In which our heroine Amithralia resumes her tale a little more calmly
So, we left the tunnel under the mountain and started making our way to the town of Shaskin, where we are to meet someone. We were told his name is Fred, but we were also told that he is an elf, so I suspect this is not really his name. Not that these idiotic humans would notice that it is an odd name for an Iylar to have.
But I digress, and allow the stupidity of my companions to distract me again.
We emerged to find a road. Somewhat disused, as merchants do not use the underground path any more, but serviceable. We were about 30 miles from the closest town, called New Swink (very imaginative around these parts as you can see).
We travelled until it was dark, and then set up camp near a lake. Tremorian decided at this time to sing very loudly, and it was so bad that it was not just Eldith who was cringing in pain. We all suffered.
I suffered more than most, as I drew first watch, and the noise had disturbed some giant bats. Which chose to attack me in apparent retaliation. A painful incident I will now try to forget.
The next morning we travelled to New Swink. It was populated by settlers from the Rhakhaanese invasion of Tanara, thus the name correlating to the town located in a similar position on the other side of the mountain. We were able to find an inn for the evening, and Eldith entertained us all with some of his songs.
And now, the problem part:
Once again we set off in the morning, having received directions to Shaskhan, which is basically a small city, and much bigger than New Swink.
As we neared the city, we were met by an unusual spectacle: a very large lizard, about 8 feet long, sitting across the road. We stopped, and waited to see if it would attack us. However, after a few moments, it screeched, and then scurried off. The lizard had a set of wings, but did not use them in any way to move away from us.
At this point, Thymhe started proclaiming that we had seen a *dragon*, and that it ‘spoke’ to Tremorian, proof that he is the future king (of where, he is yet to disclose). Then for the rest of the day, Thymhe and Eldith started composing songs about how ‘the dragon looked at the king’ and so on.
The Tremorian started saying that we had met a dragon and it spoke to him. Even shoving toffee in his mouth could not stop the flow of idiocy.
In vain I tried to point out that these are in fact *Shaskha Lizards*, there are dozens, if not hundreds of them around, and in fact the damn city had been named after them because they are so prevalent.
NOTHING AT ALL LIKE A REAL DRAGON! WHICH ARE EXTINCT, BUT EVEN IF THEY WERE NOT THEY WOULD NOT BE ‘TALKING’ TO TREMORIAN SO MUCH AS EATING OR ENSLAVING HIM.
But my words fell on deaf ears. Thymhe and Eldith kept encouraging this monumental idiocy. The words of the locals could not change Tremorian’s mind. The stubborn mindedness and low intelligence of these people - the Dyari included - has reminded me why my kind generally do not slum to travel with them. Not to mention poor personal hygiene, which is becoming a serious issue.
Anyway, now - on top of the Gryphon nonsense, and these mythical Narsaelkin swords - I have to ensure that word of Tremorian’s ‘encounter’ with the ‘dragon’ does not spread. I hate to think what a Loremaster or those at Gryphon College would say if they heard me spreading this dross. Not to mention the potential for causing panic amongst other weak minded humans. I need to suppress all talk of dragon encounters as quickly as possible.
And holy Reann - what would my family say if they knew what I had sunk to?
I have had enough of these morons for today. Perhaps if I meditate in my room for a while I will be calmer and less enraged in the morning.
But I digress, and allow the stupidity of my companions to distract me again.
We emerged to find a road. Somewhat disused, as merchants do not use the underground path any more, but serviceable. We were about 30 miles from the closest town, called New Swink (very imaginative around these parts as you can see).
We travelled until it was dark, and then set up camp near a lake. Tremorian decided at this time to sing very loudly, and it was so bad that it was not just Eldith who was cringing in pain. We all suffered.
I suffered more than most, as I drew first watch, and the noise had disturbed some giant bats. Which chose to attack me in apparent retaliation. A painful incident I will now try to forget.
The next morning we travelled to New Swink. It was populated by settlers from the Rhakhaanese invasion of Tanara, thus the name correlating to the town located in a similar position on the other side of the mountain. We were able to find an inn for the evening, and Eldith entertained us all with some of his songs.
And now, the problem part:
Once again we set off in the morning, having received directions to Shaskhan, which is basically a small city, and much bigger than New Swink.
As we neared the city, we were met by an unusual spectacle: a very large lizard, about 8 feet long, sitting across the road. We stopped, and waited to see if it would attack us. However, after a few moments, it screeched, and then scurried off. The lizard had a set of wings, but did not use them in any way to move away from us.
At this point, Thymhe started proclaiming that we had seen a *dragon*, and that it ‘spoke’ to Tremorian, proof that he is the future king (of where, he is yet to disclose). Then for the rest of the day, Thymhe and Eldith started composing songs about how ‘the dragon looked at the king’ and so on.
The Tremorian started saying that we had met a dragon and it spoke to him. Even shoving toffee in his mouth could not stop the flow of idiocy.
In vain I tried to point out that these are in fact *Shaskha Lizards*, there are dozens, if not hundreds of them around, and in fact the damn city had been named after them because they are so prevalent.
NOTHING AT ALL LIKE A REAL DRAGON! WHICH ARE EXTINCT, BUT EVEN IF THEY WERE NOT THEY WOULD NOT BE ‘TALKING’ TO TREMORIAN SO MUCH AS EATING OR ENSLAVING HIM.
But my words fell on deaf ears. Thymhe and Eldith kept encouraging this monumental idiocy. The words of the locals could not change Tremorian’s mind. The stubborn mindedness and low intelligence of these people - the Dyari included - has reminded me why my kind generally do not slum to travel with them. Not to mention poor personal hygiene, which is becoming a serious issue.
Anyway, now - on top of the Gryphon nonsense, and these mythical Narsaelkin swords - I have to ensure that word of Tremorian’s ‘encounter’ with the ‘dragon’ does not spread. I hate to think what a Loremaster or those at Gryphon College would say if they heard me spreading this dross. Not to mention the potential for causing panic amongst other weak minded humans. I need to suppress all talk of dragon encounters as quickly as possible.
And holy Reann - what would my family say if they knew what I had sunk to?
I have had enough of these morons for today. Perhaps if I meditate in my room for a while I will be calmer and less enraged in the morning.