I awoke , spewing blood, in agonizing pain. I pulled at my tight silver collar, gasping for breath that would not come.
To my side, Veera struggled to sit upright, her ankle clearly broken. A large bruise swelling on her cheek, and blood made her lustrous dark brown hair glisten in the dim light.
My master Baal held me in his arms, in obvious pain himself. I could see his eyes blazing with a golden light, and a scowl upon his face. I could always tell when he was furious, my heart fluttered at the realization this was anger was due to my mistreatment.
He gently handed me off to Veera, and rose unsteadily to his feet. I could see him the magical energy he summoned race Down his arm and set the sunblade he wielded ablaze. He played at being a warrior, but I knew better.
The last moments before losing consciousness had been a blur, but I remember one of the wyverns grab me and throw me from the ledge to the cavern floor where I lay now. A large stain of blood dribbled Down the cavern wall into a pool on the rough stone floor. Above us in the air, was another wyvern, dead… held aloft by four gargoyles dragging it ponderously through the air to the healing pool and draconic shrine some one hundred from myself.
I’m sure the blood stains are all that remains of one of the wyvern after whirlon slew it with his accursed blade. Anything brought down by it always dissolved into blood.
Above me, I glimpsed ohimlin standing upon my masters magic carpet, where I stood only moments before plunging to the depths below, loosing arrows relentlessly into the gargoyles, trying to Down them before they returned their cruel master to life inside the pool.
Krom clung to the wall below the ledge like some sort of spider, braced himself and kicked off, flyingthrough thr air, cleaving one of the gargoyles in half,
My master Baal crouched Down and jumped from the ground impossibly high in the air, launching himself into another gargoyle, the blazing blade seemingly electrified with his magic ripped through another, it’s wounds searing shut before any blood could Spray from a now wingless stump.
But suddenly a shadow eclipsed me as a the massive winged form of whirlon soared over Veera and I, to land upon the back of the wyvern, ripping it from the scaly grasp of the gargoyles. And splitting the skull of another gargoyle.
The ensuing blood bath was brutal efficient , and utterly hopeless for the defenders as my companions ripped them to pieces.
It had been a tough day, I was surprised by their sudden flurry of destruction , first with a massive wyvern nearly killing my beloved master outside, and shortly after these other smaller children poisoning krom and flinging him from a ledge , in a fate not dissimilar to my own earlier in the day.
Master Baal had expended much of his magic and alchemical supplies curing the poisons coursing through all our veins and the devastating stab wounds from their stingers and claws.
The last of his healing lay in a wineskin, expended besides Veera. Clearly both she and Baal had jumped over he ledge to heal me before my soul left my body to die.
I’m now certain this was the large wyverns lair, with these others her children. Nestled behind a beautiful waterfall, this nest was seemingly the home of some other more sophisticated dragon, unless these primitive wyverns had somehow grown opposable thumbs and the brain to sculpt and write.
Earlier in the day, we had traveled down the valley, avoiding the jungle, heading towards the water fall when a massive wyvern glided silently behind us, it had attempted to skewer krom first, but upon Baal sending an arcing magical blast into the sky in an attempt to bring him down, the beast instead focused on him, skewering him and injecting a deadly poison into his system. Only an expert shot by Ohimlin into its eye saves his life. Shortly after Krom bellowed and lept upon his back severing his tendons and preventing any retaliation.
Now, we lay broken upon the floor over a massive cavern, a massive sculpture of a dragon snarling menacingly above us, and below it a glistening blue water pool.
When we first entered the chamber fifty feet above, the two surviving wyverns waded in the water, their wounds nearly healed.
A heap of glistening treasure lay at the bottom of the pool. Ohimlin quickly waded into the pool , intent upon using the dragon kins pool for himself and his flesh began to quickly rot away. He happily swam deeper , seemingly unaware of his predicament, until Baal jump in and blinked out of the pool with his now horribly scarred brother.
As Ohimlin soon came to the realization his flesh had rotted away, his screams filled the ominous chamber. Now he too weighed on the ground. Only kroms healing aura keeping alive, furiously knitting together molten flesh as it sloughed off.
Baal carefully approached the pool , confident his servant krom would tend to his brother. He dipped his finger in the substance, disgusted by it, pondering why Ohimlin would recklessly wade so deep into the toxic liquid.
Eventually he declared it to be safe for dragonkin and convinced whirlon to enter the pool and retrieve the horde.
In the bottom of the pool, he found a small cache of hidden wands, in addition to the other assorted items resting carefully preserved in the water .
Over the next few days as we healed and identified the magical dwemers on the treasure and the nature of the pool, we explored the rest of the cave system.
It would appear this place was once the study of a far larger dragon, who scribed several lineages upon gigantic stone tablets numbering near a thousand.
Sadly these tablets were too large to be easily handled, and we were pressed for time.
Fortunately they had been here for eons. They weren’t going anywhere.
Baal and Ohimlins parents were not here, nor did we find any indication of their presence.
Deeper we must press into the valley for our answers.