Blood & Scale in Fantastical Role Plays Posted March 9, 2016 · Report post With Vaedwyn more than a little inebriated, Agron decided to leave her to recover in her own time and decided to spend the rest of the day taking a tour of Babbleridge. The town, in some ways, looked much the same as he had remembered. The buildings were the same, if a little more run down, and the way of life seemed the same, if a little harder going. However he had remembered the town as being quite busy, always with new faces passing through. Yet now, so it seemed, travelers turned up less and less. This was troublesome, as travelling merchants were important to the town's economy. The farmers would trade their stock for gold and useful supplies. Yet, by the looks of things, this was not happening nearly as often. He stopped in the market to speak with one of the venders who was tending to a small stall that with 5 skinned pheasants hanging from it's roof. "A crown each, if you're interested." The vendor said, turning around to face Agron. As he turned the skinny gentleman craned his neck up to meet Agron's gaze. "My...you're a big fella, aren't you?" "So they tell me." Agron replied. "A crown each for these?" He said, pointing at the birds. "Not that it's any of my business but aren't ye sellin' yerself a bit short wi' that price? Pheasant goes for 3 crowns up in Amerus." "Trust me I'd sell them for more if anyone would buy them." The vendor replied. "That bad, eh?" Agron asked. "What happened tae this place? I mind it bein' quite busy when I was last here. Must have been...only a decade or so ago." "Mm, yes things were better then." The vendor replied with a nod. "We had a long winter a few years passed. Bad harvest meant we weren't able to keep up with the demand. The merchants were pretty understanding but that didn't help that we couldn't satisfy their demand. Made their trips a lot tougher, a few folk died. The next year round word had spread, people began to take other routes that were considered safer. Things might have picked up but to make matters worse the bridge to Angar broke. Not many travellers are willing to make the journey through the valley, and the Elves are not fond of outsiders traversing their forest." "Ah, that's a real shame." Agron said with a sigh. "Well I hope things will pick up, eh. I'll take all of yoer birds." He said, and he retrieved 15 crowns from his pouch and placed them on the stand. "Ah, that's very generous." The man said. "But I won't take charity." "It's no charity, it's a fair price." Agron replied. "Tell ye what, have another 3 ready for me tomorrow, and there's another 6 crowns in it for you as well. Sound fair?" "I...thank you." The vendor nodded. He retrieved two of the birds and handed them to Agron. "Her you go. Thanks, once again." "Take care." Agron said with a nod, then he left the stall and made his way to another. After that he made his way to another, and another, and then to the butcher's, and then he paid a visit to the farm. "What's this for?" The innkeeper asked as Agron walked in with his arms full of produce. He placed them on the table by the door and turned to the innkeeper. "Well, I had a wee thought." Agron said. "There's more of this outside. If yer wife is up for it, I thought you could cook all this up tonight, how's that sound?" "But...what for?" The innkeeper frowned. "There's barely a soul in this place." "Dinnae you worry about that." Agron replied. "Just make sure there's a mighty fine feast waiting for when I return." The innkeeper scratched his head and let out a resigned sigh. "Well, if you're sure. Don't see the harm since you paid for it." He said, and he started collecting the food and taking it through to the kitchen. Meanwhile Agron retreated up the stairs and went to Vaedwyn's room, and found her laying on the bed. "Sobered up yet?" He asked with a grin. "I've got work for ye." "The room is spinning." Vaedwyn growled, her forearm over her eyes, "I can't move, or I think i'll be sick. Why do humans drink this?" "Because when yer no a wee lightweight, it gives ye a nice buzz. Warm's yer heart, let's ye forget yer worries, an' it takes the pain away." Agron said. "But I'm afraid ye've had enough time for rest, lass. Time for ye to do some good, so up ye get." Slowly, Vaedwyn slid herself to the end of the bed, and dripped off the end of it and pulled herself up to standing - just barely. Taking a deep breath, she shook her head, trying to clear the fog in her mind, which felt like it helped a little. "You're a liar, and i'll never drink that again." She muttered, "What am I doing?" Vaedwyn asked, looking up at him through squinted eyes. "Yer goin' tae cheer a few folk up, that's what." Agron said. He urged Vaedwyn to follow and he led her down the stairs and out of the inn. They walked through the streets of Babbleridge and Agron began to explain. "Riders were the guardians o' Suros, their responsibility was to bring balance and order tae the world. When those maddened by power ever decided tae rise up, the riders would be there to stand up for the common man. That time will come once again, lass, ye can be sure o' that. For now, though, we can do good in other ways. This town was once a favoured stop for travelling merchants, and it meant good business for the folks who live here. Through no fault of their own, their business has dried up and left them strugglin'. Now, there's little we can do about that for now, but what we can do is bring a little cheer to their hearts, if only temporarily." "Is this part of my training...?" Vaedwyn asked, frowning at Agron. "Aye and naw." Agron replied. "Ye'll no be learnin' how tae swing a sword much on this venture, but maybe ye'll learn something more important." Agron led them to the stables where they got their horses, and he saddled them up ready to leave. "We're heading back up the road." Agron said. "It's a fair few miles away, then I'll show ye what we need tae dae." He said. With that they were off. The travelled back the way they came, but did not head back to the Valley. Instead they travelled further north up the main road, and in about half an hour they reached their destination. They had arrived at a large expanse of water. To the left led out towards the Eastern Bluffs that faced the ocean, and the distant roaring of a waterfall rushed through the air. To the right the water led deep in to the mountainous valleys. The bridge was the only way that travelers could cross from this side. "Y'see the bother?" Agron asked. He got off his horse and stepped on to the bridge, pointing across the length of it. "Broken out there in the middle. Tough tae fix without the right equipment. The current sweeps everythin' away. Ye need skilled bridge makers to fix that. Dwarves, or Elves I suppose." He grinned at Vaedwyn. "Oh, yer an Elf, I almost forgot." He added. "Well, go on then, fix it." "I'm twenty." Vaedwyn muttered, "And i'm not a bridge builder." She shrugged her shoulders at the bridge, "Whether we're master craftsmen or not, that takes hundreds of years to master, i'll be no better at fixing that than any man in this village." "Oh, right, my mistake." Agron said with a nod. "I'll go tell the lads back at the town tae just use their dragons and their magic tae help them, shall I?" "Is it safe for Auriel to land near the road like this?" Vaedwyn asked, she stepped out onto the bridge and tested her weight on it. "I've never fixed a bridge before, and I've barely started using magic," She let out an exasperated sigh. This was not what she had pictured when she imagined having a real adventure. "Think o' it as a creative exercise." Agron said. "Aye, it's a main road, but there's few that come this way with the bridge bein' broken. Sure, someone might come along, but Auriel has a view fae the skies, she'll have a better idea than you of what is, and is'nae safe. As fer the bridge, ye just need tae think about it. Powerful magic takes a lot out o' ye, but delicate, simple magic isnae so bad. Use yer brain, and think small. It's about complexity, not complication, ye understand?" "I think so..." Use your magic, use your mind. Auriel added, and showed her that there was nobody for miles in any direction. The bridge itself seemed study enough, she didn't need to support its structure, just repair the damage. "So I need the planks or something that would fill the gap and something to bind it... Couldn't I just bind the planks with magic?" "Perhaps." Agron said. "Much like a lemon ye'll have tae suck it an' see. But consider what this bridge is used for. Dae ye think a few planks will hold when an entire caravans are passin' o'er it?" "Right." Vaedwyn muttered, staring at the bridge. Where are the missing planks? The nails? Auriel suggested. Vaedwyn realised where they had to be. I think i'm going to get wet... She replied, and walked down to the water's edge. Vaedwyn leant down and plunged her hand into the water. It was freezing cold. She quickly withdrew her hand, looking up at the nearby waterfall. Just from putting her hand into the water she could feel how strong the current was as well. It would be very dangerous for her to step into the water, but she was pretty sure she wouldn't be strong enough to pull planks of that size out of silt, mud and water. I could use a hand, you know? Vaedwyn added, she heard laughter and then a few seconds later she heard a distant howling. A large shadow swept over her and Auriel came swooping down through the clouds, slowing her descent with rapid wing beats until she landed with a dull thud.I can see them, they're partially buried. Auriel swept her gaze over the water, her keen eyes quickly locating the wooden planks.Have you grown? Vaedwyn asked, standing next to Auriel. She realised that Auriel's shoulder was now almost at her head. I'm trying to quicken my growth so you can ride me, there's no time to wait. Vaedwyn put her hand to Auriel's side and stroked her, I never asked you to do that. I know. Auriel replied, sweeping her long neck around so she faced her rider. She lowered her head until they were next to one another and then pressed her forehead firmly against Vaedwyn's, before pulling back and wading into the water. As she did so, the water level rose and the banks threatened to burst. Now get the planks! Thanking Auriel, Vaedwyn quickly stumbled down into the now knee-high water and mud. It was still freezing cold, but at least she wasn't up to her neck in it. One by one, she grabbed each of the planks and heaved them out of the mud and clambered back up onto the bank with them, feeling refreshed each time the spray around Auriel's edges hit her, cooling her from the tiring work. It took nearly an hour, but she finally fished the last plank out of the mud. Her skin felt numb, but now there were a dozen planks laying on the bank. Vaedwyn crawled onto the grass, caked in mud and shivering and collapsed onto the ground, then Auriel leapt out of the water and bounded onto the grass and laid beside her. Come here, i'll warm you. Auriel lifted her wing, ushering Vaedwyn inside who did so without complaint. As she crawled inside, Auriel pulled her wing back down and close into her, covering Vaedwyn, then exhaled her hot breath into the living tent. Her shivering stopped within a minute, and soon enough, she felt good as new - though still covered from head-to-toe in dry mud. "I just need to find the nails somehow..." Vaedwyn called to Agron from beneath Auriel's wing. "Well, we could ride back to town and get some." Agron said. "Or ye could look tae nature for help." He added. "Remember when we rode here? I used magic tae have the trees block yer path. Trees need light and water tae grow, somethin' we have plenty of. The strain on yer will tae use such magic isnae as severe as ye might expect. Provided ye give the tree the means tae grow, it can make use o' that, instead o' yer own will. Yer people were the first tae use nature in such a way, creating structures o' great beauty that complimented the wilderness surroundin' it." "Grow a tree, sure..." Vaedwyn pulled herself out from under Auriel's wing and brushed off some of the excess mud that had caked to her clothes. She walked back down to the edge of the water, dipped her hands and washed her face until most of the mud was gone. Then she turned her attention back to the bridge. One by one, she pulled the planks back into place and laid them loosely next to one another. This in itself would allow her to walk across it, but anything more substantial, perhaps even a strong wind, would be the end of the bridge.You have three options, from my perspective. Auriel spoke up, catching Vaedwyn's eye as she turned back, Either return for more nails, retrieve them from the river, or bind the planks through magic. Vaedwyn considered each option for a long while. If she returned to the village to ask for nails, she knew that she would be taking valuable resources from an already poor people. She could dredge up the nails from the riverbed, but there was no telling how many she'd need, or how much strength the magic would take from her just in finding and pulling one from the mud. Then there was the third option. The one that Agron had mentioned. Using nature to help meant she could use her magic to encourage, rather than forcibly direct. It would be less involved. Potentially more chaotic, but far less risky. She had seen her people sing to the trees in order to grow their homes. But they were skilled masters, with thousands of years of experience. She was just a child. A Rider. With magic that will one day far exceed their own. Auriel interrupted her thought-process which had been infected with self-doubt. She nodded to her partner with a smile and took a deep breath. Not to mention, a rather impressive young Dragon. Vaedwyn couldn't help herself, she started laughing, and had to explain their conversation to Agron upon his bemused expression. "Alright," Vaedwyn said at last, "I'm going to try and use magic..." "Aye, okay." Agron said with a nod and folded his arms. "Mind what I've taught ye, and proceed when yer ready. I'll stay close and keep an eye on ye." He moved so he was stood near her, so that he could step in should any trouble arise. "Okay." Vaedwyn took a deep breath and exhaled, hoping her fears and doubts would follow. They didn't, but at least she felt a little better. She took another deep breath, looking the bridge over. She could feel Auriel and Agron's eyes upon her back, as she approached it. Placing her hand on the edge of the bridge, she waited. She wasn't sure what she was waiting for. Maybe a sign. Maybe she was still wrestling with doubt. She tried to consider all the words she could use to call nature to her bidding. Every time she did, she found herself making more and more complicated requests. But the more she did that, the more faults she found with them. She could hear Agron and Auriel's words banging around in her memories, reminding her to keep it simple. To make sure not to bind herself to the magic, or use an absolute. Eventually, the long, cleverly worded spells fell away from her choices. She found too many problems, and worried more about what problems she had yet to find in their meaning. Instead, she choose one word. The word she kept falling back to. So she gripped the edge of the bridge, and feeling the heat of the scar on her forehead as it began to glow with a brilliant white light, she spoke a single word in Elvish. "Life." The ground rumbled in front of her, and Vaedwyn gasped as she felt a tingling in her fingertips. She could feel the magic being drawn from her. Suddenly roots shot up out of the water, wrapping themselves around the bridge, weaving through planks both fixed and loose, constricting as they reached up over the sides of the bridge as enormous saplings breached the surface of the water beside the bridge. The saplings rose up, growing rapidly, turning into trees that could rival the size of those in her homeland. The roots embedded deep beneath the water, and the grass all surrounding them suddenly sprouted with thousands of wild flowers, their vibrant colours spreading out like a rainbow all around them, blooming in a great wave. Vaedwyn felt a numbness in her hands, and slowly pulled away from the magic. For a panicking moment, she thought she would be unable to let go, that the magic had hold of her. Then as she pulled away, it reluctantly released her and the trees groaned to a halt as their branches blossomed with large dark green leaves, dotted with tiny white flowers. Vaedwyn stumbled back and fell into the grass, now as much a field of flowers as anything. Beautiful, Auriel said quietly, as Vaedwyn stared in disbelief at what she had done. "Well..." Agron said as he put his hands on his hips. "I daresay yer capability with magic is quite strong, stronger than it was wi' me. Perhaps due to yer lineage, perhaps just because of who ye are, or perhaps its both. At any rate...ye've done very well, lass." Agron nodded at her approvingly and gave a little smile. "Come on, let's head back to the town. No doubt ye'll be hungry after that." "I... I didn't..." Vaedwyn shook her head in disbelief. She felt cold, and her limbs were tingling like they were asleep. "I did that?" She asked herself, frowning. She couldn't believe that something like that had come from her. She'd never used magic before. In truth, she wasn't even sure if that was what she had intended to do. But Agron was right, she was starving. She pulled herself to her feet, sharing a moment with Auriel before the dragon leapt into the sky and disappeared. "Alright, I need to eat." She replied, "A lot." When they returned to the town they said nothing of Vaedwyn's afternoon spent fixing the bridge, after Agron instructed her not to. He explained that they didn't need that kind of attention, or praise, and that the doing of the deed was reward enough. However word got back to the town very quickly, as other travelers caught sight of the marvelous bridge that had shot up out of the water when nobody was looking. The excitement and joy that followed the news had quite rightly lead the village to celebration, just as Agron had hoped. That evening the Inn was packed full. The food he had provided made for a wonderful spread, and the people of the town ate, drank, and sang merry songs at the thought of a future that looked decidedly less bleak. Agron tossed a bare turkey leg on to the plate in front of him, he had eaten every scrap of meat from it, and would have probably ate the bone as well if his teeth were stronger. He let out a loud belch and patted his stomach in contentment before washing down a few gulps of ale. "So, dae ye understand why I had ye do that?" Agron asked to Vaedwyn as he cast his arm out, gesturing to the busy inn full of happy, cheerful people. "I never realised fixing the bridge would impact their lives so much..." Vaedwyn whispered from across the table, she stuffed a wad of bread in her mouth and started chewing, chasing it with a mouthful of water. She'd decided ale was a bad idea. While chewing and swallowing a large mouthful of stew, Vaedwyn began to wonder just how little these people had. Was the inn as stocked as it appeared? Did the townsfolk eat like they were now? Were they even able to procure meat and fresh vegetables? If fixing the bridge had created this surge of happiness, just how dire a situation were they in? Life was hard for them, far harder than she'd ever imagined. "Aye, for a town like this a bridge really does make a difference. But they aren't alone in their troubles." Agron said, finishing the last of his ale. "It wasn't always like this though. And it'll no be like this forever if I have anythin' tae say about it." Agron was about to rise to get another ale, when an image flashed in his mind. He was suddenly flying low over the trees, arcing over a small town. Then his eyes were focused on the bluffs farther ahead, he flew lower, and faster. Turiel was back, and going to their arranged meeting place. But he had no words for his rider. And the speed in which he moved was troubling. "Come." Agron said suddenly as he rose for the table. "Gather your things, we're going." Vaedwyn rose from the table, grabbed her things and relayed the message to Auriel before leaving the inn after Agron. "What's wrong?" She asked, looking around for signs of danger. "Turiel has returned, which means our stay here has ended." Agron replied, not wanting to unnecessarily alarm Vaedwyn until he knew what was going on. "Call Auriel when we get outside the town. Tell her to head for Eastern Bluffs." They made their way to the stables in a hurry, and Agron quickly packed their equipment on to the horses and they rode off into the night. As Vaedwyn pulled herself onto her horse, she reached out to Auriel. Something was wrong. Where normally she could sense a distant thrum of emotion and thought, now there was only a void. The harder she pressed, the more she found a wall blocking her from her dragon. Just as Vaedwyn was starting to panic, she found an opening but she almost instantly regretted her discovery. A flash of white hot pain washed over her, muddied with panicked anger and sadness. Vaedwyn yelped and fell from her horse in surprise. Vaedwyn!? Are you alright?! I'm so sorry!! Auriel called to her from across their link. The painful ringing in her head slowly ebbed into a background thrum.What was that? Vaedwyn asked, trying to blink back the pain. She pulled herself up and tried to calm her horse.Later! You must hurry! Turiel is hurt, Vaedwyn! She could feel the pain and panic in Auriel's tone and her feelings were in turmoil. Truthfully, Vaedwyn panicked too, at the thought of so powerful and unique a being as Turiel being hurt. She couldn't even picture the great, old dragon coming to harm. What could have done that? She pulled herself back onto her horse, and followed Agron out of town. It was about 20 minutes out of the town before they reached the rocky bluffs that faced out on to the sea. In among the white oak trees, a dark form lay on the ground, groaning. Agron got off of his horse instantly and ran towards Turiel. He briefly acknowledged Auriel before he reached out with his hand, and also with his mind. He pressed against Turiel's consciousness, and found it resistant. Flashes of fear and anger flickered in his mind. Images of a battle in the sky. Fire raged, and dragons roared. But Turiel would not speak to him. "Light" He practically swore in Elvish and there was a sudden flash, that quickly dimmed and became a cool, blue orb of light, that shone like the moon. Agron gestured and the light cast itself over Turiel's body. His scales were harder than diamond, and while there were signs of scorches, his body looked fine. Agron moved around, inspecting the tail, and then he checked the wings. He returned to Turiel's head and laid his hand over the horn over his nose. He cast the light over the dragon's eyes, and found them closed tightly. Open them. His voice was calm, but it was clear it was not a request. Turiel opened his eyes, and Agron frowned. The amber colour of Turiel's eyes had faded, blotted out by a thick, black ink-like material that was dancing menacingly around his iris. Vaedwyn quickly dismounted, chasing after Agron, arriving as Turiel opened his eyes. She gasped upon seeing the strange, inky blackness squirming across the dragon's iris. "What is it?!" She asked, trying to catch her breath. She looked to Auriel for answers but her dragon was just as panicked and frantic as she felt. "What happened?!" "He's been in a fight." Agron said. "He keeps showing me images of it, but it's fragmented. He's strugglin' tae keep a connection wi' me. It can happen when one or the other is in immense pain, or trauma." Agron indicated at Turiels eyes. "Sinister magic." He said. "Dragon's are difficult tae injure, as ye might have guessed. So they've used magic tae cast this stuff intae his eyes. It's a rare oil made from the sap of a Karist tree. Not many of them left in this land. It burns like all hell, and they've not just thrown it over his eye, they've pushed it inside, and sealed it there with magic. Auriel roared at the sky, raking the ground with her talons as her tail swished back and forth in irritation. She stalked back and forth, glancing back at Turiel occasionally. "But you can fix it, can't you?" Vaedwyn asked, her fists clenching as she tried to wrap her head around the fact that there was anyone in their land who would do such a thing, to anyone or anything. "Aye, I can." Agron said with a nod. "But this is...the worst kind o' magic, due to it bein' so effective. It's an easier thing tae cast than it is tae remove. I'll be more than a bit sleepy, ken?" Agron sighed and held his hand up at Turiels eye. Peace, old friend, He said to him privately. Turiel's breathing settled as he concentrated, focused by Agron's voice. When Agron spoke again it was in elvish. "Cleanse." He said first, and the scar on his shoulder and neck burned bright. The muscles in his arm tensed as he drew the dark liquid from Turiel's eyes, and slowly the liquid began to disappear, burned away by the cleansing magic. "Heal" He said afterwards. His arms began to shake, and Agron felt cold all of a sudden. The milky, damaged tissue in and around Turiel's eyes began to repair, and slowly his eye returned to the golden amber it had been before. Agron released his magic, and he slumped over, turning his body so he could sit on the ground. He rested his head in his hands, being very still and silent. Thank you., Turiel's voice echoed through his mind, and he felt a surge of relief. "Is he alright?" Vaedwyn asked, looking from Turiel to Agron and back again.Better than before, at least. Turiel replied, gently pressing his consciousness against Vaedwyn's mind. He did not yet know if she could hear him, but at the very least she would be able to sense his presence by now. "He'll live." Agron said weakly. "I'll need a minute or two..." He added, swaying a little. "You should rest." Vaedwyn corrected Agron, "Both of you." She looked to Turiel, but expected to hear his response from his Rider, "Were you followed? Who did this to you?" She paused, thinking, "We need to find somewhere safe and secluded..." I would not have returned were it not safe Turiel said, this time directing it at Agron. Agron...Vaedwyn's village. He burnt it to the ground. All but one perished.What dae ye mean? Agron replied. Someone survived? Turiel let out a displeased growl. I gave chase. Anger got the better of me. He explained, It was Kardran. Uruk carried an Eladrin girl. Fortunate, in a way. Had he not been preoccupied with the girl's safety, I might not have survived. He caught me with that spell, but I caught Uruk with my claws, and fled. I managed to gain some distance from them. I made sure to leave a trail, with luck they will think we are headed to Makarash in the south. It will not be long before they discover they were wrong, we must make haste and gain as much distance from them as possible. North, then. Agron replied. That girl troubles me, why would he take her?I do not know. Perhaps he thinks she will lead him to Vaedwyn. Whatever it is, it is not good. "Right, well..." Agron finally spoke aloud. "Vaedwyn...I'm sorry, lass. This'll hurt ye, but I dinnae like keepin' secrets. Ye'd only resent it more when ye find out later." "What are you talking about?" Vaedwyn asked.Steel yourself, little one, Auriel replied, cautioning her. "What's going on? What's happened?!" Vaedwyn snapped, looking to Agron. "Ah...this is not easy for me tae say." Agron said. "A man named Kardran visited yer village. He's one of the King's Lieutenants. I'm...I'm sorry, lass. The bastard destroyed it. Only one survived, because he took her. A young girl, apparently. He's likely usin' her tae try tae find ye." The words struck her like arrows. The dull pain rattling around in her mind seemed to warp and become a cacophony of white noise. Sound seemed to drain away, as she watched Agron's lips move, but nothing reached her. Everyone in her village was dead. Her friends, her family, the Elders. People who had lived and known one another for tens of thousands of years. Snuffed out of existence. Only one remained alive, a young girl? Vaedwyn didn't need to ask who that was. Children were highly valued in their society, but also as equally rare. There were only five children in their village, and only two girls. She was one of them, and her best friend, Torenth, was the other. Vaedwyn took a step back but caught her heel on the ground and fell onto her backside where she remained, staring off into space. Tears silently slid down her cheeks. It may sound cruel, Turiel turned to Auriel, speaking directly to her. However...we cannot stay here for long. "Lass...I..." Agron sighed, defeated. There were no words to make this better. Get up, Vaedwyn, you must get up, Auriel pushed her muzzle into Vaedwyn's side.They're all dead...Please get up, Auriel pushed harder, coaxing her to her feet. Auriel then refocused on Turiel and tried to make a connection. Though only Riders and mages are able to project themselves into other's minds, dragons are not bound to the solitude of mortals. At least, not those dragons who have bonded with a Rider. Auriel finally solidified the weak connection that Turiel had begun days ago, speaking to him directly at last. She has closed herself to me, but we must move before Kardran can find us. She found the elder dragon's mind to be powerful, and deep. Elves are strange creatures, their thoughts are unlike humans, and it is like being swallowed by an endless ocean. Yet to her surprise, Auriel found Turiel's mind to be far more alien and intimidating than she had expected. It was as though she was thrown into a void, where she could not move or breathe, for the presence bearing down on her. Auriel... Turiel's voice spoke the name with a tone of weight and gravity. Their link fully established, the name had come to him naturally, to him it was only obvious, once she had allowed him to see who she truly was. Time is of the essence, indeed. However, this is perhaps a moment where we must leave things to Agron. You have watched him, you have seen how he trains her. Each lesson is layered and multifaceted. A moral for every swing of a sword. It is the way of his kind, their minds so young they need to learn so much. Even this experience is a lesson for her. Turiel considered Vaedwyn for a moment. While the girl was truly broken in that moment, he was waiting for what he knew to be hidden within her. Give her time...her sorrow will ignite her heart. She will become fire. You already know this, even if you do not realise. "Lass?" Agron spoke, interupting the conversation of the two dragons. Slowly he had managed to get up, but he still felt tired and cold. "...Be sad, lass. Don't let anyone tell ye that ye cannae be sad. Hold on tae that feelin', remember it always. But, an' this is important, channel it. Peaceful scholars might tell ye that revenge is never worth it. They are wrong. Your loved ones are dead, and there is'nae anythin' ye can do about that. But ye can stop the one that did this." Vaedwyn gripped the pommel of her sword tightly, the knuckles on her hand turning white. She wiped the tears from her cheeks with the back of her forearm and held out her hand to touch to Auriel's forehead, "I will." She replied, "I swear it." She fought back her tears and turned to face Agron. He, in turn, picked up his own sword. He gripped the claymore in both hands, and with a single pull he drew the long, thick blade from it's sheathe. It's blade glinted a golden-copper colour under his magical light. As Turiel rose up to stand behind him, his own scales shimmered in a colour that was almost identical. "Skaevolg." he said as he raised the sword up for her to inspect. "In Nordic it means Calamity of the Sky. Forged wi' the strongest materials, in one o' the best forges, usin' secret techniques passed down by the Eladrin. It will never dull, and never break. The blade is forged with a gift, y'see. A gift only a Rider can be bestowed, and can only be given freely by a dragon." Agron turned to Auriel and gave her a brief nod. "No more buildin' bridges, lass." He said as he focused on Vaedwyn again. "We ride north. On the way I'll train ye properly. It'll take weeks tae reach the Dwarven capital, and in that time, I promise ye two things. First, I'll make ye a warrior fit tae wield a sword like Skaevolg. Second..." Agron sheathed his blade once more and turned to Auriel. "Ye'll fly." "We're going to see the dwarves?" Vaedwyn asked, her brow raising in surprise, "Why?" Then as an afterthought, she added, "I've never met a dwarf..." "Aye." Agron nodded. "There's a few reasons for that. Firstly it takes us north, and further away from the King's reach. Secondly, ye'll be safest there. The Dwarven cities are almost impenetrable. Third, and perhaps most important, The Dwarves have the best forges in Suros. Ye need armor, and a decent blade, and only the best will dae." Agron smirked a little and made his way to the horses. "Saddle up, lass. We've a long way tae go."