Look! I wrote another chapter! Yay! I'll try to get the next one up sometime soon.
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Sarah sat alone in a wooden chair, which was around a small table made of the same type of brown old wood. She had arrived here at Camlon early that morning, after two days of travel. Travel that was lonesome in a way she was unaccustomed to. But she knew she had to press on into this dark, unknown world.
She had gotten lodging at this INN with some of the money which was provided to her by the church of Ladon.
The dust stained window next to her filtered the sun from outside and fell on her white robes. She glanced around the room. It was the same as it had been the last seven times she had looked. People were still scattered around the various tables. Mainly construction workers getting drunk off ale and slapping the waitresses asses. There were a few others though. Such as Manillos trying to sell off junk to drunk men, a Forest clan member or two brooding over a cup of ale at their tables, and a bunch of large Smith clan members arm wrestling for cash.
She sighed, finding it all so lonely. Everyone sort of scuttled away from her. The world had become very unkind to the Church of Ladon and it's followers. She didn't really blame them. The Dragon War had destroyed so much and killed so many, it was only right for them to hate the Dragons.
"Excuse me. Are you a Light Dragon Preistess?" Said a man from behind her.
Startled, she turned quickly and looked him with a slightly suspicious glare.
He was about her height, Jade green eyes, short blond hair, white skin, and robes almost identical to her own, except his were the purest black and did not bear the custom dragon symbol. She guessed he was close in age to herself. Maybe no more than twenty years old.
She responded softly. "No, i'm afraid not. I''ve only just begun the journey."
The man nodded eloquently. "I see."
Sarah looked over his robes again. She had a suspicion of what he was, though she knew not who he was. "Are you a Dark Dragon Preist?"
The man smiled wearily. "Yes, I do believe you could say that."
Sarah smiled back, suspicion disappearing as he acknowledged. She felt glad to meet someone with whom she could share a common interest.
She had always wondered about the Light Dragon's cousins, the Dark Dragons. She had never actually met one before and this chance was exhilarating. She was not going to let the opportunity get away.
Sarah rose from her seat and bowed. "My name is Sarah Bateson. It's a pleasure to meet you."
The young man bowed in return. "It is a pleasure to meet you as well Sarah. My name is Nicholas Coen." He gestured towards a chair at her table. "May I have a seat?"
Sarah nodded eagerly. "Yes, yes. Please do. I would enjoy the company."
Nicholas chuckled at her anxiousness and took a seat. Sarah returned to her own seat.
Nicholas pulled his black robes back from his wrists and crossed his arms. Sarah noticed a strange tattoo of a black winged gargoyle type demon on his left arm. She thought of it for a moment, then passed it off as some kind of Dark Dragon custom.
"So," He said casually. "How long have you been on the journey?"
She leaned forward on the table a bit. "This is my third day since leaving actually."
"Ah. I see."
They said nothing for a few moments. Sarah broke the silence hesitantly.
"If I may ask, how long did it take you to complete the journey? No one ever tells me how long it normally takes."
Nicholas looked at her a moment with a slightly pained look on his face. His gaze floated off to the people around him. "It didn't take too long. I found my purpose....quite quickly."
Sarah looked at him with concern as he avoided eye contact. "I'm sorry if I-"
He quickly looked back at her, smiling and cutting her off. "No, it's fine." He glanced at a group of humans as they burst into laughter at some unheard joke. "I'm suprised they can laugh like that at a time like this."
Sarah cocked an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
Nicholas looked over to her with a smirk for a moment, which then disappeared as he looked at her. "Oh, I thought you knew." Nicholas straightened himself up and leaned towards Sarah. "For the last few weeks, this town has been under assault in a way. See, in a cave to the west, a bunch of undead have been popping up. Lots of zombies and such. They've been making a few night raids lately against this town. Killed a few people."
Sarah look at him in suprise. "Undead? But, how? Doesn't the church keep those under control?"
Nicholas nodded. "Normally, yes. But the church is having...difficulties lately. The counsol is bickering with each other over the issue of Zog's little uprising in Scande, so the whole of the church is clamoring around to find Zog's spies. They can barley keep their paranoia of each other in check, let alone send preists to quell undead outbreaks."
Sarah leaned back in her chair and asessed the information. She had heard a little of the rebel Zog and his attacks on the church, but she never thought it would cause this much disruption.
Nicholas shuffled his robes a bit. "I actually came here to put their poor souls to rest. The undead I mean. I've been to their nest once. Barley made it back alive, let alone free their souls. Ever since i've been looking for some assistance. In fact, that's why I came to you."
Sarah looked at him questioningly.
"See, i've already gotten two locals to help me out on this, but I need someone else too. Namely, a Light dragon preist or preistess."
"Why would you need a Light Dragon's help?"
Nicholas shifted uneasily in his chair. "There are reasons, but i'd prefer not to go into them."
Sarah reflected on it all for a moment. Why he wouldn't say, her duty as a light dragon, the wandering souls that stalked the night. Could she even trust this Dark Dragon? She had only just met him after all, and had heard so many stories of Dark Dragon treachery. But her duty came first, and she hoped Nicholas thought the same way.
She straightened up her robes. "I may not be a preistess yet...but I still have a duty to the people of this town and those trapped souls."
Nicholas eyed her strangely for a few moments. "Well, you seem to have the drive."
He thought about it for a short time. "Alright. I was hoping I could find a fully fledged Light Dragon, but time is running short." He stood up and pushed in his chair. "We'll leave tomorrow morning if you don't mind. I'll meet you at the town entrance with the two I hired."
"Alright, i'll meet you there then." Sarah said.
Nicholas bowed to her. "May Ladon be with you."
Sarah stood up and bowed in return. "May he be with you as well."
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Nicholas ran a hand through his short hair. He was lucky and he knew it. To find a Light Dragon in a town like this, let alone one as naive as Sarah was a miracle.
He pushed the wooden door to his room, it creaked as it opened and quickly closed behind him. He leaned against the wall and sighed. He hated to get a person as innocent as Sarah had seemed involved in something like this, but he had his own priorities. He walked to his small, well used bed with great exhaustion. He pretty much fell on it and lay there silently, eyes closed.
"You look so peaceful there, little dragon." Came a calm, soft as silk female voice.
Nicholas' eyes shot open and he pulled himself off his bed. He looked to the woman with anger. It was her again. She stood leaning against the wall casually. Her silver hair cascaded over her white Light Dragon robes. Her gold eyes looked at him almost seductively.
Nicholas scowled. "What are you doing here?" He said angrily.
The woman smirked. "Touchy, aren't we?" She moved to a nearby dresser and looked into the large mirror on it, then began to fix her already well done straight hair. "Brad just wanted me to check up on you. To make sure you're doing what he told you to." She rubbed a spec of dirt off her tanned white skin.
Nicholas' scowl intensified. "I said I would get it, didn't I witch?"
The woman stopped messing with her hair and turned to face Nicholas. She smirked again. "Don't bite the messanger." She walked towards him until she was face to face with Nicholas. "Just do what he says and nothing will happen to your little friend."
She grabbed the neck of his robes and forcefully pulled him so close to her that it looked as though she would kiss him. "Just a bit of wisdom for the ignorant." She cooed softly. "Despite his demeanor, he's quite a wrathful man."
She looked deep into his eyes, as if trying to find his soul. "If you betray him....she will not be the only one to die. He'll kill everyone you care about."
The woman pushed him back with a gentle effort and a laugh.
Nicholas was severely unnerved. "I-I'll get the damned thing."
The woman smiled softly. "I know you will." She giggled. "I do beleive it's time for me to get going. Good luck. You'll certainly need it." She quickly chanted a warp spell and disappeared in a cloud of white smoke.
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Sarah sat alone in a wooden chair, which was around a small table made of the same type of brown old wood. She had arrived here at Camlon early that morning, after two days of travel. Travel that was lonesome in a way she was unaccustomed to. But she knew she had to press on into this dark, unknown world.
She had gotten lodging at this INN with some of the money which was provided to her by the church of Ladon.
The dust stained window next to her filtered the sun from outside and fell on her white robes. She glanced around the room. It was the same as it had been the last seven times she had looked. People were still scattered around the various tables. Mainly construction workers getting drunk off ale and slapping the waitresses asses. There were a few others though. Such as Manillos trying to sell off junk to drunk men, a Forest clan member or two brooding over a cup of ale at their tables, and a bunch of large Smith clan members arm wrestling for cash.
She sighed, finding it all so lonely. Everyone sort of scuttled away from her. The world had become very unkind to the Church of Ladon and it's followers. She didn't really blame them. The Dragon War had destroyed so much and killed so many, it was only right for them to hate the Dragons.
"Excuse me. Are you a Light Dragon Preistess?" Said a man from behind her.
Startled, she turned quickly and looked him with a slightly suspicious glare.
He was about her height, Jade green eyes, short blond hair, white skin, and robes almost identical to her own, except his were the purest black and did not bear the custom dragon symbol. She guessed he was close in age to herself. Maybe no more than twenty years old.
She responded softly. "No, i'm afraid not. I''ve only just begun the journey."
The man nodded eloquently. "I see."
Sarah looked over his robes again. She had a suspicion of what he was, though she knew not who he was. "Are you a Dark Dragon Preist?"
The man smiled wearily. "Yes, I do believe you could say that."
Sarah smiled back, suspicion disappearing as he acknowledged. She felt glad to meet someone with whom she could share a common interest.
She had always wondered about the Light Dragon's cousins, the Dark Dragons. She had never actually met one before and this chance was exhilarating. She was not going to let the opportunity get away.
Sarah rose from her seat and bowed. "My name is Sarah Bateson. It's a pleasure to meet you."
The young man bowed in return. "It is a pleasure to meet you as well Sarah. My name is Nicholas Coen." He gestured towards a chair at her table. "May I have a seat?"
Sarah nodded eagerly. "Yes, yes. Please do. I would enjoy the company."
Nicholas chuckled at her anxiousness and took a seat. Sarah returned to her own seat.
Nicholas pulled his black robes back from his wrists and crossed his arms. Sarah noticed a strange tattoo of a black winged gargoyle type demon on his left arm. She thought of it for a moment, then passed it off as some kind of Dark Dragon custom.
"So," He said casually. "How long have you been on the journey?"
She leaned forward on the table a bit. "This is my third day since leaving actually."
"Ah. I see."
They said nothing for a few moments. Sarah broke the silence hesitantly.
"If I may ask, how long did it take you to complete the journey? No one ever tells me how long it normally takes."
Nicholas looked at her a moment with a slightly pained look on his face. His gaze floated off to the people around him. "It didn't take too long. I found my purpose....quite quickly."
Sarah looked at him with concern as he avoided eye contact. "I'm sorry if I-"
He quickly looked back at her, smiling and cutting her off. "No, it's fine." He glanced at a group of humans as they burst into laughter at some unheard joke. "I'm suprised they can laugh like that at a time like this."
Sarah cocked an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
Nicholas looked over to her with a smirk for a moment, which then disappeared as he looked at her. "Oh, I thought you knew." Nicholas straightened himself up and leaned towards Sarah. "For the last few weeks, this town has been under assault in a way. See, in a cave to the west, a bunch of undead have been popping up. Lots of zombies and such. They've been making a few night raids lately against this town. Killed a few people."
Sarah look at him in suprise. "Undead? But, how? Doesn't the church keep those under control?"
Nicholas nodded. "Normally, yes. But the church is having...difficulties lately. The counsol is bickering with each other over the issue of Zog's little uprising in Scande, so the whole of the church is clamoring around to find Zog's spies. They can barley keep their paranoia of each other in check, let alone send preists to quell undead outbreaks."
Sarah leaned back in her chair and asessed the information. She had heard a little of the rebel Zog and his attacks on the church, but she never thought it would cause this much disruption.
Nicholas shuffled his robes a bit. "I actually came here to put their poor souls to rest. The undead I mean. I've been to their nest once. Barley made it back alive, let alone free their souls. Ever since i've been looking for some assistance. In fact, that's why I came to you."
Sarah looked at him questioningly.
"See, i've already gotten two locals to help me out on this, but I need someone else too. Namely, a Light dragon preist or preistess."
"Why would you need a Light Dragon's help?"
Nicholas shifted uneasily in his chair. "There are reasons, but i'd prefer not to go into them."
Sarah reflected on it all for a moment. Why he wouldn't say, her duty as a light dragon, the wandering souls that stalked the night. Could she even trust this Dark Dragon? She had only just met him after all, and had heard so many stories of Dark Dragon treachery. But her duty came first, and she hoped Nicholas thought the same way.
She straightened up her robes. "I may not be a preistess yet...but I still have a duty to the people of this town and those trapped souls."
Nicholas eyed her strangely for a few moments. "Well, you seem to have the drive."
He thought about it for a short time. "Alright. I was hoping I could find a fully fledged Light Dragon, but time is running short." He stood up and pushed in his chair. "We'll leave tomorrow morning if you don't mind. I'll meet you at the town entrance with the two I hired."
"Alright, i'll meet you there then." Sarah said.
Nicholas bowed to her. "May Ladon be with you."
Sarah stood up and bowed in return. "May he be with you as well."
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Nicholas ran a hand through his short hair. He was lucky and he knew it. To find a Light Dragon in a town like this, let alone one as naive as Sarah was a miracle.
He pushed the wooden door to his room, it creaked as it opened and quickly closed behind him. He leaned against the wall and sighed. He hated to get a person as innocent as Sarah had seemed involved in something like this, but he had his own priorities. He walked to his small, well used bed with great exhaustion. He pretty much fell on it and lay there silently, eyes closed.
"You look so peaceful there, little dragon." Came a calm, soft as silk female voice.
Nicholas' eyes shot open and he pulled himself off his bed. He looked to the woman with anger. It was her again. She stood leaning against the wall casually. Her silver hair cascaded over her white Light Dragon robes. Her gold eyes looked at him almost seductively.
Nicholas scowled. "What are you doing here?" He said angrily.
The woman smirked. "Touchy, aren't we?" She moved to a nearby dresser and looked into the large mirror on it, then began to fix her already well done straight hair. "Brad just wanted me to check up on you. To make sure you're doing what he told you to." She rubbed a spec of dirt off her tanned white skin.
Nicholas' scowl intensified. "I said I would get it, didn't I witch?"
The woman stopped messing with her hair and turned to face Nicholas. She smirked again. "Don't bite the messanger." She walked towards him until she was face to face with Nicholas. "Just do what he says and nothing will happen to your little friend."
She grabbed the neck of his robes and forcefully pulled him so close to her that it looked as though she would kiss him. "Just a bit of wisdom for the ignorant." She cooed softly. "Despite his demeanor, he's quite a wrathful man."
She looked deep into his eyes, as if trying to find his soul. "If you betray him....she will not be the only one to die. He'll kill everyone you care about."
The woman pushed him back with a gentle effort and a laugh.
Nicholas was severely unnerved. "I-I'll get the damned thing."
The woman smiled softly. "I know you will." She giggled. "I do beleive it's time for me to get going. Good luck. You'll certainly need it." She quickly chanted a warp spell and disappeared in a cloud of white smoke.