Today is the first day of the week-long festival of Armasse. Once a high holiday for the dead human god Aroden, Iomedae's crusaders have appropriated the holiday as a time for training commoners with weapons, testing new recruits, holding tournaments, and giving new assignments. The majority of the events will take place in or near Clydwell Plaza, next to the immense structure of the Cathedral of Saint Clydwell, the primary holy site of Iomedae in Kenabres.
Prelate Hulrun Shappok, the fat old human who pretends to rule the city of Kenabres, will set of the official start of the festival at noon by invoking Iomedae's blessing. In anticipation, the Plaza has been filling with people since before noon, both countless crusaders wearing their best arms and armor, and entrepreneurial merchants selling food, potions, trinkets of all sort, etc. Luckily, such crowds present no real challenge to kobolds, who can easily slip between the taller humans. A number of gnomes, halflings, and even a frog-like grippli are similarly trying to squeeze through to better vantage points for the ceremony. Terendelev has yet to make her appearance, but you've all heard the rumors that she wanders her city in disguise.
Ardiac slips through the crowd with the occasional "excuse me" and "pardon me". Nervous, she attempts to go wherever she can see what's going on. She hasn't discarded manners, however, and does so rather slowly, careful not to bump or prod anyone in the crowd.
Taalik jostles his way through the crowd, trying to find a vantage point where he might catch a glimpse of the radiant servant of Apsu, the mighty Terendelev. Even atop Davlaran his head is still below that of most of the knights that have assembled, but it was far more of a view than were he not mounted. Besides, the lore said Terendelev was massive, how could he miss him?
Ixen had arrived at last, he was a newcomer to the city. The traffic coming into the city before the festival was huge indeed and varied. Lucky for him he was used to moving about bigger folk from his time in Vigil. His natural nimble abilities coupled with his training made it easy to move about crowds, as did his size. Most simply never noticed him and those that did only ever caught sight of his tail as he moved on. Only the city guards at the entrance had given him problems and that was only until they saw his holy symbol and noticed his ship came from Lastwall. Those silly demon and evil test that they used on so called random visitors were nothing to him. It was only when they sought to check his weapons and person in more detail that his patience had run out along with his knowledge of the laws and their touching upon breaking it. After all he knew how foolish large folk could be, more so humans, but their was a line and he would be damned if he let them cross it in regards to him.
He shook his head of all that recent annoyance. It was a festival and the great silver dragon would be making her appearance soon. Ducking and dodging legs and others of his height he made his way to a good perch atop a number of crates piled next to a near by stall. It was a good vantage point over the heads of everyone with a clear view of the surroundings. When the stall owner noticed him, he complained until he tossed him a gold coin for his perch and few sticks of spiced roasted meat. Few knew kobolds could survive on little food but could eat large amounts easily as well, something they shared with their greater draconic cousins. His legs dangled over the create as he tore a bit of meat and watched as things progressed.
So this is it! I'll finally get to see the great dragon I've heard so much about. I've traveled halfway across the north for this chance, I can't believe it's finally here! Gunnarrex thinks to himself excitedly as he shoves his way through the crowd. He might only come up to most big peoples' thighs, but his impressive crown of draconic horns and golden hued scales lend him a majestic and intimidating mien. The tiny dragon warrior is huge for a kobold, bulging with muscle under his scale mail armor. There is a large (for him), spiked warhammer on his back, something that might take a hand and a half for a big person to wield. The crowd gives way before Gunnarrex, or he growls and glares at them until they do. He'd always had a bit of the wyrmfear about him, and he relies on it to get his way in a world made for bigger men. He finally finds a suitable spot, clambering up on a water barrel next to a lamp post. A gnome tries to join him on the barrel, but he drives the inferior feyling away with a single angry hiss. "Alright, I'm ready. Let's get this party started!" he shouts in draconic.
Slurk. Slurk. Slurk.
The day had finally come. Terendelev, Guardian of Kenebres, was to make a grand appearance today, amongst the celebrations of the soft-skin tall-folk that called the city their home. For them, it was Armasse, a day of feasting and training and jousting. For Dra’zaak, it was the day he finally got to see Terendelev in the scales. It was a day he had long anticipated.
Slurk. Slurk. Plop.
For now, though, it was time for lunch. He had caught a few nice large, juicy, - and thankfully, untainted - rats earlier in the day, themselves gorged from the ripe leftover eatings of the wasteful soft-skins in this massive city they called home. Dra’zaak, despite the food offered during the celebrations, had always preferred the food he caught and prepared himself. So, despite attracting glares and disgusted looks from the weak-stomached soft-skins, Dra’zaak kept himself occupied by gutting the first course of his meal; a nice, fat, juicy rat.
His mouth already watered in anticipation, he only had to find someplace to cook it, since he couldn’t start a fire upon his current location, being on top of a roofed-wagon whose owner had yet to notice him. He couldn’t just leave his prime spot, however, in case Terendelev appeared. Though the dragon was rumored to be quite large, which wasn’t surprising considering her age, Dra’zaak didn’t want to risk missing her because of the soft-skinned tall-folk’s plump asses being in his way.
So, despite preferring a nice roasted (or better yet, pickled) rat, Dra’zaak settled for the next best thing, and gulped down the gutted rat raw and bloody.
You each manage, in your own way, to find a vantage spot for the ceremony. It's also quickly apparent that you're not the only kobold to have come seeking to do battle against the demonic hordes. Apsu's call reached your kin as well, and though you are few in number, unlike the human crusaders, each of you has the heart of a dragon. A church bell begins ringing from inside Iomedae's cathedral, and then....
Your draconic eyes are used to the dark, and you can make out a wall of rubble nearby, the limbs of several unfortunate humans sticking out from between pieces of masonry, shattered statues, and boulders that could easily crush a person. The floor is uneven stone, like one would find in an underground cavern, but the cavern must be huge, as none of you can see the far wall, and your ears are still ringing as your heads throb with pounding headaches. You ache from what must have been a hard fall, and the amount of dust in the air makes in hard to breathe, but not a single one of you has an actual injury past minor bruising.
As you take the time to cough out the excess dust from your lungs and look around, your memory returns of what transpired:
You all heard the bells chime twelve times to announce noon, and saw Prelate Hulrun took the stage to begin. As he cleared his mouth to speak, however, an incredibly bright light shone from the west, as if a second, brighter sun had temporarily appeared and caused everyone to cast a second shadow. The sound of an explosion followed a moment later, not just heard but felt, as the earth itself shook with a violent tremor.
The massive fortress to the west, known at the Kite and location of the Wardstone of Kenabres, its primary defense against the demons of the Abyss, had completely vanished. A billowing plume of fire, smoke, and crackling lightning was all that remained, as rubble rained down on buildings close to the fortress.
The powerful roar which came a moment later was no second explosion, but rather the heartening battlecry of an ancient wyrm. Distracted by the destruction of the Kite, none of you saw who Terendelev was disguised as, but her awe and majesty were truly humbling. Her silver scales glittered in the noon light as her wings beat a powerful downdraft, her long neck craning from side to side in search of the culprit of such an enormous crime. And then, from above her, another form appeared, a bipedal shape that could tower over giants, easily six of seven yards tall and coated in flames as it wielded a massive sword and a whip of pure flames. Even those of you who didn't recognize the foul creature quickly learned its name as the people of Kenabres cried out in fear: the balor lord Khorramzadeh, Storm Lord of the Worldwound and general of its armies.
The ground continued shaking, more violently now, and smaller, more common demons began spewing forth from fissures as above, Khorramzedah and Terendelev met in battle. The mighty dragon had dealt the balor lord a grievous wound on their last encounter, but this time, it seemed that the balor had somehow gained a new sort of power, for the fight ended all too quickly, his sword cutting deep into Terendelev's body as though her scales were those of some mere fish rather than of an ancient wyrm.
The six of you had taken up arms and been readying to defend yourselves against the approaching demons when Khorramdzedah and Terendelev crashed thunderously into the front facade of the Cathedral of Saint Clydwell. Your attention turning instead to dodging falling chunks of granite, none of you had a chance to leap to safety as a new fissure formed beneath your very feet, the earth preparing to swallow you whole.
Your last sight before falling down into the darkness beneath Kenabres was of Terendelev catching sight of the six of you and speaking words of arcane power. Just as you felt your descent slow, suddenly as light as feathers, Khorramzedah's sword cleaved through the mighty silver dragon's neck, beheading her.
Just at the edge of your vision, you can see a massive spider easily as big as a horse, which is probably the source of an awful stench of death and decay, as the bodies of the more unfortunate humans have not had time to produce so odious a scent yet. Far above you, there is no sign of the sun, so the fissure you fell through must now be closed. However, as the ringing in your ears gradually dims, you can hear the sound of distant bats echoing through what must be an extensive system of caverns and tunnels.
You also happen to notice that, scattered in with all the debris that fell from above, there are six large silver scales, undoubtedly once having belonged to Terendelev.
Gunnarrex gets to his feet, and looks around, taking in the situation. "Five other dragons? What fate is this...?" he wonders aloud in draconic, as he goes to pick up the fallen silver scales of Terendelev. She saved us...one scale for each of us?
The warrior stacks the scales and tucks them behind his belt, going to help the other Kobolds to their feet. "Oh yeah, I'm Gunnarrex, formerly of the Sootscale tribe of Brevoy." Gunnarrex points to the spider. "There's something inside that spider carcass eating it. I also found these scales," he says showing the silver scales to the others. "We should probably try to help the pink skins too..." he adds as an afterthought.
Ixen shook his head, making sure his wits and memories were about him. Terendelev had fallen, the great silver dragon died before his eyes and he was useless. Apsu had granted him power and he could not use a bit of it for one of his champions. A deep sadness crept into him but was quickly overcome by a stronger anger, the demon would pay. The balor would be destroyed for it's crime and joined by thousands more he vowed in the dark.
He notices the dead spider as well as something moving about with in making a meal of it. The scales of fallen Terendelev and the fellow kobold that picks them up along with those still unrisen. More importantly he notices the human female's wound. He rushes over to tend to it as best he can. Outside magical healing his skill in that area were basic.
"We must stop the bleeding. Sadly it is beyond me to do much more then offer a splint."
His common is surprisingly good. Something he learned from his time in Vigil as the elf made a point to teach him.
"I have no curative magics, nor skill with medicine," Gunnarrex replies in draconic. Why does he speak the inferior tongue? "I am a warrior blessed with the rage of a dragon."
Aardiac slowly stands up, in a great amount of shock. She babbles in alko for a moment! before calming down a little, and looking around. She's still in shock, not really having processed what's going on.
"Healing? Who needs healing?"
Aardiac replies in common.
"Got it."
Aardiac walks over to the bleeding man and sighs, before chanting in alklo and healing the man with some less-then-entirely-holy magic.
"Hope that works..."
Dra’zaak awakens with a grunt, followed by a moan, followed by a gagging sound, at the end of which is the sound of the kobold emptying his stomach’s contents. Apparently raw rat did not mix particularly well with scenes of horrific demonic devastation and the death of a noble Draconic being in front of the kobold’s eyes. That, or it might’ve been a bad rat after all.
Regardless, Dra’zaak looks around after having lost what meal he had eaten and surveys the survivors. Like them, he notices the injured but is too late to get around to helping the soft-skins before one of the other kobolds gets around to it. While curious that he’d end up in such a situation with others of his kind, a sort of coincidence that doesn’t normally happen, Dra’zaak was just that he was alive, uninjured (if a little nauseous) and that they weren’t gnomes.
More importantly, however, he notices the movement within the nearby spider carcass. ”Shhh, why are you all focusing on the soft-skin? Its only a broken leg, she'll live for the time being. There’s something moving in that carcass.. might be some sort of demon. Best we check it out before it finishes eating the spider and decides to come after us.” Before examining the carcass, Dra’zaak quickly takes note of his gear, ensuring every arrow is in its place and making sure his jars of pickled meats, his preferred form of trail rations, remain unbroken. Thankfully, everything is miraculously in its proper place, so Dra’zaak draws his shortbow and creeps towards the carcass to examine it closer.
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"A broken leg? Hmm. That's... Unfortunate."
And I have no idea how fragile humans are... So better safe then sorry.
She looks over towards the carcass, not really seeing what he was talking about, but trusting his judgment nonetheless.
With the female taken care of enough that she won't die of blood loss, he draws his crossbow and prepares to fire at whatever may come out of the spider. Personally he doubted it was a demon, why would they be interested in eating a spider from the inside out. Then again they were odd foul things, his thoughts jumped more to rats or other natural scavengers of the dark. Not that he was opposed to killing a few demons at the moment.
"I already said that, Nameless one," Guinnarrex retorts to Dra'zaak. He unlimbers the two handed hammer from his back and says, "I'll have a look."
Holding the hammer in front of him cautiously, Gunn waits for the other dragons to have weapons in hand. He spares a curious look for the snake spirit thing, but it does not deter him from his "mission". The bloodrager walks quietly up to the spider carcass, and pokes it lightly with his hammer.
Taalik awakens buried beneath a great pile of rubble. Fighting and struggling, he begins moving the stones from atop him even as his mind returns to the events of the mo ment before. Terendelev, no... how could a demon, even one so massive and mighty, have slain you, the herald of Apsu? This cannot stand, this cannot be the last of the glorious Terendelev." His heart torn asunder, he barely notices a clawed hand reaches through the stones, pushing them away and clasping at Taalik. As more stones fall away, Davlaran's face appears from above.
Taalik sighs a little, "Ah, my friend, it is good to see you alive. Now, help me up." Davlaran smirks at Taalik, then pulls him out of the collapsed pile.
It takes Taalik a while to get recentered, though as he does Davlaran whispers to him, "There are kin about... and humans as well. But look to the ground, Terendelev's scales have fallen amidst us."
Looking across the grand subterranean chamber he sees the others gathering. Taking a moment to compose himself, he strides toward them. Upon drawing near, he calls out in Draconic, "Brothers of the Scale, it would seem the Waybringer had a purpose in calling us all to Kenabres. In taking up the crusade on behalf of most blessed Apsu, we became his champions. And now that the righteous Terendelev has fallen, we must take on her mantle as guardian of the human crusaders. I am Taalik Amun, and I call each of you to join me on the final crusade... the Dragon's Crusade!"
"Uh.. Yeah..."
Aardiac mutters, keeping her attention on the spider and drawing her crossbow.
Great, a holy roller, Gunn thinks to himself, keeping his eyes on the carcass. Hopefully he can fight to back up that tongue.
His attention drawn toward the riggling corpse of the giant spider, Taalik pulls on his shield and draws his sword as he and Davlaran resolutely stride forward. "Indeed, our first challenge as comrades in arms, may Apsu guide all of us this day." Instinctively he flexes his mighty jaw as he moves forward to the foul creature that lies within.
The moment that Gunnarrex lays his hand upon one of Terendelev's scales, he immediately is filled with an understanding that her heroic sacrifice has imbued each with an aspect of her power. The first scale he picks up can be used to gain a blessing of resistance against lightning or the biting sting of ice, much as silver dragons are. Two others allow a blessing of disguise, allowing one to take on some other shape, just as Terendelev was rumored to walk in the shape of a mere humanoid. Another grants an ability to walk among the clouds, levitating the one receiving the blessing as if they could fly. The remaining two, Gunnarrex senses can be used to cause any weapon to take on a special aspect of goodness or order.
Aardiac's healing stops the bleeding and nearly restores the injured human female to proper health, aside from the broken leg, which is simply far too much for the simple curative magic to affect. All of the talking, in Common, Draconic, and even Aklo, is enough to stir the three soft-skins to wakefulness, just as the six of you turn your attention instead to the giant spider. Utterly helpless in the darkness of the underground, the three cry out in alarm, unable to see. The one whose leg is broken seems to take the situation in stride, calmly intoning a simple spell to conjure the light she needs to see, casting the area immediately around her into far more colorful relief. She shudders in horror at the blood and protruding limbs of those who did not survive the fall into the cavern and then begins to ask in Common, "Who are-" only to realize that you are all focused on something just beyond the reach of her light spell.
A fat, nearly obese man in fine clothes ruined by blood and dust scrables closer to the woman and hit light, making exagerated moaning sounds as if the superficial cuts he has received could possibly compare to a broken leg. Unlike the woman, he seems entirely self-absorbed, not noticing that nobody is paying attention to him and instead complaining in Common, "You! Of all the people I could be trapped in some dank, foul cavern with... and... and... kobolds?"
The third figure doesn't seem to notice the light spell and fumbles around, feeling the ground and slowly crawling in the direction of the voices. Anyone happening to look his way would now notice that he's received a grievous would across his eyes, blinding him. Whatever weapon accomplished this, perhaps the flaming whip of the mighty demon who slew noble Terendelev, the wound was cauterized instantly, leaving him close to death but not in danger of bleeding out like the woman. It's also possible to notice that, unlike the two humans, he has the elongated ears of an elf, and a slight accent as he asks in Common, "Hello? Have any of you a torch? I... I cannot see."
Meanwhile, Gunnarrex has advanced on the massive corpse of the giant spider, preparing to poke it with his hammer. Before he even has a chance, however, three giant maggots burst forth from the spider's corpse.
Aardiac spews some nonsense, an incompressible, foul language. Nervous, she prepares to take aim with her crossbow, but doesn't really want to fire into combat, for fear of hitting gunneraxx. She moves in an attempt to get as many people within range as possible, and begins gesturing wildly, pointing places and at things, in some semblance of an attempt to encourage people to go where they're needed.
Ixen aims at the nearest maggot and shoots his crossbow. He could deal with soft skins later, some he already liked more then others and under different circumstances would even attempt to play at those manners they tend to like so much. But all things had a time and place.
Taalik and Davlaran charge the nearest maggot, with Taalik's sword cleaving at the beast even as Davlaran's sharp maw snaps down atop it.
Ixen Edar is the first to react as the giant maggots chew their way out of the corpse of the spider and towards Gunnarrex. His bolt cleanly pierces the head of one maggot, which thuds lifeless to the stone floor of the cavern, just as Malzii rushes forward to stab at another maggot, just barely nicking it and causing a disgusting ooze to bubble up out of the wound. Krilotkrin bites into the flesh of the maggot and tears out a nasty chunk, but the foul creature remains focused on Gunnarrex, who had disturbed them from their feasting, and bites him . Taalik Amun then charges the nearest maggot and cleaves it cleanly in two, with his sword, just as Davlaran finishes off the maggot Malzii and Krilotkrin had injured, leaving all three of the foul beasts quite dead.
The two humans can just barely make out the remains of two of the maggots now at the very edge of the female's light spell, and make sounds of disgust, clearly revolted by the creatures. The blinded elf cringes at the sound of combat, gripping a finely made staff and standing up clumsily, "What's going on? Are there demons attacking still?" Those of you who closed to melee range with the maggots however can now see the far side of the large cavern, which appears to contain two narrow passageways, the left passage being somewhat more recessed. Aside from the scales of Terendelev, which Gunnarrex has already picked up, and the three soft-skins, there doesn't seem to be anything else of interest in the vast cavern now that the giant maggots are as dead as the spider they were eating.
"Ua icwe lewst? In... Xlkn siqb."
Aardiac takes a deep breath to calm down, then turns to the blind elf, walking nearby.
"That's.... Not good."
She says, examining his eyes, or lack thereof.
"Everything's alright for now... There were some... Extremely large maggots, but they're dead now. We've fallen into a cavern after..."
Aardiac breathes deeply for a moment, trying to keep calm- starting to speak alko again would be... Bad right now.
"Terendelev... died... and managed to save some people from Khaorramzeda. Us, namely."
Dra'zaak, grumbling that the others just charged the spider without letting him take a closer look first, draws one of his durable arrows, knocks it in his shortbow, and fires at the nearest maggot.
Gunnarrex stands in apparent shock as the whole fight is over before he can react. After being bitten by the maggot, he decides to return the favor. Gunn picks up a chunk of maggot meat and begins munching on it as he walks back to the others. "Two passages up ahead! I've got these scaled from Terendelev. They are magical, I can feel it. I think she wanted us to have them," he informs the others.
Taalik wipes the maggot guts from his blade and sheathes it, then pats Davlaran on the shoulder. "Well done, my friend."
Turning toward Gunnarrex, he sighs as a small tear wells in his eye, Terendelev saved us all for a reason indeed. This is where it will begin. Wiping away the tear, he looks about his kin. "The loss of Terendelev was a mighty blow to the Crusades, but even as I fell, I felt her gaze and blessing upon me. Was it the same for all of you? I agree, these scales were meant as a gift to aid us, and a reminder of both our duty and the sacrifice it might take to achieve our goal." He reaches out and touches one of the scales, then nods at Gunnarrex as though requesting to take one.
Looking to the terrified surface dwellers, Taalik take the elf by his hand and leads him to the other two. Looking to the heavy set man, "Yes, you are indeed in the company of kobolds - the dragons of almighty Apsu's third brood. As you just witnessed, we are well equipped for the dangers of the Darklands... or wherever we are, and will keep you safe. I am Taalik Amun, servant of Apsu, a member of the Radiant Blades. And who might you all be?"
The woman tries to stand, barely suppresses a cry of pain, and instead leans against one of the large rocks comprising the wall of rubble, "You're the kobolds who were enlisting in the Crusade! I thought Irabeth had perhaps gone crazy to speak up for you all, but... I must admit I am impressed." She spies a piece of wood sticking out of the rubble and slowly makes her way towards it, continuing to speak as she drags her bad leg, "I am Anevia Tirabade, and... ugh... and I know my leg is probably only going to slow you down, but if you don't mind keeping a slower pace, I have some alchemist's fire you can have, and I'm handy with a bow or sword if I can see."
"She's a thief is what she is!" The fat human clasps his hands together and looks at each of you imploringly, "Please, my name is Horgus Gwerm, I am a wealthy man, and I am sure you are all quite used to the dark places of the world. If you can find us a way back to the surface and see me safely to my home, I can offer a thousand measures of gold. My vault is secure, even the demons won't have broken in, I am sure of it!"
The blind elf seems rather nervous, but says, "If we are making introductions, my name is Aravashnial. I would apologize once again to Horgus for our... past quarrel, but that is irrelevant. It seems I have lost my sight, to a rather painful injury on my face. Yet I have my staff and my hearing, so I shall endeavor to keep up as best I can in the dark I am temporarily condemned to. I would say that I am a skilled conjurer, but it is difficult enough to accurately hit an intelligent target you can see, and without my spellbook or a means of reading it, I am sure I shall exhaust my magical prowess quickly. Nonetheless, like Horgus and... Anevia? I would much appreciate it if you could find a way out and lead us to the surface, though I cannot offer so rich a compensation as Horgus."
Aardiac pauses a moment.
"Alright, everyone? If we try, I think we could get you all out of here safely. First... Horgus. Any grudge you have against this woman can wait until we get out, and if she truly if a thief, then you can talk to whatever authorities may remain."
Aardiac fetches the log aneveria is going for.
"Don't hurt yourself. Here, I'll get it for you."
she quickly returns the wood to her.
"And ar... Av... Uh. Sorry. I'm a little overwhelmed, I can't remember your name. Of course I can help. I can't leave an injured man behind. Be it a broken leg or blindness. At this point, grudges and worries about what any of you may have been in the past is irrelevant. Currently, we all want to live, and there isn't much else for us to worry about... So let's find a way out of here."
While the others are busy listening to the introduction of the softskins, Dra'zaak goes and inspects the spider and slain-maggots, retrieving his arrow from them as he kneels down to examine them. After ensuring that they're definitely dead, he pulls out his knife and cuts a small sampling of the maggot off, sniffs it, and gulps it down, shuddering at the taste and texture, regardless if they're demon-tainted or not.
While things calmed and danger seemed to be gone for the moment. Ixen keeps his crossbow out and alert but takes the time to introduce himself.
"I am Ixen Edar out of Vigil in Lastwall. A warpriest of Apsu. Once we are ready to move let me know, I am a good scout and don't mind taking point."
His training was starting to come out in full.
Gunnarrex frowns at the others speaking common so easily. He addresses them in draconic, "We can let the softskins follow us, but I'm not going to coddle them. How can you all stand to speak their tongue?...It disgusts me."
Aardiac responds in draconic...
we aren't exactly better then them. Humans are more populous then us dragons could ever hope to be. They're clearly doing something right."
Aardiac seems to lack a lot of that draconic pride intrinsic to the race.
"Pfft! So are ants. There is no creature that walks Golarion better than a dragon! Do you know nothing of Apsu, who was the first to create? The soft skinned gods have nothing on our great forefather. Quantity does not indicate quality," Gunnarrex responds. "I do not hate them, but we have better things to worry about. Like how we're going to get out of here and drive the demons back now that Tarendelev has fallen."
"Ants aren't sentient. Ants don't have legendary heroes. Ants are practically useless. Humans? Unpredictable, pelntiful. They've managed more creations then dragons, or elves, dispite living no more then 100 years. The're changing fast, while we remain stagnant. They keep getting better. And as for "no creature that walks galorion is better then a dragon."... what just happened up there?"
it isn't much longer before she's remembering what happened, and she starts getting too stressed to talk normally.
rgw seafin suws. Un ninwbra. Qglr xglbw si qw glcw?
"That demon was never meant to walk Golarion!" Gunnarrex retorts, a bit shocked that a fellow dragon would have such admiration for the cruel softskins. "Why do you keep babbling like a fish?"
qglr? U xln'r ybswearlbs tyi... Xelo.
She breathes deeply, trying to calm down again.