Lorrias’ eyes widen as he sees the dragons… Dragons! In the south, Dragons are all but a myth, but here, it seems, in the northern sparselands of Ferrighe Yorn, Dragons roam. And if his new allies are to be believed, they are friendly.
HexFang strides toward Jumjik, the small Kobold having annoyed her for the last time, she thinks. Grabbing him by the arm and lifting him a foot from the ground, she brings him close. Breathing sharply into his face, HexFang curls her lips as she spits her words into his face. “You best get your men off that child’s neck before i rip your motherfucking head off with my bare hands and force feed it to you!” She snaps her head to the others. “And that goes for the lot of you ungrateful minuscule vermin! We came here to your great city on a mission of god damned peace. And this is how you fucking welcome us?!?” HexFang looks around, the Kobolds for the most part having stood down, although they still hold their weapons ready. The one on Gemscale’s back jumps down. “Not only do you capture an officer of Gorbane the Primordial, and torture a motherfucking child, but then we find you stealing our unborn! Now i have given you ingrates 2 chances already, dont you dare make this strike 3. You think your spears are gonna do anything? Even if you kill us, Gorbane, that primordial dragon, will create a famine that will plague your people for as long as you exist. How do i know this? Because we came here on a mission to make your city a centrepiece of our new empire. To make you richer than your wildest dreams! And what did you ungrateful vermin do!?” She pauses, looking around again. Jumjik raises a hand, signalling the soldiers to stop. HexFang stares into Jumjik’s eyes. “Now we are going to take our eggs, and take our allies, and we are gonna fly far away from you bastards. And dont any of you think of coming after us. Because if you do, I swear we will poison your water supply, wither your crops, and burn everything you hold dear to ash. We have an understanding?”
With a low voice, Jumjik responds, and while a glint of fear wavers in his eyes, he speaks firmly and with a confidence that makes his words seem true. “Hadrukk serve Gorbane…” He drinks in HexFang’s reaction. Though she remains stoic, he continues. “Great Boom tell Taytay… Taytay tell Jumjik; Dragons… betray Gorbane.” He raises an eyebrow, an accusatory tone having taken over his words. “Dragon have head start. Hidrukk want eggs, Hidrukk get eggs… But, Jumjik want life.” He takes in a deep breath and whinces, his arm hurting from being held tightly. Looking emploringly at HexFang, the Dragon stands firm and ignores his looks of pain. He sighs. “Take friends and fly.”
Gemscale takes a tentative step forward, then another, and then quickly slinks across the crowded room to the other side, excitedly beginning to hand back the equipment and armour of the bards in their company.
“Sunrise come,” Jumjik says to HexFang, “Hadrukk give chase.” As HexFang gets an angry look in her eye, Jumjik explains. “… Great Boom command it…”
HexFang takes another breath, and finds herself unable to separate her growl from her speaking voice. “We’ll be taking the eggs. You see, you’re a fool to think we came alone. No, there were 3 Dragons. One gold… one green… and one Elder Shadow. And let me warn you this: the last one isn’t as diplomatic as we. In fact, he went mad and torched an entire town when he merely thought they had harmed that child over there!” She indicates Gemscale by thrusting the dangling Kobold at him. “So just imagine what he would do if he found out what else you were doing here.” She pulls him in even closer. The smell of the Kobold overpowers the general smokey scent of the room. HexFang looks around slyly, and then locks eyes with Jumjik again, whispering to him: “So I think it’s in your people’s best interest he not find any eggs here, don’t you?”
Jumjik smiles, confident he’s caught HexFang in an exaggeration. “Jumjik know Dragons. Jumjik met Dragon friend.” He looks up to the wrist being held by HexFang. Loosening her grip slightly, she examines the soft scale attached to a thread tied around his wrist. It looks to be a deep scarlet-coloured dragon scale, and freshly removed.
“Does that look like a Shadow scale to you?” HexFang growls harshly.
Jumjik is about to answer, when he notices a song coming from the other end of the room. Twisting around, he and HexFang look over to see Aar Bardino and the Elf that accompanies him, now suitably dressed and equipped, breaching the tentative peace. The horror dawning on Zadkiel’s face as he drops his Kobold facade mirrors that of Jumjik, HexFang and Gemscale. Aar smiles, gives a wink and completes his melody: “… when you wake with a yawn!” upon the completion of his song, an almost imperceptible ripple bursts from him and three Kobolds immediately drop unconscious. The other Kobolds get a flash of anger in their eyes, their fighting force being diminished before their eyes while a ceasefire had been called. Confused, the beastial men take up their spears once again and launch themselves at the party, Dragons and humanoids alike. “Traitors! Attack!” Jumjik calls out.
Lorrias quicly completes his spell and fells the two Kobolds that were diving at him while they were in mid-air. Collapsing backwards as the now unconscious and sleeping Kobolds crash into him, Lorrias scurries back and bumps into something.
Looking up, he sees a scaly white chin looking into the room. Swishing his cloak aside, the bone-white Kobold strides into the room, raises his crystal-tipped staff and shouts loudly in Draconic: “ENOUGH!”
The room again falls silent, the Dragons mid-melee with small hordes, Zadkiel holding a Kobold by the throat against the wall about to punch him. As the silence begins to settle in, a dead Kobold slides from Aar’s blade.
“Jumjik call end… Taytay leads.” The striking white Kobold walks through the crowd, all eyes following him, and leaves through the far door where the Dragons first entered. He begins to walk slowly up the ramp. The Kobolds in the room look around at the Dragons, at eachother, and at the humanoids killing them, and considering the command of Taytay, they quickly wriggle free and withdraw from the room. Jumjik, stopping at the doorway, looks down at Lorrias and hucks a laugh. Looking over his shoulder at HexFang, he throws a quick retort before dashing away down the corridor.
“Dragons hurry with Dragon friends. Hidrukk learn soon. Not good for Dragons.”
Once on the roof, Taytay brings down his purple hood. He looks at each of the people before him in turn, walking before them as if inspecting them.
“Dragons take eggs, Dragons hunted by Hadrukk. Dragons ready?” Before getting an answer, he turns to Zadkiel. “Craterman blood useful… Craterman stay?” Once he gets any answer that’s a ‘no’, he looks regretful, but not surprised.
“Dragons not get far. Hidrukk call Hadrukk to hunt. Great Boom commands. But! Great Boom speak to Taytay. Taytay know Great Boom want Dragons win. Great Boom promise power, but Great Boom not share. Taytay knows Great Boom.” He stops and takes a breath, seemingly tired from the climb.
What do you do?
You are now on the roof of the city of Hadrukk. You are free to leave. You have the eggs and all your equipment.