Oh, man. Where'd she get to? Ookami was flying through the treetops looking for Rehlya. After she had run off, Ookami had waited a little while before setting off in pursuit of her. "If she wants to prove herself, let her." That's what he had said. But now, after hearing the sounds of multiple clashes in the distance, he had picked up his pace, hoping that she hadn't been too injured.
Spotting the clearing where the duels had taken place, he started to lower himself through the trees, trying to get a better view of the ground. All around, vegetation had been crushed into the ground, animite fragments were scattered about, and two Bograth Magi were lying unconscious on the ground.
Wow, the girl DOES know how to handle herself. But where is she now?
Looking closer, he saw a massive pair of footprints leading off into the dank swamps, but there were no signs of the lithe Weavers tracks. Great…
Brog had a headache. All sorts of noises had been glaring from the lake, and he was trying to sleep. Trying his best to block out the irritating crashes, rumbles, and shrieks of dream creatures, the massive Magi tossed and turned until he got irritated enough to just go find out what the problem was.
Stumbling along in a sleepy stroll, Brog found the problem relatively quickly. He saw Granna go flying past him, landing unconscious in a very unflattering pose. Shrugging off the bizarre incident, he proceeded to enter the clearing around the lake. Here, he found young Weaver, facedown in the mud, obviously completely exhausted. As he approached, she woke up, staggering to her feet, attempting to stand up as straight as she could, putting on just a handful of rings.
"Who is you? You are keeping Brog from sleep." The giant Bograthian towered over the little girl, who attempted to look as intimidating as she could.
"Don't… don't come any closer. I'm… still standing. Bring it…"
Brog stared at her with a sort of confused glaze on his face, wondering what on earth this crazy Weaver was thinking. "No fighting. Just stop making noise."
But the Magi was set on a fight, summoning up an Aritex, which quickly channeled a massive amount of energy into the girl.
Shaking his head, Brog started dreaming up creatures of his own, but mostly, just various sorts of disgusting, oozing gunk.
The little Weave Magi was now getting serious, summoning zassyfers and podys to counter Brog's slimy servants. But they weren't able to stand up to the hordes of what she supposed were some sort of Arboll, or even the stuff that just looked like, well, green stuff. Too tired to keep working her Weave magic, she watched as her creatures vanished and twinkled out of the Moonlands, realizing that now she was in over her head.
"I not ask for fight. Just want noise to stop. Oh, well, I take you to Olabra. She know what to do…" As the Weaver collapsed, utterly exhausted, Brog scooped her up and carried her off to the current leader of Bograth, the Really Greatest Elder Ever, Olabra.
Following the deep, large tracks in the mud, Ookami was moving quite deep into the swamplands of Bograth. She must have been captured after those first two duels. I just hope she's okay… The jungle drummer was almost in a state of panic, frantically searching for his new ally.
As he traversed deeper into the great bog, he came across a small hut, decorated with various mosses and what he guessed were some kind of leaves. Slowly approaching the dwelling, he heard people talking inside. One voice was deep and slow, kind of stupid sounding, and the other was higher, more intelligent sounding.
"Brog was trying to nap. All kind of noise was at the lake. Brog went to look for noise. Found her and Brog's friends in bad shape. She wanted fight, Brog wins. Now what we do?" Peering through the window, Ookami could recognize the huge form of that oaf, Brog, talking with the hunched over shape of the newly proclaimed leader of Bograth, Olabra.
"Hmmm… we can't let her leave, because that would give Paradwyn their ally back, so I guess we will just hang on to her for now, maybe use her as a bargaining chip…" Olabra was already scheming how to use Rehlya to her advantage.
"Go find Obgren. I need a report on the status of our borders. I am going to go recover Blygt and Granna, if they haven't already recouperated." The two Magi then left the dwelling, leaving Rehlya to sleep in her makeshift cell.
After Brog and Olabra had left, Ookami moved into the hut, breaking the simples ties that held the door closed and scooped up the exhausted Weaver in his arms. "Did I win yet?" Rehlya mumbled in her sleep.
"You did great, kid. Just great…"