He tosses and turns as his dreams haunt his sleep. The visions of people burning and his mother screaming for him to run ever present. The sight of the bright red underbelly and the lick of the flames on his skin. Suddenly he wakes the night cool and crisp as he breathes in deeply. The fire is almost out and the dawn creeps upon him as he pulls his cloak around him the soft fur of it comforts him and he begins to break camp breathing deeply again. He pulls out a old dusty spell tome and looks at it. Somewhere inside is the answer to the name of the dragon that took all he knew. The cause of his terrors. The destroyer of his world. He just needed to unlock the words of the book written in a cryptic ancient language by his mother. Shaking his head he laments silently if only he had paid more attention to ancient languages in his mother's schooling. He just knew the location and name of the dragon were locked somewhere in the book. It had to be! He looks up to the skies his eyes darting from one cloud to the next each ablaze like dragon's fire in the morning sun. He shivers as the wind picks up and steps off perhaps a colleague of his would be able to decipher the writing and the quest for vengeance and justice could be begin..........
Kory Sentinel
"We should take the army head on!"
"... it sounds like a terrible idea, but look at that smile."
"And he just sounds so confident ... he is a favored soul."
"Even if we don't survive, he will, and isn't that what matters?" -Red Lancer
Dust particles dance like wisps on the beams of light entering the building. Old papers lay strewn about a once occupied place that is quiet and only the sounds of his feet hitting the wood as it creaks can be heard. As he sifts through old letters and correspondence a cross look on his face he lets out a long sigh and slowly turns toward the door as he does he looks upon the haft of his spear by the door and the leather wrapping bound upon it bearing scales of dragons slain a small piece of a carving can be seen under the wrapping he quickly covers it up securely then grabs the spear heading out the door to find his vengeance on the road. Perhaps the time had come to look for new beginnings with new faces. Closing the door and breathing in the salty sea air about him he heads off on the road the sun rising higher with each step and his anger growing with each day.
Kory Sentinel
"We should take the army head on!"
"... it sounds like a terrible idea, but look at that smile."
"And he just sounds so confident ... he is a favored soul."
"Even if we don't survive, he will, and isn't that what matters?" -Red Lancer
The forest edge dances with red and orange hues as the night silence is pierced by the dull crackle of the fire. Over it a boar hangs searing in the heat releasing the aromatic scents of roasting meat into the night sky. He watches the fire dance and lick at the edge of the clearing and then shifts his gaze upwards into the night sky. Little fires light up his vision as he peers into the infinite night. Slowly a stirring shadow, silhouette goes across his vision black against the light of the night and clouds. Slowly a smile creeps across his face as he rips a piece of the boar off and biting into it juices bursting forth into his mouth he eats, hungrily while thinking of how to approach the mountain on the morrow. Tonight he would eat hearty for tomorrow would bring the hunt.......
Kory Sentinel
"We should take the army head on!"
"... it sounds like a terrible idea, but look at that smile."
"And he just sounds so confident ... he is a favored soul."
"Even if we don't survive, he will, and isn't that what matters?" -Red Lancer
The last light of the setting sun casts his shadow long across the snow covered trail his feat heavy with each step he takes as he approaches the wooden gates he calls up to the guardsman to open the gates. Sounds of wood sliding and the creak of the door fill the sound of the mountains a thick smell on the air. Sulphur and ash mixed in with fresh blood of hill giants on his armor. his nose wrinkles, his eyes harden, he steps through the gate pulling off his helm revealing the dark lock and blue eyes many have come accustomed to seeing from the man in kilted armor. Speaking briefly with some in Nashkel he would find that a great red wyrm had been seen on the mountain peaks. His senses catch fire. His brain begins to go in circles as he thinks of the past and what this could mean. Perhaps the silhouette was indeed what he was searching for all these years. He lifts his arms in praise to he who holds the coin of fait and steps off in search of allies.........
Rumors of a great red dragon sighting circulate around Nashkel and Beregost. It was seen perched in the Cloudpeaks near Nashkel before flying off to the north. Some may have even seen it as it passed over the Friendly Arm Inn and the Wood of Sharp Teeth. The smell of smoke, carried by the wind, reached those in Nashkel not long after the dragon departed. http://www.bgtscc.net/viewtopic.php?f=1 ... 83#p604683
Kory Sentinel
"We should take the army head on!"
"... it sounds like a terrible idea, but look at that smile."
"And he just sounds so confident ... he is a favored soul."
"Even if we don't survive, he will, and isn't that what matters?" -Red Lancer
Page after page he shuffles through an old tome all it a jumbled blur to his eyes. Symbols, characters and scribbles all look alike to him. The last vestiges of light begin to fade as his patience begins to thin. His nerves being stretched like taffy in a kids playful hands. As he sighs and rubs his face in frustration some of his fellows begin to gather around the fire. As the book is passed around first to one and then to another. None could decipher the book. From squire to arcanist to favored none could find the puzzle's key. The book would remain a mystery as they headed into the gate to seek knowledge on the matter. one, two, three, four and five they all pass the guards into the gate headed to a well known bookstore the conversation is light and somewhat cheery as they come up to doors barred and a sign reading Closed For Rennovations undaunted they decide that the wizard in the district might have a way for them to find out the knowledge they were so desperately seeking. Speaking with the wizard they soon find out that the help sought could only be found deep underneath the city itself in a ancient area now run foul with undead. Never to be ones to shy from danger or helping those in need they would set out into the depths of the city to seek their destiny.......
"... it sounds like a terrible idea, but look at that smile."
"And he just sounds so confident ... he is a favored soul."
"Even if we don't survive, he will, and isn't that what matters?" -Red Lancer
The bodies of deep dwarves litter the entryway. Their breathing heavy from the combat with the first of those to encounter. The smell of sulphur strong in cavern the heat felt. Resolve set he grasps his spear tightly and looks at the others. Here the time has come. Now the time for justice will be served and with it freedom will realized. He turns his wolf hide cloak black against the shine of his plate and leads them deeper into the hold........
"... it sounds like a terrible idea, but look at that smile."
"And he just sounds so confident ... he is a favored soul."
"Even if we don't survive, he will, and isn't that what matters?" -Red Lancer
