Saviors?
"Well, young one," the dragon's deep, booming voice made the walls of the cavern tremble. "Have you found adventurers willing to help us?"
"Yes, friend Dragon." The Blue Knight had seated himself on a broken stalagmite. Surrounding the pair were torches, lit by the dragon, set about to provide adequate illumination.
"You are sure they will help? It would not bode well for all if they should reject their offer."
"Doubts are not like you Osilligar. They will help us. What choice do they really have? Fight with us, or succumb to the darkness that the rest of the land is being plagued by?"
"Yes, as the world crumbles, they will see the continents shatter and all the creatures of the world will become extinct."
"A grim picture indeed. Bu it is not for us to change their decisions. We can only hope that they agree."
"Bring them here. Let us hear their decisions."
In the back of the cave, the four adventurers hadn't made up their minds yet, but were reaching their conclusions soon.
" I don't understand how a few pockets of criminals could threaten the world so." The Druid pondered. It seemed ridiculous.
"Weren't you looking at those images? Those weren't just from Baldur's Gate. Some were Luskan, Neverwinter, Beregost, even as far North as Icewind Dale. These aren't just a 'few pockets of criminals.'"
The Bard shook her head, "I've been up and down this region more times than I can count, and I've never seen anything like this. To be honest, I think this Knight guy is insane. He probably lured us here to become a midnight snack for some dragon."
"If that had been true, you would all be having this conversation in Osilligar's gullet." The Knight had returned.
"Don't you ever get tired of doing that?!" The Druid hissed at him.
"It's an old habit of mine, the only advice I can give you is pay more attention to your environment. Come, it is time for you to meet the dragon." With that he turned and headed back the way he came. Without hesitation, the Thief and the Illusionist followed him into the back of the cave. The Druid and the Bard shot worried looks at each other and followed warily. They both knew the stories about Dragons and this one in particular. They had good reason to be afraid.
Osilligar, as mentioned aforetime, is one of the High Dragons, which would make him one of the oldest and wisest creatures to roam the Forgotten Realms. This also means that he is more or less a very dangerous creature. He is the one dragon that even the Creator races feared. To anger him is folly, but to befriend him would be the greatest honor of all. Despite the great scars that crisscrossed his thick hide, Osilligar looked like any other dragon to the five humans.
The Dragon's basso voice resonated throughout the cavern, "Welcome young ones. I am Osilligar of the Dragons. Your presence in these humble tunnels brings honor and glory to me."
After a moment of silence, the Bard stepped forward, "Greetings Great One, your invitation into your hollowed abode is the deepest of honors."
The dragon's chuckle vibrated the cavern, causing pebbles to fall and clatter down walls. "Ah, some still remember the Old Ways, in the time when there existed a bond between the draconic and human races. But such is not the reasoned you've been summoned. The child who brought you here has already told you of what you must do; now I require your answers. Be mindful, your choice will have a profound consequence, and you will not be to go back on your choice. Once you have decided there is no second chance. Bard, what say ye?"
"Far be it for me to insult a dragon. Besides, this is such stuff as legends are spun. I'll do it."
"Very good. And you, Druid?"
"The winds whisper of evil and Mother Nature trembles at an unseen touch. I find I must do what I can to restore balance. My gifts are yours to command."
"Excellent. Mage, how answer ye?"
"Any time the Blue Knight shows up and tells me my help is needed, trouble is usually around the corner. I had best come along to pull us out."
"A wise answer, misfortune does seem to nip his heels at times. Now you, Thief, what have you decided?"
"I go where my friends go."
"Very noble. You have all answered in the affirmative, yet there is still one task left to perform. This will be the bond that ties the five of you together. Once this is done there is no turning back from the path set before you. Follow me."
The great Dragon heaved to his feet and started towards the rear of his cave. The five followed behind, through the great cavern then into and past his horde into a small cave where only a plain pillar stood in the center. "Gather around the pillar and link your hands."
The humans did as they were asked, then the Great Dragon's voice seemed to boom throughout the world, shaking their very souls.
"From beginning to end, from birth to death, from creation to destruction. A ray of light connecting the world's hope that none can destroy." With the fading of the last rumble from Osilligar, the five companions felt something new, as if they knew each other, yet they were still strangers.
The dragon sighed, "It is done. Out hope is in your hands."
--Sometimes I can't figure out how I want a certain part of the story to go and I'll have to force something out. This is kinda what happened with the whole of the Dragon's Lair. sequence, I guess you'd call it. I needed a way to push them out on their quest and give them a reason to stay together. The first five chapters about are probably the ones that need to be rewritten the most. If you have a better way, send it to me. I'll probably do something special for you. Okay, thanks once again to my previous reviewers, Mia1218 and ratqueen, as well as my new one Your Brother. I hope to hear from all of you again as well as new ones as well.
"Well, young one," the dragon's deep, booming voice made the walls of the cavern tremble. "Have you found adventurers willing to help us?"
"Yes, friend Dragon." The Blue Knight had seated himself on a broken stalagmite. Surrounding the pair were torches, lit by the dragon, set about to provide adequate illumination.
"You are sure they will help? It would not bode well for all if they should reject their offer."
"Doubts are not like you Osilligar. They will help us. What choice do they really have? Fight with us, or succumb to the darkness that the rest of the land is being plagued by?"
"Yes, as the world crumbles, they will see the continents shatter and all the creatures of the world will become extinct."
"A grim picture indeed. Bu it is not for us to change their decisions. We can only hope that they agree."
"Bring them here. Let us hear their decisions."
In the back of the cave, the four adventurers hadn't made up their minds yet, but were reaching their conclusions soon.
" I don't understand how a few pockets of criminals could threaten the world so." The Druid pondered. It seemed ridiculous.
"Weren't you looking at those images? Those weren't just from Baldur's Gate. Some were Luskan, Neverwinter, Beregost, even as far North as Icewind Dale. These aren't just a 'few pockets of criminals.'"
The Bard shook her head, "I've been up and down this region more times than I can count, and I've never seen anything like this. To be honest, I think this Knight guy is insane. He probably lured us here to become a midnight snack for some dragon."
"If that had been true, you would all be having this conversation in Osilligar's gullet." The Knight had returned.
"Don't you ever get tired of doing that?!" The Druid hissed at him.
"It's an old habit of mine, the only advice I can give you is pay more attention to your environment. Come, it is time for you to meet the dragon." With that he turned and headed back the way he came. Without hesitation, the Thief and the Illusionist followed him into the back of the cave. The Druid and the Bard shot worried looks at each other and followed warily. They both knew the stories about Dragons and this one in particular. They had good reason to be afraid.
Osilligar, as mentioned aforetime, is one of the High Dragons, which would make him one of the oldest and wisest creatures to roam the Forgotten Realms. This also means that he is more or less a very dangerous creature. He is the one dragon that even the Creator races feared. To anger him is folly, but to befriend him would be the greatest honor of all. Despite the great scars that crisscrossed his thick hide, Osilligar looked like any other dragon to the five humans.
The Dragon's basso voice resonated throughout the cavern, "Welcome young ones. I am Osilligar of the Dragons. Your presence in these humble tunnels brings honor and glory to me."
After a moment of silence, the Bard stepped forward, "Greetings Great One, your invitation into your hollowed abode is the deepest of honors."
The dragon's chuckle vibrated the cavern, causing pebbles to fall and clatter down walls. "Ah, some still remember the Old Ways, in the time when there existed a bond between the draconic and human races. But such is not the reasoned you've been summoned. The child who brought you here has already told you of what you must do; now I require your answers. Be mindful, your choice will have a profound consequence, and you will not be to go back on your choice. Once you have decided there is no second chance. Bard, what say ye?"
"Far be it for me to insult a dragon. Besides, this is such stuff as legends are spun. I'll do it."
"Very good. And you, Druid?"
"The winds whisper of evil and Mother Nature trembles at an unseen touch. I find I must do what I can to restore balance. My gifts are yours to command."
"Excellent. Mage, how answer ye?"
"Any time the Blue Knight shows up and tells me my help is needed, trouble is usually around the corner. I had best come along to pull us out."
"A wise answer, misfortune does seem to nip his heels at times. Now you, Thief, what have you decided?"
"I go where my friends go."
"Very noble. You have all answered in the affirmative, yet there is still one task left to perform. This will be the bond that ties the five of you together. Once this is done there is no turning back from the path set before you. Follow me."
The great Dragon heaved to his feet and started towards the rear of his cave. The five followed behind, through the great cavern then into and past his horde into a small cave where only a plain pillar stood in the center. "Gather around the pillar and link your hands."
The humans did as they were asked, then the Great Dragon's voice seemed to boom throughout the world, shaking their very souls.
"From beginning to end, from birth to death, from creation to destruction. A ray of light connecting the world's hope that none can destroy." With the fading of the last rumble from Osilligar, the five companions felt something new, as if they knew each other, yet they were still strangers.
The dragon sighed, "It is done. Out hope is in your hands."
--Sometimes I can't figure out how I want a certain part of the story to go and I'll have to force something out. This is kinda what happened with the whole of the Dragon's Lair. sequence, I guess you'd call it. I needed a way to push them out on their quest and give them a reason to stay together. The first five chapters about are probably the ones that need to be rewritten the most. If you have a better way, send it to me. I'll probably do something special for you. Okay, thanks once again to my previous reviewers, Mia1218 and ratqueen, as well as my new one Your Brother. I hope to hear from all of you again as well as new ones as well.