"You keep an eye on Nadia and let us know if anything happens, will ya?"
Majenko solemnly nods. <Iwill. Nochild shouldhave tolive throughthis.>
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Majenko flies in and settles on the nearby nightstand The little dragon's eyes are wild with fear. <Thankyou thankyou. Peoplegetting worse. Where'sLyla?> He drops the scroll on the nightstand and flutters his wings.
Majenko blinks and looks over your shoulder. <Isthat... isthat Nadia? Withher father?> A glance out the front window shows that Demitri & Nadia are coming up Lancet Street. Nadia looks pale-faced and disturbed.
As the day wears on Karri seriously begins to worry. She says to the Pseudodragon, "It's bad enough they are all out and who knows how safe - and now, even the Legion is silent." Suddenly a thought occurs to her. "Majenko, when you talk to me, can you feel the Legion?" She pours more boiling water through a coffee press and sits down with her fifth cup. Majenko sits across from you as you pour yourself yet another cup of coffee. <Legion? Thatwhat youtalk towhen noone isaround?> His tail flicks around. <Ionly hearyour voice. Ican't listenfor anythingelse.>
Majenko perches on your shoulder, being careful not to let his claws dig too deeply into your skin as you go about the house. <IsNadia well? Sawher withDemitri, cameback tosee you. Sheseems well...> The pseudodragon wriggles its nose with worry.
Majenko flutters over to the dressing table, looking rather relieved. <Goodgood. Startedyesterday, Ithink...> The pseudodragon starts pacing on the table with a pensive look. <Startedafter Majenkosaw oddship inharbour. Gotsunk beforeMajenko couldlook closer... hadfunny light.>
Majenko starts flying around the room. <ScarredOne, areyou well?> The pseudodragon flies close to you and starts inspecting your neck. <Manyhumans instreets withrash andcough, yesyes. Youare verysweaty.> Majenko looks up into your eyes. <Everythingwell?>
Majenko is hanging around the Citadel, napping in a patch of sunlight atop a training dummy. He's a little confused when Demitri wakes him up, but when he asks him to play with Nadia for today, the little pseudodragon perks up considerably. <Yepyep! Wouldlove to! YesYes!>
Majenko chirps with glee and scoops the sandwich up in his claws before briefly nuzzling Demitri. <Thankyou!> He then sits next to Nadia, beginning to take bites out of the sandwich.
Nadia takes Demitri's offered sandwich, but the stern look in his eyes causes her smile to disappear, replaced with an anxious look. She looks down at her sandwich and starts taking bites out of it, avoiding eye contact with her father. Majenko flits downstairs and perches on the table, eying Demitri with the most innocent of begging eyes he can muster. <Metoo? Pleaseplease?>
"Oh, certainly. Not a page out of place... if he had, he'd be beggin' me ta kill him when I'm through with him." Althea says, a sharp look in her eye. The dresser contains mostly changes of clothes, some of them dirty, some of them filled with holes. The bed is comfortably soft with a thick wool blanket. The sea chest is not trapped, and the lock is very complex. It stubbornly refuses to open, even with Lyla's best efforts. Majenko flies over and taps Lyla on the shoulder, pointing at the ring of keys in Demitri's possession.
Majenko nods and purrs a bit.
Karri's Knowledge Roll (Pseudodragons):
Pseudodragons are miniature dragons the size of house cats. They're almost always friendly and shy; if you feed one, odds are it'll be happy to have a chat with you.
Their hides are resistant to spells, especially against paralysis & sleep effects; such magics have no power over them. The stinger in their tail holds a poison that serves as a tranquilizer, putting people to sleep. Majenko chirps. <Yay!>
Ortik finds a small button in the armrest of the chair. Majenko chirps and salutes. <Yep! Yepyepyep! For freedomyou gave, I would! Forayear!> <Besides, younicer.>
Majenko chitters. <Devargo'smean. Smelly. Isn'tnice to hispeople. Makesthem sickfrom workinghere.> The pseudodragon glares at the unconscious criminal, his violet scales gleaming in the light from outside. <Dropspeople intotrapdoor underrug beforehis chair. Onlywhen angry. That beall thetime.>
Devargo is carrying:
DC 18 Spellcraft for Armour & Potions:
Devargo's leather armour has a +1 enchantment on it.
The clear potion is a potion of invisibility. The deep blue potion is a potion of Cure Moderate Wounds. One of the keys from Devargo is enough to pop open the birdcage. The pseudodragon chirps with glee, flying about the room for a bit before settling on Jakob's shoulder. Jakob hears a voice in his head. <Majenko thanksyou, bighuman! Who beyou?> |