Prologue
"How about the tale of Aetinduvial, the copper dragon?" Gontlebart had been pretty quiet for a time, leading his pony by a rope. Nash shrugged, she never got bored of Gontlebarts stories - but she never did pay too much attention to them either. He'd told them all before, and she usually just let his melodic voice go on in the back of her mind as she watched the landscape around them. "The part with the dragonslayers, or the part with the burnt down halfling village?" She looked at the farmlands far away on their right as she spoke to her brother. They had been wandering close to the Mushfens for a while now, but the road they followed was slowly turning inland towards drier and more civilized areas. "The dragonslayers!" Gontlebart replied, watching the road ahead as he thought of where to start. The siblings were used to traveling together, and it had been over a week since they left Wartle and even there they only stayed one night. Before that, they came from Whistledown, but they never used to stay long there either - it carried an eerie feeling they couldn't quite shake. Korvosa was the last place they lived in for more than a week.
"We begin our story when Jonatah, powerful transmuter; and Kinti, famous after the battle against the Ghoul Lord, have gathered a following of two dozen dwarves and humans and left Rifton village heading east, through the hills. The rumours of the dragon's plots to enslave the minds of every child in Rifton had been told for many years, but they had been stories used to scare the children to behave until young Kartz during her rite of passing into womanhood had suddenly spoken in the ancient tongue of the dragons, conjuring fantastic monsters out of the very earth. Fear spread through town, and she was soon driven out of the village - but the story of Kartz is a different one. Kinti, armed with a longspear shedding magical light as if containing a large bonfire, lead the villagers towards the hills..."
The rumbling and clanking noise from beyond the door didn't bother Nitly as she approached. Opening the door to Savah's Armory, she found Billie, her armor in her hands, standing with a pile of swords, greaves and other metal armor plates around her. "Well, help me pick it up!" Billie sighed, putting her splint mail next to her in a clear spot on the floor as Nitly burst into laughter before she could cover her mouth with her hand. Quickly, Nitly went down on her knees, stacking swords in a neat pile to make it easier putting them in the barrel that was knocked over. Trying to stop her laughter did not work out, and her occasional giggling bursts made her drop the swords several times - when she nearly cut herself on a sword it only got worse. "Alright, alright!" Billie smiled with her sister. She was done with her work for today - had been before she made a mess trying to open the door carrying the armor in her hands - and was about ready for the evening. "So, hrrm..." Nitly, cleared her through, trying to stop the laughing. "I talked to Cracktooth, and our plans are on for tonight! We'll just swing by there and grab the ale and sausages right after this... Were you planning on bringing that along?" Nitly looked at the armor her sister had been carrying. "No, no, I was just making some adjustments - I'll drop it off at home!" Billie were placing the last of the pauldrons on the display shelf. "Right! So, he told me we don't have to pay much - a silver for the sausages, and these are nice sausages! Told me I'll make it lavender to him when that shipment arrives, in a week or so. Nice, right?" Billie nodded, sausages on that hill overlooking the south-eastern lost coast road would make for a nice evening.
"When it emerged from its magical hiding place in the rock ceiling, the dragon had a sly look on its face. He thought he had won, the trap was sprung and the dwarves were all busy hacking away at the rock floor holding their catapult in place - not knowing it was now nothing more than a statue. It was at that time that Jonatah finished his spell, and all of the armed and angry humans grew to the size of trolls! Kinti yelled out, her voice mighty as it echoed through the chamber. COME OUT NOW, AND FACE US! But they did not know where the dragon was before-" "I see Sandpoint!" Nash interrupted Gontlebart for the first time throughout the story. The sun would soon set, and they stopped to watch for the roofs underneath the streams of smoke that rose from their chimneys. "You're right! We're soon there!" Gontlebart pulled the pony as they again started walking, their pace slightly higher, both smiling. "I can't wait to meet our cousins!"
This message was last edited by the player at 12:46, Fri 26 May 2017.