Episode Eighteen: The Chronicles of Klarn: Dragon Our Asses
Chronicles of Klarn
In the words of Halfred Hastings
As we were slowly but interminably being surrounded by the inhabitants of
Broken Freya called out, "Whilst thou’rt clearly lumpish fool-born barnacles,
we are glad to provide thou with surcease from thy troubles. Mayhap some of
thy fellows couldst retreat as we are not comfortable with such close companionship
with such new-found friends as thou."
"Also, know thou that we are travelers who seek others like ourselves
who have been lost. Hast thou seen any like us in recent days? We seeketh a
handsome young human man and a sinister looking older elf who may or may not
have been accompanied by a falcon."
Arty adds to one of the ones who is touching him, "I
am designated RT; do you have a designation? You are a strange lot, much
like myself. Are
you crafted by another or were you born with such oddities in form?"
Our group made it obvious that we were keeping a close eye on our belongings
reach out to touch us.
Freya added, "Hast thou love of thy appendages and felicity to thy
life, thy hands and thy ilk willst ne’r go near our belongings. Shouldst one
among thy congregation borrow uninvited, thus steal, from me or mine companions,
thou shalt be requesting treatment as such creatures as these received from
us." She gestures to the slain bulettes.
Recognizing my natural charisma would assist in approaching these creatures,
citizens of Broken. And greetings to you, Darthon. I am Halfred Hastings. Perhaps
you have some position of leadership within the town here, but I am certain
my friends and I would like to speak to all those in authority here. We are
course very pleased to have rid the area of these deadly creatures we have
slain, but such is our way, wherever we travel. Please tell us if such
creatures as these bulettes commonly plague you, or if they have only recently
"In the meantime, we do seek word of those that have already been described
to you. Perhaps you have some news for us of their whereabouts?"
I concentrated for a moment seeking to detect evil, or more hopefully
not detect evil in the beings that were surrounding us.
I continued, "I suspect my companions and I could use
respite after our battle. Perhaps you have facilities where we could rest and
refresh ourselves after such exertion. Also, I for one would be very interested
to hear the history of your town here, and of your citizens. How did you all
come to live here together? And while I do apologize for my frankness……..I
must that your appearances are not exactly…….customary. Is there some
strange tale behind the strange countenance sported by each of you?"
My nose wrinkled as the stench not only of the creature’s bodies, but
also of their souls suffused with the taint of evil greeted me.
The verminous creature named Darthon replied, "We are the forgotten of
Becubard, the unwanted and the despised. We are all who have survived. Becubard
has sent many of his beasts, some we have
slain but of late they have grown larger and more fearsome in nature. Many
have died and many have been eaten. The Master’s creations are no longer limited
now except only by the availability of prey. Ever since the dragons learned
to fear him after he stripped the flesh from Dreargakaduayrte the Ancient.
We can speak more of this later – mistress you speak of a young human boy.
Mayhap we have seen him. Pretty the boy was and quite a battle he did bring
upon us if we do indeed speak of the same lad. Pretty and hunted – yes? Come
in with me to Broken and we shall speak further."
As the frog-man approaches ever nearer to Arty he speaks in a deep, raspy
"R-T – I am Croaker, I am born like any other – born not hatched I say.
You were created were you not. I was created too – created not made. You’ve
a strong one with you no? A fine bear-man, well made he is. He looks strong.
Are you two from Becubard? It is not right to hate us. We will not die. Slay
you we will if we must. We have a bear-man too. Not as big as yours but ours
has a fine strong axe."
And others seem drawn to Freya and the other three beautiful women, a fox-like
female with sharp, feral features and a woman that is more bird than human.
"Look at the prettiess, so soft, so sparkly. I want them – I want
With and almost purr like growl the foxy woman answers.
"Grrrrrr – these are our friends fair Persephone, they have saved
us, saved us all and they may have brought us presents and trinkets for your
The denizens of Broken remain cautious but appear ever more elated as the
defeat of the bulettes begins to sink in. Lorel steps backwards and away from
the approaching mob while keeping a weary eye his bow cocked but pointed toward
the ground prepared but not threatening. He looks distracted as a hideous leathery-winged
female flying over his head. He shouts upward, "Please do not disperse – I
would speak with whoever leads you!"
As this is going on, there is a woman’s shout followed by a brilliant
explosion of light and a sharp high caw.
I turned to see Persephone, the bird-woman, stagger back and
away from Sapphire with a claw full of raven colored hair, lights exploding
in her face blinding her. Pandora points her lance fast and firm at the fox-woman
and yells, "Approach me and you will lose more than a little fur!"
Smity who up until now has been watching the vulture-like man examining the
kill while debating in his own mind whether to pray for food or to start slicing
up the bulette breaks off his thoughts as Cicily moves quickly to his side;
her eye catching his attention immediately.
"Smity – do something! If Pandora is pressed she will run one
of them through without thought – she lacks both patience and civility!"
Freya and I are in the lead nearest to Broken. Arty is not far behind. The
monks are somewhat spread out with Glauron is most near the woman; the lights
also drew his attention. Pete is near Charlie and Smokey as a smaller, darker
bear-like humanoid approaches him with its head respectfully downcast in a
Lorel yells, "Hold Pandora!"
Pandora seem oblivious to Lorel’s command
letting a low hiss escape her lips as her attention and glare stay fixed
on the fox as Pandora slowly advances. The fox’s tail reflexively draws
in between her legs and she retreats, her lip hiked revealing sharp fangs.
Persephone’s wings spread lifting her into the air in a rush leaving only a
of feathers in her wake.
Freya shakes her head and shouts, "Verily, thou’rt impertinent dizzy-eyed
nut-hooks. Confusion now hath made thee his masterpiece. Didst I not warn
thee not to approach too close?"
"Hal, mayhap, it wouldst be best if I and thou were to accompany yon
dunderheads to their abode, whilst our more cautions companions canst await
our return from the safety of the outdoors?"
In a deep growl Smokey adds, "I will accompany thou, mayhap my nature
will be of aid."
Freya, Smokey, and I move to follow Darthon into Broken, while the others
set up a small camp of sorts to wait for our return.
Smokey is followed be the smaller, darker bear-like humanoid that had approached
him somewhat submissively.
As we approached Broken the smell gets worse.
Some of the inhabitants of Broken are now distressed by their own Vulture-man
who has already started picking at the larger of the two dead bulettes.
Freya, Smokey, and I disappear into the shadows of Broken following behind
Darthon. Following behind us is a large half-woman, half-bear creature.
Broken itself is not so much a town as much as it is an enclave made up of
a hodgepodge of hastily constructed buildings thrown together as a protection
against the elements. The strength of the construction is surprising made as
it is but you can see that the interior sports heavy beams and tough looking
tight joints; still the work is exceedingly rough. There are numerous beams
of sunlight filtered though cracks in the roof and outer walls. There are also
numerous, almost random appearing doorways; some are small and others are larger;
from the size it is clear that the population is segregated by size.
As he leads us Darthon explains, "Your questions will be
answered soon. I am bringing you to our Queen, Yingarna, and High Priestess
of Damballah. She is all knowing and most wise.
You must show her great respect and seek not to approach her too closely or
speak too loudly in her presence."
Mostly we stick to the larger doorways as we approach the center of the
complex and we really haven’t very far to go, obviously Broken is not
a large place – it’s no larger than a medium castle. There are many signs
of hasty repairs and we find ourselves imagining the massive bulettes thrusting
their armored, sharp to teethed heads through walls seeking their trashing
horrified prey within these walls. The ground beneath our feet is broken and
pitted with holes; some deep enough to swallow even Smokey but Darthon avoids
the holes and leads us towards a center chamber. When we arrive he points
out a small doorway.
"Queen Yingarna awaits you inside."
The doorway is very small and very low. Not so low to prevent Freya making
it through but she will have to be on her hands and
knees; it will be awkward
and Smokey simply will not fit through the doorway.
Freya looks confused as she glances at Darthon, "Methinks thy eyesight
is as askew as thy frame. Verily we canst not all fit. Mayhap, thou couldst
chambers that we all canst fit in?"
The ratman wrinkled his nose and his tail began to twitch nervously, "I wonder if you would show the same distrust and disrespect to a human
or an elf? Is our blood any less pure than your own? Still the Queen understands
your plight and we must apologize for the condition of our holdings – the
Queen offers you free passage but only the Queen can answer the questions on
your mind, so the choice is yours. If you would have answers then you must
chose amongst yourselves one to speak on your behalf. Approach her humbly,
openly and without ill will and you will be safe. To approach the Queen in
any other way would be foolish and ill-advised."
"Darthon, why dost thou assume distrust as motive for my statement? Has
reason to be distrusted? Verily, thy soul is tainted with evil more than thy
form canst hide. Wert I to follow a human or elf whose nature was suffused
with evil, yea I wouldst not blindly trust them. Change thy heart before
thou chide me for my distrust. However, I wilst demonstrate a greater heart
than thine, and I shalt thou trust, e’en thou thy soul is evil."
"Hal, what wisheth thou that I shouldst ask their queen? I wilt visit
I answered, "Freya, consider if you would what we have already heard.
We would do well to learn everything we can of this Becubard, the beasts he
mastered and/or created, and in particular any sort of lair wherein
he might be found and then dispatched. Also, further details on his dealings
with the dragons of this realm could also be valuable. In addition, any information
that could be gleaned about the whereabouts and condition of our friend Aedaluna
is also extremely pertinent."
And turning to Darthon, I continued, "And as for your request that only
one of us visit your queen, I humbly request that I might be allowed to venture
forth with Freya and pay the proper respect to your queen in person. Humble
surroundings are of no consequence to me, I assure you! And if doorways or
quarters are such that I might not easily stand with my full stature, such
petty details are irrelevant. It is only right that we as outsiders humble
ourselves before your queen, who it would seem leads this village in it’s defense
against the forces of Becubard."
Darthon’s tail curls up as he replies, impressed with my words, "Sir
are well spoken and you appear wise, the Queen welcomes you. Be assured you
beyond this entry. We
ask only that you leave your weapons here with your rather impressive guardian
for you will have no need of weaponry within the Queen’s sanctuary. As
for your youthful consort, she would do well to learn from your example and
curtail her wagging tongue in the Queen’s presence. In fact, and for
her own sake it might be better if she waited here in the antechamber but she
is welcome to enter with you but at her own risk."
To which I reply, "I thank you for your kind words, Darthon. I
do consider a privilege to pay my respect to your queen, and yet as surpassingly
strange as this realm and
all its inhabitants seem to me. I feel no shame in admitting that I will value
the company of Freya and hope she is in fact still as eager as I am to be granted
an audience with her majesty. And I will comply with your request and leave
my weapon here with Smokey, trusted compatriot that he is. Freya, will you
honor me with your company in an audience with the queen?"
" ‘Struth, Hal, I shalt accompany thee. I also wouldst be honored to
speak with the queen. And settle thy brow for I shall mind my," she glances
at Darthon, "wagging tongue as befits a queen."
Turning fully to Darthon she continues, "But Darthon, hast I struck a
Dost thou bridle at the truth? My friend paladin, Hal, hast looked into thy
soul and seen that there is evil there. Doest thou deny it?"
Her brow softens and her voice mellows, "Mayhap though, it is but a little
evil. Know thee that I mean not to offend thy sensibilities. If thou hast
not a taste for the truth, mayhap thou shouldst change thy ways. Thus far
thou hast dealt with us most honorably and for this I thank thee and grant
thee credit. Shouldst thou continue with thy pleasant face, mayhap thou
canst shake off the taint of evil that claims thee and thus find me
Freya doffs her weaponry to Smokey as do I.
After we gave our weapons to Smokey, Darthon waves Freya and I towards the
without further delay I am pleased to grant you an audience with Queen Yingarna
that you might find that which you are seeking, " and with a slight bow
watches us enter the doorway.
Doomed by impatience Freya allows her supple form as easy quickness to put
her through the small arched doorway while I follow close behind on hands
and knees. Within we find a plain chamber with an earthen floor and a high
roof, half of the chamber is yet concealed by tapestries and colorfully strung
beads. There is an oppressive scent in the chamber, more akin to the lair of
a dragon than the court of a Queen. The chamber is bare of furnishings save
a golden cage that hangs from a jeweled chain that descends from the ceiling.
Within the cage there is an eerie repulsive, almost featherless rooster-like
creature the size of a large goose, with bat-like wings and feather tipped
lizards tail. The sickly feathers are dirty colored browns and greens; the
tail tipped with a bright red feather that matches the creature’s wattles
and comb. Its head is adorned with a falcon’s hood effectively blinding
the creature but there is no doubt that it senses our intrusion as it spreads
its wings in protest and it crows our arrival.
Suddenly – quietly the veiling tapestries part revealing Queen
eyes meeting our own glow balefully with a dim yellow glare.
Both Freya and I are immediately intensely aware of the Queen presence,
our bodies clench involuntarily as if surprised by an unexpected cold breeze,
while the short hairs of our bodies rise. Eerily we feel sympathy as she crawls
and slithers across the ground. Simultaneously we feel both revulsion and
a compulsion to be attentive, as if her every movement and desire is somehow
Yingarna is both alluring and frightening, sharing the natures of both a serpent
and a beautiful, bronzed woman; her features are regal and exotic. She is bedecked
in jewels and gold befitting a Queen but only in gold and jewels otherwise
she is bare to the waist wherein her hips expand into a gloriously scaled twin
tails each an easy fifteen feet long.
I had only just entered and almost didn’t make it to my feet before
I needed to bow low. Freya is momentarily dazed by the Queen’s entry
but quickly recovers her composure. I bristle with the unquestionable taint
I sense within the chamber, not only from the Queen but also from the bird-like
creature in the cage. I signaled to Freya as much as discretely as I could.
After passing through the tapestries, Yingarna raises her torso to a height
of seven feet as if she is taking our measure.
"Welcome to my home, I know why you have come and I offer you my leave
to ask what you must, only seek not to judge me or my people lest you would
be judged by me. Our visitors number too few, while the challenges are great,
too great for petty concerns of small minds."
Freya lowers her eyes so as not to appear haughty, "Great Queen,
we art honored that thou wouldst deign to receive us in thy presence, and since
thou knowest why we hath come, prithy tell us what we must needs know. Hast
thou knowledge of our lost companions? We seeketh the fair young Jack, a human
boy hunted by Drendel and Aerdaluna, an elven wizard of charms surprisingly
powerful who seeketh after good dragons. Know thou anything of them?"
I spoke next, "Your majesty, we are indeed honored by
your appearance before us, as my friend here has already stated. I confess
of beauteous speech surpasses mine, and thus I can but humbly request that
you might honor her words with forthright answers, so that we might both aid
your villagers in their plight and find our missing friends."
"Travelers I am indeed my people’s Queen as so I represent our interests
a whole, I myself thank you and your fellows for service you rendered thus.
I do not begrudge the land sharks their nature nor should you begrudge ours
or mine. Ultimately, we do as we are; to act otherwise would be to deny your
nature, by definition unnatural. So I make no equivocation when I say your
a gift to a starving population. The boy Jack sought refuge here."
"On the day he arrived had nature fully taken its course your sweet friend
would have been fully assimilated with us through consumption for there is
no place in Broken for the beautiful or the weak. He would not have survived
here long but he did not arrive alone for he was followed by Drendel, and Drendel’s
men and the beasts gifted to them by Becubard. So that elation of
the people was short-lived and ended by Drendel’s demand for the boy.
Drendel was well armed. He traveled with six men-at-arms, his mount Wrath,
the Aurak Ambassador and three surtaki and they lay siege to Broken."
acted unwisely; he was acting out of vengeance! His motives were impure and
unbalanced so much so that he would not be denied. So I ordered the boy
released. He held himself well, crediting himself, holding his head high.
Fate was on his side as is his nature. As he walked toward his fate bulettes
exploded from the earth falling upon Drendel and his men. In the confusion
Jack fled still naked; but I was inspired by his courage I ordered Persephone
to fly to him with supplies and clothing that he even now might yet be alive.
As for Drendel’s party the largest surtaki was killed by the bulette
but not before it’s thorns caused the bulette grievous injury, while the
second bulette had its way with Drendel’s men. We choose not to assist Drendel,
rather the people decided to hurl waste and rain arrows on Drendel and his
men while cheering the bulette and we celebrated its victory by feast on Drendel’s
At this point Yingarna pauses closing her eyes – there is a sense that she
is not through but at the same time almost not there, then she opens her
eyes and continues, "Unfortunately, we know nothing of the one you call
Aerdaluna. If he is seeking good dragons he will likely be disappointed; still
if he persists his path should lead to Exaurdon."
Freya takes a breath, feeling somehow diminished yet blessed in the presence
of the Broken Queen.
"Thy form most beautifully melds the grace of human with strength of
serpent, but most of thy subjects art a chaotic mélange of forms most
strange. Canst thou tell us also of thy plight? As we searcheth for our friends,
we may be able to assist thee in thy challenges as we hath with thy bulette
The Queen’s aura, prestige and strange wisdom too fascinate me, but I am most
compelled by her eyes. I bow my head slightly averting my gaze lest I
be befuddled and lost in the pull of the Queen’s gaze.
"Some here were born, others hatched yet all were made thus by Becubard
is unto a God to us all. The Father nurtures and teaches us wisdom giving
us the natural laws. Among the created I alone have been blessed and cursed
to see and understand his true nature. I alone could see both what was right
and wrong. Try as he might, Father could not contain me and because I was his
so he could not destroy me. He was at odds with his nature
while I was wholly within my own; I alone in my existence have always been
pure of thought and purpose and in the midst of the Father’s confusion I
found that I could enlighten others. I found that there were other Gods and
deeper truths, the mysteries of Damballah. Father himself did teach us that
if one hand is diseased better to strike it off than to allow it to corrupt
the whole. If one’s eye is deceiving you pluck it out to avoid deception!
How then could he keep me or us? I fled into the wilderness and many did
follow me. We created this settlement under the eyes of the dragons and many
were lost as battles ensued. Father rallied against both them and us until
the Ancient intervened but he too underestimated Father’s will and power. Dreargakaduayrte
refused to be remade and yet plied his
great will and power to resist Father’s desires to recreate him. In the great
battle that followed Dreargakaduayrte was stripped of flesh. After the battle
sent his lesser creations, those that are pure of purpose and
lacking in the ability to think, into the wilds now known as Becubard to
dissuade others from approaching too closely and thus he avoids further
disturbances to work. We are harassed and preyed upon by many of his
creations, yet we persist such is our nature and again Father is at peace
and unconstrained. Nature has won out as it must."
Freya pauses to let the queen finish her tale, "Great Queen, please
my impertinence, but me thinks thou doest not credit thy nature in its
fullness for doth it not also allow thee the ability to make choices for
right or ill? While I hath also heard of teachings such as thou dost
describe, ‘to strike off an offending limb before it corrupt the whole,’ but
dost thou not recognize that there exist healing arts. If one hand is
diseased, better then to heal it than to destroy it for how canst thou know
to what purpose the gods wished to use that hand thou hast destroyed."
"Similarly, if thou destroy one eye that is deceived, thou hast altered
perception of the world and it is not accurate any more. Thy vision is now
skewed; thy depth perception is no more. Thou canst not distinguish between
what is near and what is far. Is it not better to teach that eye to see the
deception for what it is so that it can see through the illusion? Thus is it
not also in thy nature to heal and grow through knowledge to become better
than thou wast created? And thus as Queen, art thou not obligated to lead
thy people in such growth, to teach them to resist their original nature to
"I ask because thou didst unnerve me with thy prediction of Jack’s fate
amongst thy people. Art thou not beautiful? Thy people consume thee not.
Thinkst thou that Jack is weak? Again, me thinks that thou wouldst be
surprised. Didst thou truly look at Jack? Didst thou not see that his nature
is not unlike thine? He too is of two natures, two worlds blended. Yea, even
created by Corellon. He is a child yes, and thus is not completed in his transformation,
but he is
perhaps more like thee than thou thinkest."
"But enough of my presumptuous speech, I must humbly thank thee for thy
ultimate care of Jack. Thy decision to assist him after he left thee is sign
of great benevolence as befits a Queen. I have two remaining questions thus.
Firstly, wouldst thou give leave to Persephone to take us to where she last
saw Jack and didst deliver thy gracious gift to him? Secondly, dost thou
desire from us any further service before we take our leave? Art thou
possessed of any further harassment, that thou wisheth us to dispel thee
"Child, did I not welcome you to conversation? I only warned you to judge
only if you would be judged. Fear not to speak your mind with me but also resist
the wasting of words as not all that is said is literal. Also be clear the
thoughts you distrust were not my own words but the teachings of Becubard.
As I explained I fully comprehend the right and the wrong of his words and
I did not fully explain his teachings. Father seeks not only to cast off
also to add to and improve. He ignores the nature of things and remakes them
in new images more fittings to his purposes. He places himself above nature.
As for Jack he exists within nature. The nature of us the inhabitants
of Broken has been perverted and bred into the perversity of distaste for that
which is perfect by nature, perhaps even a hatred of that which my people
never have. We exist in imbalance. It is not right and we are not at fault
for our condition but it is our nature. I do not venture to make the same
error as our Father. Who is to say that we are wrong? We are less likely to
between the value of one life over another. Our nature is dual. Can you say
that you value the snake as much as the man? Is the man’s life worth
more than the snake? If a man is greater than is a snake than is not a dragon
greater than a man? These are the questions that plague those who question
the nature of things. I do not. Such that I can tell you Persephone’s
nature is one that values shiny objects and you might gain her assistance
with such an offering. As for the perversions of Becubard, they will persist
least as long as he persists and we will endure. Our fates are linked. For
without Becubard the dragons would come to the death of us all."
I continue, "Your Majesty, I, like Freya, am grateful for the gracious
manner in which you have dealt with us. We appreciate your information about
Jack, and look forward
to speaking with Persephone to see if she might assist us in locating him.
And if, as you say, a shiny bauble or two might assist us in our efforts, then
no doubt some such arrangement can be made."
"In the meantime, if I might impose upon your patience yet again, with
regard to our friend Aerdaluna and his hunt for dragons of a goodly nature,
a place known as Exuardon. Might we not speak of this place before we take
our leave of you? Surely Freya and I would both be grateful to hear of anything
you might know about such a place, and how it might be reached, and what dangers
a journey there might present….."
As she speaks the Queens eyes go blank – almond shaped orbs of softly illuminated
"Our travels have been limited to a crossing of the broken plains that
divide us from Becubard and as stated our visitors are too few; still I can
feel tribulations and movement, not at one point but many. Exuardon is one
such but you will encounter many. Aerdaluna’s path leads to Exuardon
and it is Exuardon where the light burns brightest."
The cat-eyed slits of the Queen’s eye reappear highlighted by the bluish
purple of her brow.
"This is a land manifestly controlled by Dragons. Here cloaked in Becubard’s
shadow we are isolated, protected but beyond these plains dangers unseen will
again be manifest. They churn with appetites larger than any comprehend waiting
to consume us all. Each plying their own great pull, only by careful navigation
and using the pull of one against the other can any hope to survive. If you
survive your actions here will influence us in ways unknown to anyone, a future
like the mists that surround us. The mists can be your greatest ally and your
most dangerous foe. Their ways are unpredictable, few can navigate them safely
and to those that do anything is possible."
I consider the Queen’s words for a moment, and reply, "Your
Majesty, I offer apologies for my words, which you might well take as impertinent,
were you not so gracious in your dealings with
us. For it seems
to me that your talk of the location known as Exuardon is very
much akin to the mists that you say will beset us on our way there. I humbly
you to tell us anything you might know of a route to this place, or
a map that
could detail such a route. I understand from your description
that we might well be beset upon by evil dragons along the route, and I assure
value such a warning and will heed it well. But, as I’m sure
we are still at a compete loss as to how we might even set out
Factors such as distance, direction, the type of terrain we might
have to cross, dangers in addition to the dragons we might face……Freya
and I can only
hope that you might share anything you know of such details with
before we take your leave."
The Queen’s brow narrows as she glides effortlessly, silently towards
me her gaze never wavering fixed upon my eyes. I suddenly realize
that during the entire conversation she has never blinked and my knees want
to weaken but my steely nerves fortify them.
"I am not nearly as gracious as you suppose. Gracious denotes kindness
and I am not kind, kindness is ill afforded in Broken. Ask not for kindness,
courtesy I offer freely – honesty that too I shall grant. I am wearied – we
have been under siege for many days. My court has no friends, no future and
no hope. They have only me and I am too honest to delude them so no, I am not
kind. What words do you have to offer us? Is it kindness that separates us?
If it were Persephone that was hunted on account of her own action would you
eagerly come to her aid? We appreciate that you have slain the creations of
Becubard and we are neither so hungry nor foolish enough to attack you. I do
not value currency or trinkets they hold no value for us here. Still I have
told both that which I know and some that I do not know; Exuardon is one of
these. Distance and direction have little meaning here – the mists are
all powerful. What meaning I found leads you first past Firelake to our West
and South there will be wood there and many challenges. You will be both united
and separated further, some will fall and still others will prevail. Not everything
will be as it seems. The dangers manifest will be larger and more overwhelming
than any of you imagine. Of the Dragons and their clans they are legion in
Fireshore: Molten, Magma, Pheuri, Phirebolt, Brighteyes, Mera, Starcaller,
Sonis, Agerris, Culleste, Angarr the Red, and Fastwing the Fallen these are
name I know but there are many I do not know."
Freya bows her head slightly, "As thou dost not desire our baubles, then
mayhap all we canst offer thee is our friendship for thy courtesy and honesty.
And, thus with friends, mayhap thou wilt have future and hope. Verily, shouldst
thou or thy people be hunted and need our aid, we shall provide what aid we
can. We thank you for all you have given us and by your leave we will weary
you no longer."
The Queen nods and we exit as quickly and respectfully as we can so that we
can return to our companions.
As we walk back through Broken I look over at Freya with amazement, "Freya,
I must admit that I am impressed with your handling of that meeting. My initial
impression of you was apparently not accurate."
"Verily, thou shouldst not jump to thy conclusions based on such flimsy evidence.
Yea, I too am impressed with thy ability to stay focused on the task at
hand. Mayhap, I didst misjudge thee as well. While thou art still a spongy
beetle-headed moldwarp, thy sword is sharp, thy arm strong, and thy wit is
not as dull as thy attitude wouldst
at first purport. Mayhap we’ll make a decent man of thee
I scowled at her acerbic tongue, but I remembered how it was when I was
barely yet a teen and realized that Freya was going to at times be an irresponsible
her way to becoming a responsible young woman.