RE: Wings of Fury 2
07-09-2021, 11:32 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-09-2021, 11:33 PM by Cidellus.)
Terzi and Brom busied themselves tending to Henri's wounds, and the knight gave a thumbs up to Avag, Gui, Holek, and anybody else who expressed concern. Meanwhile, others in the group inspected the dragon corpse, gaining insight into the layout of the scales, tensile strength, anatomy, and whatever else they were looking for. After about a half hour, Henri's wounds were finally stabilized, and Guillairme got to work performing funeral rites for the dragon. The spirit had already passed on, so they didn't prove to be difficult.
After yet another half hour, Henri was finally well enough to stand, and he weakly stood up with a smile.
"Thank you both. What a fight that was," he finally said, his voice somewhat raspy. "All right...before we go check on the lair, I am going to commit to giving you each one-tenth of what we find in there. No ifs, ands, or buts. I'm not oblivious to the fact that your actions saved my life, and you've earned this reward in addition to what I'm paying you."
With a nod, he readied his sword and went through the gates of the keep with the party behind him. The entry hall was lit by numerous braziers and glowing crystal lights, providing a colorful ambiance. All of the stairways down into the lower levels had been caved in, and the building itself honestly didn't look that safe to live in. Some of the support pillars were crumbling, a few walls had fallen down, and the ceiling had a number of holes.
At the end of the great hall, where statues of the dwarven ancestors had once stood, was the dragon's hoard. Rather than gold, silver, or gemstones as one might expect, there were instead ten pristine dragon eggs. They were each a different color, being purple, gold, teal, blue, black, green, red, bronze, silver, and white.
"Ramay's divine ascendance," Henri said in shock. "She was protecting eggs..."
He seemed almost sad about this, knowing that he'd just slain a mother. He approached them, inspecting them closely.
"Zaya, do you know anything about dragon eggs?" Henri asked her, kneeling next to them. "Are these going to hatch?"
After yet another half hour, Henri was finally well enough to stand, and he weakly stood up with a smile.
"Thank you both. What a fight that was," he finally said, his voice somewhat raspy. "All right...before we go check on the lair, I am going to commit to giving you each one-tenth of what we find in there. No ifs, ands, or buts. I'm not oblivious to the fact that your actions saved my life, and you've earned this reward in addition to what I'm paying you."
With a nod, he readied his sword and went through the gates of the keep with the party behind him. The entry hall was lit by numerous braziers and glowing crystal lights, providing a colorful ambiance. All of the stairways down into the lower levels had been caved in, and the building itself honestly didn't look that safe to live in. Some of the support pillars were crumbling, a few walls had fallen down, and the ceiling had a number of holes.
At the end of the great hall, where statues of the dwarven ancestors had once stood, was the dragon's hoard. Rather than gold, silver, or gemstones as one might expect, there were instead ten pristine dragon eggs. They were each a different color, being purple, gold, teal, blue, black, green, red, bronze, silver, and white.
"Ramay's divine ascendance," Henri said in shock. "She was protecting eggs..."
He seemed almost sad about this, knowing that he'd just slain a mother. He approached them, inspecting them closely.
"Zaya, do you know anything about dragon eggs?" Henri asked her, kneeling next to them. "Are these going to hatch?"