nice fresh stews for all to share, thought the Marshall and Belor seemed to prefer their hard trail rations to my fresh stew. Strange. Perhaps it is the spices I use. I will have to see what else I can find at the stores of Oakhurst.
Vincent – Chapter Nine – No corpses, only Kobolds
The next chamber, through the door at the end of the hall, was a large one. Inside, we found disarray. A large cage with the bars bent and distorted, unable to hold even the idea of captivity. And next to it, a sobbing Kobold. We quickly surrounded it.
“No hurt Meepo!” he said.
“Then Meepo needs to help us,” replied the Marshall.
“The clan’s dragon . . . Calcryx… we’ve lost Calcryx. The wretched goblins stole our dragon!”
The Marshall replied, “What color was your dragon?”
“Meepo dragon white!”
The Marshall declared, “I thought pseudo dragons were red, but no matter, we can help you. But we have other questions for you.”
“Meepo help you! Meepo take you to Yusdrayl, she the leader, if you make nice. Grant you safe passage, if you promise not to hurt Meepo. May be if you promise to rescue dragon, leader make nice to you, answer your questions.”
The Marshall agreed on our behalf, and the Meepo excitedly led us through another hall to a grand hall that ended at a throne. Along the way, we picked up nine more kobolds, who agreed to escort us to their leader, Meepo in tow.
Vincent – Chapter Ten – Yusdrayl, grand leader of kobolds
Yusdrayl greeted us from her throne, a throne backed by a large carving of a dragon that held in its mouth a shiny gold key. She agreed to answer our questions.
The Marshall asked her about the lost adventurers whom we were seeking for a reward.
“They fought the goblins. They never returned.” She then had a proposition for us. “If you return the dragon to us alive, I shall grant you a reward. Meepo will accompany you.”
“We’d like the key,” the Marshall said.
“Then if you bring us the dragon, it is yours!” she said, and then her guards escorted us toward where we found Meepo, on our way to face the goblins.
Vincent – Chapter Eleven – Fountains and Friends, Five Friends
Through several more halls and rooms, we ended in a room with a large, dry fountain. Written above it was a word in draconic, Nainarya, Let there be Fire. Meepo, as fluent as I, said he could read it and the Marshall asked him what it said. As he said the word, the fountain filled a small basin at its base with a red liquid. I examined it carefully, and from my notes I discerned it was a magical elixir of some kind. The Mute Bard gathered it up in a flask, and then we turned our attention to the non-ordinary door in the room.
It was a wondrous sight. Skeletal dragons adorned it in bas relief, and there were words in draconic above it, reading Tana Aman Heka Men, Channel good, open the way. The Marshall and Willow both asked me if I could channel energy to open the door, somewhat skeptical of the descriptor of the energy I controlled. I picked up my skull and held it tight, and channeled my power, feeling its cold liquid ooze down my spine. The door slowly opened.
Inside, we found five dusty sarcophagi on the walls and a dark altar with a candle burning and some other items. The Marshall immediately expected there were five friends in the room, and asked me to be ready. I’ve been ready for thirteen years.
“You think you can handle them all?” asked the Marshall.
“Yeah, they might be vampires,” added Belor.
“I can take them all!” I shouted, and I walked into the room and held aloft my skull.
The Marshall opened one of the sarcophagi. All then opened in response and five more friends entered our sight! I was so happy I almost dropped my skull, but I did not let that show, and I quickly let the power flow through me. Soon four were cowering and the fifth joined me at my side. The Marshall again set out to destroy my friends, but this time I stopped him and asked him to leave them for me to collect later. I assured him I could keep them at bay for quiet some time, and so we collected the candle, potion, and clear metal whistle from the altar and left the room.
Vincent – Chapter Twelve – Two Goblin Corpses – Caltrops and Barricades
Several more rooms of investigation later, following tracks in the dust of four or five humanoids, we found ourselves staring down a short hallway ending in a barricade. Behind it were two goblin pre-corpses, holding javelins. In the hall were small caltrops, making egress difficult. But not for my friends.
I sent forth my two alabaster friends at full speed across the hallway, the caltrops points unable to penetrate their armored marrow. One jumped the barricade, stepping over the arrow-ridden corpse of one goblin while the other faced the second goblin head on. Both then raked their claws into its flesh, ripping out its eyes and heart and sending it to the floor. So many new subjects for my research. So many new friends. I became very confident that my decision to take my research on the road was the right choice. I’d already gained so much. I looked forward to what lay ahead. Soon, very soon, our parents will be able to benefit from my research. And then so will the world.
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