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15
Oct

Drago @ Westkeep’s Levee Docks – first visit (narrative)

   Posted by: Gar Dragonsbreath

Fireseek 23

NOTE: This was an open conversation upon the Javan Queen.

The Javan Queen finally arrives at the docks of Westkeep in the mid-afternoon. They could smell Westkeep long before seeing the levee-docks of the warehouse district. The next thing after the god-awful smell was the raucous cacophony of noise – at first a murmur at the edge of hearing then building to a loud buzzing like being inside a mill. Turning the final bend of the meandering river the levee-docks of the warehouse district came into view.

A dozen small riverboats are docked and in various stages of loading and unloading. Stevedores swarm everywhere, carrying cargo up and down the ramps leading from the levee-docks down to the warehouse lined thoroughfare called the Riverway or else loading or unloading larger crates onto large wooden cranes. Shouting and whip cracking rises above the noise as masters and supervisors drive the predominantly Olman workers to new levels of toil to speed up the work. Here and there atop the levee-docks can be seen groups of Cuthbertian militia wearing crumpled hats and white tabards emblazoned with the ruby starburst of St. Cuthbert. In their belts or held menacingly at their sides are the clubs they use to preserve order. They seem to be watching over everyone and checking all the incoming cargo.

The Javan Queen is poled alongside the central wharf extending out from the levee-docks. Two of the crew jumps ashore and begin securing the bow and stern lines. A Cuthbertian patrol hails Captain Olman and they begin walking down the wharf.

Uglash says to Varkgrub and Drago, “You two had better stay below for now until Captain Olman and Sir Ragnbjorn have talked to the dock inspectors.”

“Varkgrub, this isn’t quite the city we left. It might be better if you did stay below for now.” Father Wat grimaces at the Cuthbertian patrol and says to Varkgrub, “It is not entirely clear I can get us both safely to my brethren just this second. But soon…”

Drago is torn. His senses are assaulted by his first glimmers of Westkeep. He looks from Newt to Uglash to Wat, finally grunts his agreement and silently follows Varkgrub below deck, but looking over his shoulder at Newt.

“What?” Newt says, realizing what that look may mean. “I’ll be okay. And besides, I told you, you’re not bound to me.”

Group chatter and warnings from Indranil follow, finishing with, “Rain, Adelina must never leave your sight and she is not to leave the palace under any circumstances without permission from the Prince, Sir Ragnbjorn, Sir Fingol, Sir Lorindel or myself. He looks directly at Rain and asks, “Is that clear? It is a shame Drago cannot join us, his added protection would be valuable.”

At that moment, Drago comes up into the deckhouse and from inside he calls to the others in Draconic, “I don’t want to be left behind where I cannot protect Newt. I have found camouflage.” With that, he pulls the hood over his snout, tucks in his tail and steps onto the deck, covered from head to feet in a long cape. “I hope you don’t mind if I borrow this, Uglash,” he adds in Common to the tall half-orc.

Uglash, who has come back aboard with Captain Olnut after speaking with the Cuthbertians, snorts and says, “Be my guest.”

Captain Olnut says to Ragnbjorn, Indranil, Fingol, and the others, “You’re all cleared. They understand that you are the King’s Rangers coming back from a mission for the Prince.”

Indranil looks at Rangbjorn and nods his acceptance of Drago joining them. After all the Malarat are now allies and he likes the idea of Newt having a second body guard.

Newt just sighs again, but much more quietly this time. Her face shows classic teen ‘But I’m an adult! I can take care of myself’ emotions. But she doesn’t make a fuss. Besides, the big city has too much to see for her to be troubled with trifles like bodyguards.

Ragnbjorn smiles and rubs his jaw thoughtfully, “I suppose that will do. Okay then Drago, you help Rain guard Newt. I am sure that the Prince will also be happy to meet one of Chief Rahk’s fine warriors.”

“Thank you, Sir Ragnbjorn, best friend of the Malarat,” hisses Drago in Draconic.

NOTE: While this was a private encounter, nothing new is revealed here.

Fireseek 21

Chief Rahk motions to Drago to follow him. Together they approach Ragnbjorn. In Draconic Chief Rahk says, “Sir Ragnbjorn, I would like to speak with you in private.”

“Certainly Chief Rahk,” Ragnbjorn responds in Draconic. “In fact, I wished to speak to you about the disposition of the spoils.”

Chief Rahk shakes his head, “That is no concern of mine. We have the mound and have revenged ourselves upon our enemies. We shall take their weapons, but not their armor. You are welcome to the coins and other items. After all, we have no stores. What would we buy with it? No, I must talk to you about another matter.”

Ragnbjorn nods and the three of them walk up the riverbank away from the others, their path lit only by the moons and the stars.

Chief Rahk indicates Drago and says, “This warrior is Drago. He is courageous and honorable, but he has long wished to see the world beyond our nests and hunting grounds. Also, his life was saved by that child that you call Newt. He owes his life and very soul to her and would continue as her protector. In addition, I would like him to guide you through the marshes to this lost city you seek as a representative of the Malarat tribe. He does not himself know the way to this city, but he certainly knows the marshes better than any human possibly could. Also, if you run into other lizardfolk, he may be able to negotiate safe passage for you. Will you do me the honor of taking him with you?”

Ragnbjorn considers this. “It is certainly a reasonable request. Yes, I think it might be good to have one of your warriors with us. Drago, you are welcome to join us, though I must caution you to cloak yourself when we get back to Westkeep. Things are a little tense there, and outside the palace I cannot guarantee your safety. Inside the palace I am sure that Prince Prospero will see that you are made comfortable until the expedition to find Thracia embarks. I will introduce you to Sir Fingol, the Marinus brothers, and Sgt. Apone and let them know you will be joining us. Then we will find a place for you on the boat. You should probably stay on the boat tonight as we will be leaving first light.”

Drago remains quiet during the conversation, looking from one to another. After Sir Ragnbjorn’s agreement, Drago bows deeply and then butchers his Keolandish, “Thank you, milord, for allowing me to serve you.”

10
Oct

Drago Joins the Humans (narrative)

   Posted by: Gar Dragonsbreath

NOTE: This was a public conversation.

That night Chief Rahk and the Malarat warriors host a farewell feast for Ragnbjorn, Fingol, the Marinus brothers, the Guard and the captain and crew of the Javan Queen.

At a certain point, though, Chief Rahk and the lizardfolk named Drago (the one who had been teaching Draconic to Newt and Rain) and Ragnbjorn all take their leave and walk off.

Rain spends her time with the squad, mostly in a melancholy mood. At some point during the feast, she will find Lt. Ahsk and Lt. Raz saying to each in common, “It has been an honor fighing with the Malarat warriors”, then in Draconic, “Goodbye and until we meet again.”

Newt is back to her cheerful self not long after her interview with Sir Ragnbjorn. At the feast Newt makes general conversation, mostly with the other commoners. She is the quintessential social butterfly, happily moving from person to person, enjoying the company of each.

Later in the evening, Newt asks Hex, “So, Guardsman Hex, will you teach me to play Three Dragon Ante?”

“Certainly, I’d be happy to,” Hex says. I could show you a few things now. He breaks out his pack and begins acquainting Newt with how the game works.

Aramek is just happy to be with his friends. He knows difficult times lie ahead but for now, he just wants to enjoy what there is to enjoy.

Gar seems relaxed but is still keeping to himself. He watches everyone and tries to have a good time. He hangs out by Rain and Newt. However, since he’s not talking, he’s probably drinking more than the others, trying to kill the dull ache at the center of his soul.

Indranil partakes of the feast but not the drink. He appears distracted and periodically gets up to walk the perimeter and speak to the guards. At times he actually walks into the river and stands still listening and feeling. Later on in the evening, he whispers to Fingol and Lorindel concerning his anxiety and asks them to be alert.

Fingol says, “I am already anxious enough, thank you.”

Fingol is also suspicious of why Chief Rahk, Ragnbjorn, and Drago have skulked off. Although the time when Ragnbjorn is gone, is the time when Fingol is most at ease all evening. He eats and drinks lightly, but spends time with Lt. Ahsk and Lt. Raz making an effort to make the most of the evening. He makes jokes about falling in the quicksand and any other embarrassing moments.

Lorindel gives Indranil a reassuring clasp on the shoulder. Unlike his brother, for the first time in a long while, Lorindel is finally at ease. He eats his fill and enjoys a few tankards. He then walks over to Adelina and her bodyguard.

“I’m glad she’s on our side,” he says to Rain. “Adelina, stay close to this one,” instructs Lorindel while motioning with his head towards the guard. “We need to keep you safe.”

Newt replies, “Yes, my lord. For my part, I too am glad to be on your side. Rain, did you hear how many Sir Lorindel alone slew in the mound? And I would never want to be on the wrong end of Guardsman Rain’s blades!” She lifts her tankard in a toast to the two of them, and then goes to refill it.

Rain sees Chief Rahk returning to the feast with Drago at his side. She quickly takes her chance to intercept them to say, “Chief Rahk, it has been an honor to fight with a great warrior such as yourself. I am pleased to know that I can call you ally,” and then in Draconic “Goodbye until we meet again”.

Then she turns to Drago and attempt to say in Draconic, “I want to thank you for teaching me Draconic, it made the walk back here go that much quicker. Farewell to you and I hope we see each other again in
the future.”
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Chief Rahk responds in Draconic, “Actually, Drago will be joining you. He is to be the representative of the Malarat on your expedition to find the lost city of Thracia. He is also honor bound to protect you, Newt, with his life because you saved his back at the shrine of Thanatos.”

Rain responds in Draconic, having not managed to insult any of the Malarat yet “This is good news, I for one will be very happy to have him join the expedition. I am not sure of my orders yet, but also hope to be included.”

Newt chokes on her drink and stutters as she says “Wait… Hon…honor-bound?” She waves her hand as if to ward off Drago. “That won’t be necessary. Truly! I was glad to help. You are not bound to me. Truly you are not!”

Drago appears to smile at Newt, but otherwise remains silent.

Elsewhere, Ragnbjorn rounds up Fingol and the Marinus brothers and likewise informs them of the addition of Drago. “He’s over there with Chief Rahk, Newt and the others if you wish to talk with him.”

Lorindel welcomes Drago into the party.

Fingol brightens up upon hearing Chief Rahk’s news, “That is excellent!” he exclaims in Draconic. He then hustles over to Drago, (again in Draconic) “I hear you are to be a part of our expedition. I am sure you will be be a great help (glancing over to his father) to whomever is chosen to go.”

Completely unsure why, but after Fingol’s comment Rain playfully nudges him hip to hip. Afterward she clearly realizes she has made a number of protocol breeches, flushes red and moves into the back of the crowd.

“Thank you,” hisses Drago’s response, with his body in a submissive posture.

Gar smiles at Drago and his welcome announcement, but otherwise continues to keep to himself.

4
Oct

Message – Drago’s First Spell (narrative)

   Posted by: Gar Dragonsbreath

DISCLAIMER: While this was a private encounter between Drago and Newt, there is nothing secret revealed here.

Fireseek 21: an Afternoon Swim

While Drago is swimming with the other lizardfolk in the Javan River across from the ruins of Cypress Hill where Newt was discovered, he looks over to the boat about 90 yards away and sees the girl. His body shivers briefly in the water of his memory of the wight Relikez as he thinks, “You saved me.”

Astonishingly, Newt then doffs the necessary clothing and jumps in to dog paddle over to Drago.

When close, she speaks softly in Draconic to Drago, “I am glad I could help you. We must help each other if we are to be true allies and friends. But tell me, how did you speak to me from afar a moment ago?”

There are no others within hearing distance.

Drago blinks, “I did what? I was only just thinking about you….”

Newt says to Drago, “What? But… I don’t understand. Well the last few days have been full of strange events. Why should this one be different? Anyway, I am indeed glad I could help.”

With that she swims back and joins the others, keeping to the shallower water.

Drago does not have time to respond before Newt swims away. As she goes he thinks, “Oh do swim safe, my little primate. I’ll watch over you.” He trails not far behind her, deciding to go back to the boat too.

This time no message is sent, at least as far as Drago knows or could barely conceive. The power is still uncontrolled,  unaware and sporadic.

Unfortunately, Newt finds that the swimming has worn her out more than expected. She realizes she swam out further than she should have and she didn’t take account of the current. It is all she can do to make it back to shore.

Thankful to be on land again, she walks quietly back upstream to the boat, embarrassed by her inability to swim effectively. There, she rinses again in the river then climbs aboard (on the side closest to shore) to get dressed.

Shortly thereafter Drago, who has been following Newt from a short distance, also gets out of the water and begins to climb aboard after her, but he is intercepted by Chief Rahk. “Come, Drago, I wish to speak with you.”

“Yes, Chief Rahk, I was just thinking about speaking with you as well. Thank you,” Drago hisses with an appropriate submissive posture. “How can I help you?” Continued

30
Sep

Dragon Magick (PRIVATE)

   Posted by: Gar Dragonsbreath

WARNING, WARNING, WARNING! The source of Drago’s magick is revealed herein. Do not continue reading if you do not want to know! Leave now!

The lizard man Drago is awakening to the draconic powers of Kopep.

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Drago’s Drakonik Kantrips

Drago’s Dragon Powers




Fireseek 21, Common Year 591 – Drakonik Revelations
As Drago follows Newt ashore he is intercepted by Chief Rahk. “Come, Drago, I wish to speak with you.”

“Yes, Chief Rahk, I was just thinking about speaking with you as well. Thank you,” Drago hisses with an appropriate submissive posture. “How can I help you?”

Chief Rahk takes Drago far away from the Javan Queen, to the other side of the ruins of Cypress Hill. He signals several warriors to take up guard position to ensure that they are not disturbed. Then, when he is certain no humans are about he turns to Drago and begins speaking in Draconic.

“Drago, I know that since you were a hatchling you have been restless. You have long felt the need to see what lies beyond our nests and hunting grounds. No, you need not deny it. We elders have long observed this and there is no shame in it, for we also know why you feel it. I will explain why in a moment.

“Now I need someone to go with these ape children for a time. They are valorous. Sir Ragnbjorn and his son and comrades at least have shown themselves to be trustworthy and steadfast allies. We need such allies for I fear that there are many more Deathwalkers out there – perhaps in this lost city of Thracia. And of course the Scarlet Brotherhood may return as well.

“Now you must understand Drago,” continues Chief Rahk, “That this is not an exile but a mission of great importance that I wish to give you. I want you to be our representative among the humans. I want you to go with them, help them find this lost city and learn all you can about what is going on out there. There is no shame in this. You are being sent away only for a time for the good of the tribe. But perhaps this is what you wanted isn’t it? This is your chance to go among them and see a bigger world. So go then with our blessing and for the good of the tribe. Learn all you can and do what you must to help them as long as it does not harm our tribe. Then return to us and we shall discuss all that you have seen and heard, and all that you and they have done.

“Now, before you say whether you will accept this or not, I wish to tell you something more. You may know that many shamans and acolytes and even sorcerers have come from your line, but only the elders know why this is. It was more than just the heroism of that hatchling Newt that saved you. I believe it was more than just luck that you were spared the fate of your comrade Vesk. I think it was the destiny that lies within your blood. For know this, Drago, in ages past our tribe was visited by a strange copper scaled warrior. Kopep was the name he gave us. Kopep stayed with us for a time and helped our tribe during a time of great need. He married, raised hatchlings, and yet never seemed to age. Then one day, he left us. From that time on his descendants have shown themselves to be possessed of a great affinity for magic, and many times their scales have turned copper as they have grown into their power. I believe the same may be happening to you. You have not seen it, but since the battle several of the scales on your back have turned from green to copper. It is the belief of the elders that this Kopep was in fact a dragon. He was perhaps a copper dragon, perhaps from the Tors or the Little Hills. It may be that your wanderlust and the changes that you may soon be undergoing are his legacy. The elders know from past experience with others of your line, as told in our secret tales that you will need time away from the routines of the tribe to explore the world and the power of your bloodline before you will be ready to settle down with us again and contribute your strength to the good of the tribe. So this is another reason why we wish to send you with the ape children.

“Now, Drago, will you leave our tribe for the good of the tribe? Will you undertake this mission and go with these ape children for a time?”

Drago is speechless for a moment at this revelation. He doesn’t know what to say. Then he finds his tongue as he bows deep, “It would be my honor, Chief Rahk, to serve the tribe in this way. I think the magic in my blood is beginning to come forth as well. The hatchling Newt just told me that I sent her a message from a distance, but I know not how I did so.”

Chief Rahk nods, “Ah, so it has already begun. I thank you for accepting this mission. The Malarat thank you. I will inform Sir Ragnbjorn and Sir Fingol that we wish you to join any expedition to this lost city that they seek.”