by The Kingpin » Tue May 08, 2012 9:07 pm
Septimus's eyes widened noticably, taken by surprise. the energy released was not the same as that of the Cursed Tome, so he knew that Desrium's guess wasn't correct even before he went to investigate. However, that meant it could only be one thing. The Eye of the Afreet. "Well then, I suppose that answers our question of where next. It seems we have a heading" rumbled the Dragon as he flexed his wings, the guards giving the two Dragons some space as Septimus picked up a bit of speed before leaping into the air, his wings beating powerfully as he lifted himself upwards...
"Andruil" responded the half-elf as he approached the man, noting that he happened to have Andruil's uncle's name. Taking a closer look at him, he seemed very much like he was barely keeping himself together. his clothing was tattered, dry blood coated dirty bandages across his chest, he seemed to sway slightly from exhaustion, hunger, or both, and the look in his eyes related a story of hardship that he could sympathise with. During the revolution, he had tended to many like him. "Now, as wonderful as it is to chat, I believe there are more pressing matters to attend to, no?" he said with a smirk as he lifted one of the man's arms over his shoulder, helping him towards the fireplace, already crackling brightly, an aura of warmth swirling around the camp from the unnatural whitish golden flames...
"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