Open Chronicles Dragons In Chains
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"Just don't take your time getting the the caravan," Jeriah warned. He switched back to a serious tone with remarkable ease.
"Guard aren't going to be happy about last night at all. Even if they don't recognise you they might recognise the armour."
"Well," he added, slipping back into an easy smile like a well-worn slipper. "I'd lend you a coat but your majestic height would not wear it well. William, would you mind seeing if Hera has perhaps fallen back into one of her...moments. I would quite like to run the plan past her."
Jeriah often spoke over Hera, but it was something of a defense mechanism. He always listened, always. Her abilities might not have always seemed well controlled but when she was in the right mood you had to sift through her words to find the priceless warnings and pieces of information.
"Guard aren't going to be happy about last night at all. Even if they don't recognise you they might recognise the armour."
"Well," he added, slipping back into an easy smile like a well-worn slipper. "I'd lend you a coat but your majestic height would not wear it well. William, would you mind seeing if Hera has perhaps fallen back into one of her...moments. I would quite like to run the plan past her."
Jeriah often spoke over Hera, but it was something of a defense mechanism. He always listened, always. Her abilities might not have always seemed well controlled but when she was in the right mood you had to sift through her words to find the priceless warnings and pieces of information.
Hera came clonking down steps then as if she had been called, and any other day they could have assumed divine intervention, but the way she held her temple suggested today was not that day.
She usually went on a bender after dipping into her powers too much. It was sometimes not even worth it to ask her to take it that far, when the line was crossed when had to be particularly keen to pick up the truths she tried to communicate. She didn't often like to go that far, just because of how nasty it was to come back.
Psychic hang over.
She squinted at the crew and sat down. She grunted at them, reaching for the remains of Jeremiah's plate and devouring that too.
She usually went on a bender after dipping into her powers too much. It was sometimes not even worth it to ask her to take it that far, when the line was crossed when had to be particularly keen to pick up the truths she tried to communicate. She didn't often like to go that far, just because of how nasty it was to come back.
Psychic hang over.
She squinted at the crew and sat down. She grunted at them, reaching for the remains of Jeremiah's plate and devouring that too.
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Speak of the devil and they shall appear.
Hera arrived down the stairs with ill grace. She didn't say much beyond a grunt, just seating herself and tearing into what was left on Jeriah's plate, anything to get back the energy she'd spent. Her talent was a curse and gift in equal measure.
"Just don't leave without us" he told the komodi though his words were hardly going to be much of a threat. "You owe us one, remember?"
Hera arrived down the stairs with ill grace. She didn't say much beyond a grunt, just seating herself and tearing into what was left on Jeriah's plate, anything to get back the energy she'd spent. Her talent was a curse and gift in equal measure.
"Just don't leave without us" he told the komodi though his words were hardly going to be much of a threat. "You owe us one, remember?"
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Jeriah was glad William had said it. Someone needed to, but now Jeriah got to play to shiny side of that coin.
"Come now William I'm sure she has enough..."
He looked down at the carcass remains, seemingly regretting his choice of words.
"...manners not to abandon us. Besides, there is plenty of coin in a certain fat baron's coffers that needs to be lifted."
Thackett waved for another plate of food, deciding that he was hungry enough for more but not of a mood to take his plate back from Hera.
"How are you feeling?" he whispered to Hera. "Want anything else?"
"Come now William I'm sure she has enough..."
He looked down at the carcass remains, seemingly regretting his choice of words.
"...manners not to abandon us. Besides, there is plenty of coin in a certain fat baron's coffers that needs to be lifted."
Thackett waved for another plate of food, deciding that he was hungry enough for more but not of a mood to take his plate back from Hera.
"How are you feeling?" he whispered to Hera. "Want anything else?"
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"Make it two" William said, signalling for his own bit of scran. He kept his eyes on the komodi until it was safely out of the inn.
"Are we a bit mad to be trusting that? I mean there's a reason they had it locked up. And there looked to be teeth marks on the prisoners in the cells!"
"Are we a bit mad to be trusting that? I mean there's a reason they had it locked up. And there looked to be teeth marks on the prisoners in the cells!"
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"Well then..." said Jeriah with a mouth full of bread. He waved the crust at the pile of chicken bones. "...we had best keep her well fed.
"Besides, this plan calls for muscle. That's a lot of muscle, wrapped up in scales and with fire breath on top."
Jeriah paused. He looked off to one side. "Wait, can they breathe fire or am I thinking of another species?"
"Besides, this plan calls for muscle. That's a lot of muscle, wrapped up in scales and with fire breath on top."
Jeriah paused. He looked off to one side. "Wait, can they breathe fire or am I thinking of another species?"
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"That's your solution?" came the answering hiss. Jeriah was acting like William had told him that there was a bit of drizzle outside or that tea might be delayed by ten minutes.
"A lot of muscle needed to be kept pointed in the right direction" he grumbled. He rolled his eyes and put his head in his hands "Oh gods, you're not even sure. I mean what do we even know about komodi?"
"A lot of muscle needed to be kept pointed in the right direction" he grumbled. He rolled his eyes and put his head in his hands "Oh gods, you're not even sure. I mean what do we even know about komodi?"
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"Tough as nails and I'm fairly certain they breathe fire. That's about all we need to know about our newest member," Thackett declared. There was a little more more. When he had been learning to read - or being taught to read and study fastidiously - he had come across a book on them.
Now, many years later he reflected that the drawings hadn't been particularly accurate which brought the rest of its contents into question. It was long enough go that neither its statements, nor his memory of them could be entirely trusted.
One thing he did know was that they had no love for humans. He decided not to tell William this. The man had a predilection towards belly aching and Thackett wasn't in the mood for it today.
"Not difficult to find at least," Jeriah mused as he meandered down from the city gates. The caravan was getting packed up to leave. They were a colourful species. Their caravan was not decked out in drab colours either.
"Can anyone see Melfa?"
Whilst he trusted his wit and his tongue to get through most situations there was nothing to be gained here if she had left by a different route. The members of the caravan wouldn't take kindly to a trio of humans asking, or even paying, if Melfa hadn't already spoken to them.
Now, many years later he reflected that the drawings hadn't been particularly accurate which brought the rest of its contents into question. It was long enough go that neither its statements, nor his memory of them could be entirely trusted.
One thing he did know was that they had no love for humans. He decided not to tell William this. The man had a predilection towards belly aching and Thackett wasn't in the mood for it today.
"Not difficult to find at least," Jeriah mused as he meandered down from the city gates. The caravan was getting packed up to leave. They were a colourful species. Their caravan was not decked out in drab colours either.
"Can anyone see Melfa?"
Whilst he trusted his wit and his tongue to get through most situations there was nothing to be gained here if she had left by a different route. The members of the caravan wouldn't take kindly to a trio of humans asking, or even paying, if Melfa hadn't already spoken to them.
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William's nose wrinkled. The smell had brought them right here. It was different enough to be noticeable to a human's senses. The caravan was a riot of colour and included several he couldn't even name.
He stared around at the komodi and shrugged at Jeriah's question. Some were shorter than him, some taller, scales were a different colour, horns a different shape. Beyond that, he hadn't a notion. "How are we meant to tell them all apart?"
The presence of the trio was already attracting attention, reptilian eyes staring at them unblinkingly. "I'm not sure I'm feeling up to asking them either"
He stared around at the komodi and shrugged at Jeriah's question. Some were shorter than him, some taller, scales were a different colour, horns a different shape. Beyond that, he hadn't a notion. "How are we meant to tell them all apart?"
The presence of the trio was already attracting attention, reptilian eyes staring at them unblinkingly. "I'm not sure I'm feeling up to asking them either"
Melfa was towards the front of the caravan, standing outside an ornately decorated and painted wagon-house speaking with a red-scaled, blue-haired, ram-horned komodo. Didn't take long to draw their attention along with the rest of the caravan - approximately 30 strong of all ages, sizes, colors, and horn varieties. Melfa offered a toothy sneer, tail slithering in a gesture towards the three. The red komodo gave them an appraising sort of look before nodding.
Melfa motioned for them to approach.
"Is Clan Leader," Melfa introduced the red one next to her, a female-oriented in appearance, "Nali."
Nali turned amber colored eyes across the three of them, a fair and pleasant expression.
"Nali agree to take hoomans," Melfa continued, "Hoomans work to pay."
Melfa motioned for them to approach.
"Is Clan Leader," Melfa introduced the red one next to her, a female-oriented in appearance, "Nali."
Nali turned amber colored eyes across the three of them, a fair and pleasant expression.
"Nali agree to take hoomans," Melfa continued, "Hoomans work to pay."
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This sounded like the kind of work that he couldn't just palm off on William. Once he had known hard work. It had been etched into his skin in lesson after lesson, his hands worn and calloused, his feet aching for those few hours he was off them.
"But of course we will," he replied in a soft tone, inclining his head. The clan leader immediately narrowed their eyes and regarding Jeriah with great suspicion.
"You help fix broken parts when we stop. Broken wheels, tack, other things," Jeriah was told firmly. The tone suggested that his smooth response had been rewarded with one of them most demanding tasks.
"But of course we will," he replied in a soft tone, inclining his head. The clan leader immediately narrowed their eyes and regarding Jeriah with great suspicion.
"You help fix broken parts when we stop. Broken wheels, tack, other things," Jeriah was told firmly. The tone suggested that his smooth response had been rewarded with one of them most demanding tasks.
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William opened his mouth to speak and then thought better of it. He'd not have fancied their odds against Melfa alone, never mind that there were over 30 komodi in view now. Discretion being the better part of valour, he kept his mouth firmly shut and just gave a nod.
It wasn't bloody fair. They'd saved the lizard from the headsman and now they were stuck singing for their supper. Just as well he didn't have many belongings or they'd probably get stolen too.
It wasn't bloody fair. They'd saved the lizard from the headsman and now they were stuck singing for their supper. Just as well he didn't have many belongings or they'd probably get stolen too.