by The Kingpin » Fri Apr 28, 2017 9:02 pm
"Thank you, brother. I would not be at ease with this arrangement were it not for your supervision," rumbled the Scholar appreciatively. In light of the circumstances in the city and the general mood he felt in the air, he was torn about the matter, even though he would not deny the young elf the very drive that spurred him on. After all, it was the very thing that had made her as strong as she already was.
"Where is this burrow that she's waiting for us at?" asked Ceridwen, eager but a bit uncertain, now that the moment had finally come. Was she really capable to watch over Beshayir as she had promised? Last time she'd been drawn away by the allure of the Thunderbird's power and mystique, but Beshayir had Willow and Oak to watch her. This time, they were in a City of Friends that had shown that it wasn't quite as friendly as it wanted to be.
"Your heart is heavy, dear Lazarus. I feel it, and it pains me. What troubles you so?" whispered that familiar silky voice that both comforted the Hueilin and made him squirm in discomfort. It was like she was everywhere.
"I have heard word of a certain... dragon, that I am acquainted with," he began, catching himself when he almost said friend. Septimus was, at best, a mutual friend. And even that was a stretch.
"Oh? What have you heard?" lilted Tulia, that honeyed scent wafting from her as she hung from one of the trees he was resting under. Her legs were bent in ways that no truly humanoid creature's legs should bend, looking like the legs of a bat in how bowlegged they were, only differing in the fact that in place of multiple toes, she simply had warped her feet into a pair of deadly looking hooks, gouging into the wood of the branch she clung to. He couldn't see that, his eyes closed as they were, and his head resting on the ground against his flank. But he had seen her do it before, and so he knew that to be the case now.
"That he has been places, and done things. Things completely unrelated to his task," snarled the obsidian drake.
"What is his task?" asked the inky-skinned avatar, her words soaked in a curiosity that seemed almost too interested.
"He was tasked with finding the exiled of our kind and bringing them home, Mayara included," explained Lazarus, his lips curling into a snarl. "He had sworn to do all he could to bring them back. He even argued with me over it, insisted that he was trying his best. But what he's doing... That does not seem like his best effort."
"And what is it he's been doing?"
"You mean aside from taking trips to Crestvale and spreading rumours of a 'Kraken'? He's been to some tiny city somewhere north-east of us to visit a friend. He's visited the desert a couple of times too. He apparently caught a group of pirates out there. There's even been sightings of him in Mercutio. If the exiles were there we'd have found them by now!" snarled the obsidian drake, his tail lashing violently against one of the trees a few feet away, branches striking one another and raining down to the ground below, broken from the force of the blow.
"His actions are certainly deceptive," cooed Tulia, her toothy maw curving into that uncomfortable smile he refused to look at. Indeed, it was why his head remained firmly on the grounds, and why his eyes did not open, so unpleasant was her visage. "Such treachery shouldn't go unpunished... But now is not the time, dear Lazarus. Lend me your patience a bit longer. You will have retribution... We will bring the deceiver to justice soon enough. Other things are more important though. We must first find Mayara."
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG