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“Greetings Gren the Merchant!” Asaewath called out as the dragon siblings returned to the fortified wooded hilltop.
Following a long pause, the half-Trasgu again came out, nervously chewing on khat, still tightly gripping his rocket launcher. “You two are back, not very long since you last left. What happened?”
Rargesteyae growled in response.
“They attacked us, Gren. Those cultists.” Asaewath replied simply.
The merchant fell silent.
“They knew exactly where to find us. They were dangerous. But they thought they were stronger than us.”
“Where is your father?” Gren asked.
“We…don’t know. It’s been a week, and then the Miscabbards came yesterday.”
“What are you two going to do?”
Smoke came from Asaewath’s nostrils. “We’re going to go and kill the Miscabbards. We’ll find this Lord of the Sky, and kill them.”
Gren went silent again.
“That’s very brave of you two.” The merchant finally stated. “If you seek this Lord of the Sky, you will probably find them in the Miscabbard City of Kavi. That is the center of their power and the former home of the Lord of Earth.”
“Anything we should know about this Kavi?”
“It will be difficult. They say the city is hidden. They say the city is well protected, that it has a self-proclaimed “immortal” population of 10,000, where any loss from retirement, sickness or death is immediately replaced with a new cultist selected from all of Nalbin to join the privileged elite. Hence the forces of Kavi will be the best the Miscabbards had to offer. You two would have a hard time getting in, and not getting killed. On the other hand, kill this Lord of the Sky, destroy their city, and the power of the Miscabbards will likely be broken, if not destroyed.”
Asaewath shrugged. “We could certainly try that.”
“Ten thousand insane cultists, Children of the Stanton Dragon. I doubt even the both of you could take them all on.”
“We’ll figure out a way.”
Beside her brother, Rargesteyae just frowned.
Gren took a deep breath. “Do you even know where Kavi is?” He asked.
The green dragon paused.
“No.” He smiled awkwardly. “Dad was there once, but he never told us where it was. Absolutely refused to go anywhere near it.”
“Well then, scion of the Stanton Dragon, was there any area that your father would refuse to go?”
Asaewath stood silently with his mouth slightly agape.
*The Windward Ridges. He always went silent when we passed that region.* Rargesteyae nodded. *But, there’s nothing there but swamps. Even the humans never settled much in that area.*
“The humans didn’t, but the Duregaren did.” Asaewath cut in.
The brown dragon turned to her brother in surprise. *What? When?*
“Before the Great War. Most of the Duregaren cities fell during that conflict. Only a few of them were rebuilt.”
Rargesteyae cocked her head sideways at her brother. *Well then.*
“Smart kids.” Gren smiled. “Your father would kill me if he knew I was the source of the information you know now. However I think you are old enough that you should know. Be careful.”
The half Trasgu suddenly thought of something and went back inside, quickly bringing out a large parchment that he unfurled to reveal a large map.
“Paul Durham gave me this.”
*The traitor?* Rargesteyae suddenly hissed at the name.
Asaewath was also shaking his head. “His actions led to the death of our mother and the destruction of-”
“Be silent and listen, you two. This a map of all the comings and goings of the Miscabbards for the last fifty years. Through it, Paul had traced all the locations important to them, their numbers, and their politics over the last 30 years. These are perhaps the most complete information anyone has of the Miscabbards outside of their organization. If Kavi is at the edge of the Windward Ridges, you should be able to trace it there.”
Gren handed the parchment over to the two dragons, who immediately poured over the terrain overlaid with arrows and symbols.
*Most of their travels seem to be around the path here.*
*There aren’t that many wagon paths through the swamps. If they’re going up the Southern mountain passes, these would be the best areas to target.*
*This looks like a major conduit here, and it’s hidden among the forest and follows the river.*
*Tassajara Canyon. Looks like a good place to check out.*
The half-Trasgu merchant shook his head sadly as he watched the dragons plot out their next course of action.
“Paul traced all of this for years, and then he sold it to me for a barrel of whiskey. Perhaps he knew that I would be interested and give you two the information. Perhaps this was his way of apologizing.”
The two young dragons fell silent.
*And why are you helping us Gren?* Rargesteyae finally turned and asked the merchant in Draconic.
The half-Trasgu nodded slowly. *I was an outsider. I was an outcast. Stanton took me in. The Forester took me in, introduced me to your father. Said that outcasts need to rely on one another in this World. Your father had a good thing going with the townsfolk. And the Miscabbards destroyed it.*
*It was always in the human’s blood. A plague hits and they killed the Guest Families. The killer cult comes and they killed our mother.* The brown dragon replied.
Gren nodded. *That is all true. I was no longer in Stanton when those two things happened, and people are people everywhere. But we all must fight for what is good in this world.* With a sigh, the half-Trasgu lowered his rocket launcher and sat on a log. *And I would rather fight for dreams of light than accept nightmares in the dark.*
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“Greetings Gren the Merchant!” Asaewath called out as the dragon siblings returned to the fortified wooded hilltop.
Following a long pause, the half-Trasgu again came out, nervously chewing on khat, still tightly gripping his rocket launcher. “You two are back, not very long since you last left. What happened?”
Rargesteyae growled in response.
“They attacked us, Gren. Those cultists.” Asaewath replied simply.
The merchant fell silent.
“They knew exactly where to find us. They were dangerous. But they thought they were stronger than us.”
“Where is your father?” Gren asked.
“We…don’t know. It’s been a week, and then the Miscabbards came yesterday.”
“What are you two going to do?”
Smoke came from Asaewath’s nostrils. “We’re going to go and kill the Miscabbards. We’ll find this Lord of the Sky, and kill them.”
Gren went silent again.
“That’s very brave of you two.” The merchant finally stated. “If you seek this Lord of the Sky, you will probably find them in the Miscabbard City of Kavi. That is the center of their power and the former home of the Lord of Earth.”
“Anything we should know about this Kavi?”
“It will be difficult. They say the city is hidden. They say the city is well protected, that it has a self-proclaimed “immortal” population of 10,000, where any loss from retirement, sickness or death is immediately replaced with a new cultist selected from all of Nalbin to join the privileged elite. Hence the forces of Kavi will be the best the Miscabbards had to offer. You two would have a hard time getting in, and not getting killed. On the other hand, kill this Lord of the Sky, destroy their city, and the power of the Miscabbards will likely be broken, if not destroyed.”
Asaewath shrugged. “We could certainly try that.”
“Ten thousand insane cultists, Children of the Stanton Dragon. I doubt even the both of you could take them all on.”
“We’ll figure out a way.”
Beside her brother, Rargesteyae just frowned.
Gren took a deep breath. “Do you even know where Kavi is?” He asked.
The green dragon paused.
“No.” He smiled awkwardly. “Dad was there once, but he never told us where it was. Absolutely refused to go anywhere near it.”
“Well then, scion of the Stanton Dragon, was there any area that your father would refuse to go?”
Asaewath stood silently with his mouth slightly agape.
*The Windward Ridges. He always went silent when we passed that region.* Rargesteyae nodded. *But, there’s nothing there but swamps. Even the humans never settled much in that area.*
“The humans didn’t, but the Duregaren did.” Asaewath cut in.
The brown dragon turned to her brother in surprise. *What? When?*
“Before the Great War. Most of the Duregaren cities fell during that conflict. Only a few of them were rebuilt.”
Rargesteyae cocked her head sideways at her brother. *Well then.*
“Smart kids.” Gren smiled. “Your father would kill me if he knew I was the source of the information you know now. However I think you are old enough that you should know. Be careful.”
The half Trasgu suddenly thought of something and went back inside, quickly bringing out a large parchment that he unfurled to reveal a large map.
“Paul Durham gave me this.”
*The traitor?* Rargesteyae suddenly hissed at the name.
Asaewath was also shaking his head. “His actions led to the death of our mother and the destruction of-”
“Be silent and listen, you two. This a map of all the comings and goings of the Miscabbards for the last fifty years. Through it, Paul had traced all the locations important to them, their numbers, and their politics over the last 30 years. These are perhaps the most complete information anyone has of the Miscabbards outside of their organization. If Kavi is at the edge of the Windward Ridges, you should be able to trace it there.”
Gren handed the parchment over to the two dragons, who immediately poured over the terrain overlaid with arrows and symbols.
*Most of their travels seem to be around the path here.*
*There aren’t that many wagon paths through the swamps. If they’re going up the Southern mountain passes, these would be the best areas to target.*
*This looks like a major conduit here, and it’s hidden among the forest and follows the river.*
*Tassajara Canyon. Looks like a good place to check out.*
The half-Trasgu merchant shook his head sadly as he watched the dragons plot out their next course of action.
“Paul traced all of this for years, and then he sold it to me for a barrel of whiskey. Perhaps he knew that I would be interested and give you two the information. Perhaps this was his way of apologizing.”
The two young dragons fell silent.
*And why are you helping us Gren?* Rargesteyae finally turned and asked the merchant in Draconic.
The half-Trasgu nodded slowly. *I was an outsider. I was an outcast. Stanton took me in. The Forester took me in, introduced me to your father. Said that outcasts need to rely on one another in this World. Your father had a good thing going with the townsfolk. And the Miscabbards destroyed it.*
*It was always in the human’s blood. A plague hits and they killed the Guest Families. The killer cult comes and they killed our mother.* The brown dragon replied.
Gren nodded. *That is all true. I was no longer in Stanton when those two things happened, and people are people everywhere. But we all must fight for what is good in this world.* With a sigh, the half-Trasgu lowered his rocket launcher and sat on a log. *And I would rather fight for dreams of light than accept nightmares in the dark.*
The Mountain Goats - Palmcorder Yajna
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Category Artwork (Traditional) / Fantasy
Species Western Dragon
Size 1457 x 2528px
File Size 4.06 MB
The Guest Families, or "Guesters" are a minority group descended from refugees fleeing war and invasion in Southern Auxia. Liza is a Guester: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/33494638/.
(The name derives from the literal name of the ethnic Han subgroup known as the Hakka.)
I do need to expand upon them more, especially in Part I.
"It" is the human penchant for destruction.
(The name derives from the literal name of the ethnic Han subgroup known as the Hakka.)
I do need to expand upon them more, especially in Part I.
"It" is the human penchant for destruction.
“ "It" is the human penchant for destruction. “
Given that dragons have a reputation of destroying things they don’t like, I really hate it when the pot calls the kettle black.
I really hope this isn’t foreshadowing for Rargesteyae wanting to genocide the human race and later serving an antagonist role during the final arc “changing tides”.
Given that dragons have a reputation of destroying things they don’t like, I really hate it when the pot calls the kettle black.
I really hope this isn’t foreshadowing for Rargesteyae wanting to genocide the human race and later serving an antagonist role during the final arc “changing tides”.
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