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Chapter VII: Revelations

Wolf Rawrrr

Wolf-Knight
Date: October 12th (Sunday), year 3321
Location: The Frostback Mountains
Weather: Cloudy, bright, and cold, with occasional gusts of colder wind.


  • Around 10:00 h
    Master Renhart's Residence, Village of Haven



    Master Renhart appeared glad to be of further service. He motioned for the group to seat themselves as they liked, then set about fetching the promised drinks and snacks while at the same time answering Auri's questions.

    "Oh, that man had seen his fair share of harm," he began as he disappeared into the other room. Suddenly, his head reappeared behind the door frame for a moment to add: "Not that his life was ever truly in danger! Not since the moment Carn brought him to my door. He saved his life, but for the life of me I could not assure him of that. I was honestly quite surprised when he finally left him in my care. Of course, by then his condition had truly stabilized, though he remained unconscious."

    The snacks were first to be taken care of. Renhart produced a large bowl of roasted nuts and sliced apples, as well as some cheese and bread on a tray, all neatly assembled. "I asked him myself, you know," he continued as he set the food before them, "About the details of the attack and what exactly happened. To help assess his condition, but also out of curiosity. I understood that Carn got knocked out of the fight early, over and down a steep hill - fortunately not too high, and well cushioned by recent snowfall. The dragon used fire at first, then its tail; the way Aron described it, the beast came for you with somewhat of a vengeance almost. Aron himself earned severe burns and was badly beaten while defending another member of the party... A woman, I think? What saved him in the end was getting swept aside and half buried under the snow. The beast must have thought him dead."

    The healer returned to the back room again to tend to the tea, but kept talking.

    "It all sounded fairly typical of a dragon attack, though I can't explain the beast's aggressiveness, or the suddenness of the attack. Or why it was even there, come to think of it! It must have arrived to the Frostbacks recently, for there is no way that a beast like that could have a lair here for long without someone from Haven noticing!"
 

Kaerri

Dannigan's Lady
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"I would like a cup of tea," Maggie admitted in response to Carn's question. There didn't seem a good way to remind him that they were also supposed to be gathering information if they could, not without acknowledging aloud that they had a mission other than what they'd already stated, so she let it go for now. With Auri also wanting to stop for a bite (how like him!), the reminder hopefully wouldn't be necessary. She settled herself on one of the comfy-looking chairs and happily accepted a handful of nuts and a few slices of apple, which she perched on a piece of bread in lieu of a plate (she does this even if there are plates present). "We were wondering about that too," she told the healer, raising her voice so he could hear her in the other room. "Is it perhaps migrating? The dragonhunters left only this morning, you said. Did they have something to guide them or are they returning to the site of the attack to start tracking from there, do you know?" While she waited for the tea, and the answer, she popped a couple of the nuts into her mouth, trying not to chew too loudly.
 

Rekai Leon

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Faron Firestorm

- The Fiery Brawler -

Faron chuckled a bit when Varys was complaining about the fire. At that moment, he was thinking about some mischievous acts. He knew he could impress, or even frighten those around him by igniting that fire. However, Faron’s maturity had held him off from doing so. He clearly knew that his energy was not supposed to be wasted on something like that, especially when he was venturing in a freezing terrain where his fire-based energy would be depleted much quicker than usual. What would Faron do if he did not have enough power the moment he needed it most? He certainly did not want to put his life at unnecessary risk and be a burden to his teammates. Besides, who among those brave warriors would be impressed and frightened anyway?

The Drakkar could then feel the cold from Ingvar’s hand when he was clapping his arm. “My story, huh? Let me see...” Faron said, thinking for a bit, “well, I once escorted a pet owner through the Wilderness. She carried about twenty baby wolves with her and certainly wanted all of them to be safe. The most annoying part? They kept surrounding me as if I was their father!” He grumbled a bit, “I have no idea why they did that to me, but I guess they did so to everyone who has escorted them. It was so difficult to pay attention to the surroundings when a group of baby wolves kept jumping on my shoulders, one by one, not to mention that they never stopped barking. They were so energetic that they seemed to never stop, even when I was trying to have a quick nap. Right now, I can still feel their fur rubbing against my skin. Sometimes I wonder, were they wolves at all? Fortunately, I was conscious enough to not be caught off guard, and the pet owner and their wolves were safe.”
 
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ParrotParfait

A White Budgerigar Staring Into The Abyss
Carn Barley

- The Iron Wall -


Carn sat down quietly, if not sheepishly due to his early suggestion. Though the prospect of food and drink was always appealing, his appetite disappeared after Auri brought up the question of the attack. At least the punching feeling from that memory was lessened greatly. When Horn recalled the chaos of when Carn barged in, Carn strangely felt at peace despite feeling morose.
"I asked him myself, you know,"
When Horn dropped those words, Carn, rather than looking at the food, looked at Horn. Getting Aron’s perspective was far more engrossing than snacks. As Horn began describing Aron's account, a picture of the event formed in Carn’s head, and when Horn finished, Carn reclined against the back of his seat. The account did not change the fact his team was dead, but at the very least, it dispelled some ambiguity surrounding the attack. It was a small comfort to know that Aron protected Cara as much as he could. Carn just wished that he could have been there to protect Cara as well, then maybe… Carn took a deep breath before his eyes settled on the bread and cheese. After carefully picking up the human-sized portion, an oddly familiar blip that said “who” streaked his mind, but he paid little attention to it, opting for the conversation as he munched on his snack.
 

Dannigan

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Auri Grashaal the Insatiable

- Drakkar Ambassador to Asgard -


"It all sounded fairly typical of a dragon attack, though I can't explain the beast's aggressiveness, or the suddenness of the attack. Or why it was even there, come to think of it! It must have arrived to the Frostbacks recently, for there is no way that a beast like that could have a lair here for long without someone from Haven noticing!"
"Agreed," Auri replied as he dug into the snacks. "My guess is that the dragon was desperate, perhaps kicked out of their own lair. Bad enough we reptiles are cold-blooded creatures here up in the frosty regions, but to be a fire-breather too and come here instead of where it is warmer? I think something strange indeed took place with this particular dragon."

"We were wondering about that too," she told the healer, raising her voice so he could hear her in the other room. "Is it perhaps migrating? The dragonhunters left only this morning, you said. Did they have something to guide them or are they returning to the site of the attack to start tracking from there, do you know?" While she waited for the tea, and the answer, she popped a couple of the nuts into her mouth, trying not to chew too loudly.
"Aye, and would you provide more details about them, if you please? Delicious snacks, by the way!" But in Auri's mind, what snacks weren't?
 

Wolf Rawrrr

Wolf-Knight
Date: October 12th (Sunday), year 3321
Location: The Frostback Mountains
Weather: Cloudy, bright, and cold, with occasional gusts of colder wind.


  • Around 10:00 h
    Master Renhart's Residence, Village of Haven



    Master Renhart returned to the main room before long, carrying another tray; this one with a large teapot and four mugs. Heat rose from the pot, and the scent of green herbs quickly filled the air.

    "One question at a time, hm?" he said as he set everything down and straightened out his back. "I couldn't tell you much else about the dragon, for I know little about them in general. I have treated wounds inflicted by dragons before, fortunately, and probably heard most of the same stories you all have. As for the hunters... The... What were they called again?" Renhart paused and frowned, seeming to give this serious thought and looking displeased at his inability to recall. "Ah. Silver... Silverhawks? Silver-something. They did indeed have a plan for finding the dragon, apparently. Aron said as much, in an attempt to lessen my concern. All in all, they seemed like a hardy fellowship. They did not rub me off as amateurs. I'm sure they know what they're doing better than any of us, hm? If your friend had to go, at least he's in reliable company."

    Renhart actually gently patted Carn on the shoulder, trying to encourage him. Then he began pouring the tea into the mugs, offering them to the party one by one. It was hot, but drinkable. Finally he sat down himself, grabbing a hold of his mug with both hands.

    "Anyway, from a layman's perspective... I don't see how they would go about tracking a winged beast, even if they started from the scene of a recent attack. So it's reassuring that they had another plan. Of course, that's probably the best thing that you could do, if you are certain about going after them. The path up the mountain leads past the place where the dragon attacked you," he said, looking at Carn. "So they would have had to go that way anyhow. Which reminds me. You don't have to worry about your fallen friends. I've had men from the village look for their remains and bring them back; they are buried now in our graveyard. T'were already a sad fate that befell them. Would have been sadder still to just leave them lying there in the snow."

    The healer began to sip his tea.
 

ParrotParfait

A White Budgerigar Staring Into The Abyss
Carn Barley

- The Iron Wall -


When the aroma had reached Carn’s snout, the fragrance tickled his nostrils as memories of home flooded into his mind. Horn began speaking again, snapping Carn’s attention back to Horn. Nothing caused Carn to stir, but Horn’s encouragement did make Carn less tense in his body and less antsy to leave.

After Horn poured the tea, Carn received the mug, holding the human-sized mug with both hands. A nice amber liquid glistened in the mug as brown flecks danced around in the cup. The tea certainly looked as good as it smelled. While keeping his attention on Horn, Carn sipped the brew. It was bitter, but in a soft and gentle way, and had a forest-like note, the combination reminding him of his mother’s tea. Carn couldn’t help but nod at the mug as he took sips and listened to Horn. Mid-sip, Horn gave mention of his friends, interrupting Carn’s drink. Upon learning his friends were buried, Carn lowered the mug and stared into it.

There was a momentary silence before Carn uttered, “Thank you.” All this time, a horrid image lurked in Carn’s mind like a dark specter. The picture of his friend’s corpses lying in the frost and buried by the snow lingered in the dark crevices of his thoughts. Now it was gone, leaving a cathartic hollowness. Carn looked up at Horn and said, “Thank you. They can now rest with the Maker.” After saying that, Carn looked back down at the mug, emptied of thoughts and emotion.
 

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