Chaos...everywhere.
Kordrion had originally been coming home to grab some of the spare supplies he kept stowed away in his room when the screams assaulted his ears followed by the hollow sounds of cackling spirits. Back winging till he was hovering above the carnage Kord poked at the old sandstone drake spirit he had befriended attempting to get his attention, sadly it was to no avail. Of late the old spirit had been lost in the depths of his memory beyond even the boy's reach as he attempted to work out who he was.
Giving the attempt up for a lost cause the rogue cautiously glided a little closer attempting to see exactly what was going on past the glare of fires. In retrospect he doubted that had had he not been so far up he would have ever seen the shape take off from the roof, as it was only the pale fur of the wyvern gave its presence away. Winging his way a bit higher Kord followed the wyvern attempting to discern anything about its passenger who stubbornly stayed a darker shadow in the night.
After a few hours flight south the figure landed at the ruins of Zul'mamwe and sent the wyvern back into the air to seek out a roost against the coming dawn. Spiraling lower Kord aimed for a small clearing a ways away to muffle the sound of the landing and subsequent shifting as the large stone drake exchanged its form for his normal one of a small human. Slipping through the shadows he managed to arrive back at the landing sight just in time to see the darker shadow - now a bit more visible as that of a Troll - vanish into the night heading in a vaguely northward direction.
Slipping closer after waiting for nearly an hour and ever wary of traps Kordrion craned his neck to ensure that the troll was long gone before making his way to what appeared to be a work station of sorts. Frowning at the fairly obvious flaw in his plan the rogue stared down at page after page of notes...in troll. Casting a quick look over his shoulder once more he hastily stacked the pages and rolled them to stick in a message tube. Getting ready to leave he cast his gaze once more across the table pausing as something utterly out of place caught his eye. Uncovered during his search was a small stack of drawings done in crayon and by an obviously childish hand, drawings of a family.
Inhaling sharply the rogue stared down at it for what seemed an eternity careful to touch the topmost only with his fingertips before almost reverently picking it up to add to the pile. Light...if this was who he thought...
Kord let the thought linger a moment as he attempted to reconcile the monster they had been shown with the obviously caring father figure in the drawings. Finally shaking his head the rogue moved off to the clearing again before shifting and winging his way into the early morning mist with more questions then answers to show for his trip.
Three days and a few thousand gold later Kord sat hunched over the stack of papers with another freshly inked stack beside him. The treaty he had been working on only needed a few minor touch ups to be ready to go out and those could wait, what sat before him now could solve a very large question they had - namely - what was Dreejin /doing/ with the hearts? He wasn't sure who ever decided that a troll to common translation guide was a good (or smart) thing but he was infinitely glad they had. A few words here and there he stumbled over due to the variances of dialect and nuances of speech used by each individual but the gist of it was clear, as clear as it was troubling. Grabbing his hearthstone with a worried look Kord keyed up a private line to Lahkin keeping his message short and simple.
"Lahkin...we have a problem"
Sighing softly he glanced again up to the child's picture now occupying a corner of his secluded desk and frowned. How do you tell a child that their daddy is the monster under the bed?
Kordrion had originally been coming home to grab some of the spare supplies he kept stowed away in his room when the screams assaulted his ears followed by the hollow sounds of cackling spirits. Back winging till he was hovering above the carnage Kord poked at the old sandstone drake spirit he had befriended attempting to get his attention, sadly it was to no avail. Of late the old spirit had been lost in the depths of his memory beyond even the boy's reach as he attempted to work out who he was.
Giving the attempt up for a lost cause the rogue cautiously glided a little closer attempting to see exactly what was going on past the glare of fires. In retrospect he doubted that had had he not been so far up he would have ever seen the shape take off from the roof, as it was only the pale fur of the wyvern gave its presence away. Winging his way a bit higher Kord followed the wyvern attempting to discern anything about its passenger who stubbornly stayed a darker shadow in the night.
After a few hours flight south the figure landed at the ruins of Zul'mamwe and sent the wyvern back into the air to seek out a roost against the coming dawn. Spiraling lower Kord aimed for a small clearing a ways away to muffle the sound of the landing and subsequent shifting as the large stone drake exchanged its form for his normal one of a small human. Slipping through the shadows he managed to arrive back at the landing sight just in time to see the darker shadow - now a bit more visible as that of a Troll - vanish into the night heading in a vaguely northward direction.
Slipping closer after waiting for nearly an hour and ever wary of traps Kordrion craned his neck to ensure that the troll was long gone before making his way to what appeared to be a work station of sorts. Frowning at the fairly obvious flaw in his plan the rogue stared down at page after page of notes...in troll. Casting a quick look over his shoulder once more he hastily stacked the pages and rolled them to stick in a message tube. Getting ready to leave he cast his gaze once more across the table pausing as something utterly out of place caught his eye. Uncovered during his search was a small stack of drawings done in crayon and by an obviously childish hand, drawings of a family.
Inhaling sharply the rogue stared down at it for what seemed an eternity careful to touch the topmost only with his fingertips before almost reverently picking it up to add to the pile. Light...if this was who he thought...
Kord let the thought linger a moment as he attempted to reconcile the monster they had been shown with the obviously caring father figure in the drawings. Finally shaking his head the rogue moved off to the clearing again before shifting and winging his way into the early morning mist with more questions then answers to show for his trip.
Three days and a few thousand gold later Kord sat hunched over the stack of papers with another freshly inked stack beside him. The treaty he had been working on only needed a few minor touch ups to be ready to go out and those could wait, what sat before him now could solve a very large question they had - namely - what was Dreejin /doing/ with the hearts? He wasn't sure who ever decided that a troll to common translation guide was a good (or smart) thing but he was infinitely glad they had. A few words here and there he stumbled over due to the variances of dialect and nuances of speech used by each individual but the gist of it was clear, as clear as it was troubling. Grabbing his hearthstone with a worried look Kord keyed up a private line to Lahkin keeping his message short and simple.
"Lahkin...we have a problem"
Sighing softly he glanced again up to the child's picture now occupying a corner of his secluded desk and frowned. How do you tell a child that their daddy is the monster under the bed?
Edited by Kordrion on 2/15/2012 5:04 AM PST
