Diary of Zaaz Bloodfortune:
Who would imagine me, flying over a battlefield in my skirts, battling to reach safety. The enemy, camped in a great mass around the keep, shooting magic and rallying troops to intercept us. This quest leads us down stranger and stranger paths. Only the revelations about the… fluid nature of reality keep me sane. What's that you voices… Bahh.. I be sane as one can be in a world where up is down and ducks quack like lions. Now, where was I in our tale...
Tavum had turned as diffuse as the wind and was floating slowly towards our goal, but I could see more coming to kill us. Taking out my Wand of Levitation I cast it upon him as he came back to normal. Towing him along with me, I resumed my flight as he grumbled about the indignity of it all. Frost Drakes and an obvious spell caster almost upon us, I shushed him and called upon my magic as they entered my range. I tried to enfeeble the wizard, but his strength of will was too great. Sadobras charged the group and was into the fray. Bescaylie and her mount Efrixes swooped and fought, but were badly hurt by a breath weapon. Calling upon the energies, I turned the air around two of them to a toxic miasma and one of them fell violently upon those watching the battle below. A bolt of lightning came forth from the wizard, striking Bescaylie with more damage and we could see she was woozy in her saddle. Sadobras moved up to pressure the spellcaster and struck him. One of the Drakes moved up and struck at me, while another struck at Sadobras’s Warg. Before he can fall from the sky, Tavum casts Dimension door to bring us close enough that I can use the wand to levitate the beast. After a short intense fight, we are ready to start again towards the keep.
Two dragons spotted headed our way, Yoska yells to Dalomar to search the bodies later as he is examining the spellcaster for loot. Now with Sadobras, his Warg, and Tavum in tow, I feel like a train of wagons in the sky as we race to safety.
The keep is most impressive. It’s 30’ falls are covered with ice and soldiers. Nearly all have crossbows at the ready, as I would expect of those defending against attack from the air. Bescaylie gives the proper passphrase and we land in the courtyard. All look at us strangely as they have obviously not seen our kind before. Dalomar is also quite upset as they insist on taking away his prize, the spellcasters body, before he can remove the various magic items upon it. Warned not to wander as we may be mistaken for enemies, we are led to small, yet comfortable quarters.
Being told to stay in one place obviously picks at Tavum’s paties, or Snorri has begun to really rub off on him, as he constantly keeps asking the guards question after question about the teleportation barrier and what happens if one tries to teleport. He also seems to be trying to give them strange impression of us with odd pronouncements on food requirements and such. I’m not sure what game he’s up to, but I suppose time will tell.
The next morning, we meet with Commander Pharmamol and his gold dragonkin Amerenth, Samara and her white dragonkin partner Calissus, Zusk and his black dragonkin Harjan, Jarilne and old Seer of the Triaxians, Nevra a blue unbonded dragonkin, Talsune an unbonded copper dragonkin, and Thronull who is the leader of the crossbow legion. Sticking my foot into my mouth, as is my wont, I begin talking before Bescaylie who had wanted to introduce us first. Well, I exist to ruffle a few feathers.. Even if these things fly without, so pish on those who wish me to wait my turn. Over the conference we learn that what we seek is very likely to be at Ivoryglass. There, but under the watchful eyes of an Elder White Dragon, Yarick.
I can see they are impressed by our boldness when we state we’ll head there to finish off the dragon. The council debates and votes to let us try and even Pharamol is agreeable to give us the two headed eagle of his should we succeed. They only ask that we stay to help our with todays expected raid.
Shown back to our quarters I begin reading potions and spells for a time and make time to write this. Soon, the raid will come and who knows its result, so best to get this down to leave a record. Not that it’s likely many in this strange place will know how to even read it. Perhaps I’ll take some time while I wait to speak with Jarilne the seer. Few know more what is real than those who understand nothing is…
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