I would hope so.
I think we(me and Awesomo) oughta let you guys catch up, chronologically speaking.
I think we(me and Awesomo) oughta let you guys catch up, chronologically speaking.
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@Awesomoman64 I figure Demund meets Alph on his way to investigate the smoke, after seeing to his own family and provisions.
They were at the bridge when they were finally able to see the smoke through the trees. A single black column, obviously not from any chimney, not even the forge.
"Dem," he said no more, but pointed to the smoke. The two set off at a run to get home. As they got closer they could smell the smoke. It almost smelled like cooking meat, but Alph recognized the wreak of burning clothes and hair as well, and knew better. There was nobody outside as they made their way between the buildings, but Alph could see eyes peeking from behind shutters.
"Get your things," Alph told Dem quietly, "And ask your father what's going on."
Alph for one, went to his grandfather's brewery and walked in the door, calling out to him as he opened it. The old man walked out from around a corner, holding Alph's sword in a defensive manner.
"What happened?" Alph asked.
The old man hesitated, but picked up the scabbard from the table nearby and sheathed the old chipped blade. "I'm not sure," he answered, licking his dry lips. "I didn't see. Just heard the shouts, saw people running for their homes."
"Yeah," Alph took the sheathed sword out of his hands gently but firmly. "I saw that everyone was holed up, but I didn't see why. Listen," he looked sideways at his grandfather as he started packing his saddle bag, just some food and spare clothes, and what was left of his coinpurse. "I don't want to leave you here after whatever this was, but I have to go, I really do."
His grandfather nodded in understanding. They embraced quickly, and Alph walked back out the door, to move around to the stables and get his horse. Once she was saddled, he walked in the direction of the smoke, meaning to see it for himself.
"Dem," he said no more, but pointed to the smoke. The two set off at a run to get home. As they got closer they could smell the smoke. It almost smelled like cooking meat, but Alph recognized the wreak of burning clothes and hair as well, and knew better. There was nobody outside as they made their way between the buildings, but Alph could see eyes peeking from behind shutters.
"Get your things," Alph told Dem quietly, "And ask your father what's going on."
Alph for one, went to his grandfather's brewery and walked in the door, calling out to him as he opened it. The old man walked out from around a corner, holding Alph's sword in a defensive manner.
"What happened?" Alph asked.
The old man hesitated, but picked up the scabbard from the table nearby and sheathed the old chipped blade. "I'm not sure," he answered, licking his dry lips. "I didn't see. Just heard the shouts, saw people running for their homes."
"Yeah," Alph took the sheathed sword out of his hands gently but firmly. "I saw that everyone was holed up, but I didn't see why. Listen," he looked sideways at his grandfather as he started packing his saddle bag, just some food and spare clothes, and what was left of his coinpurse. "I don't want to leave you here after whatever this was, but I have to go, I really do."
His grandfather nodded in understanding. They embraced quickly, and Alph walked back out the door, to move around to the stables and get his horse. Once she was saddled, he walked in the direction of the smoke, meaning to see it for himself.
Yeah, what did she actually do? And what do the villagers think/how would the describe what she did? And are the villagers burning the bodies, or did she light them on fire? I think probably the latter, good ole brisingr, I imagine.
I'm sure. Should we just continue on our way and write things out with the knowledge we have? I think we need to know a little bit more about what's happened in the village.
Should you make a post detailing what they find, or maybe just tell us so we can include it? Dunno how you want to go about this.
Should you make a post detailing what they find, or maybe just tell us so we can include it? Dunno how you want to go about this.
I'll post tomorrow, if Gisk hasn't answered yet I'll just go with the assumption that Alph and De hit the road before Zy showed up. It makes things faster that way. :)
Then let's make things faster. And yeah, I was working under the assumption that they were going back the same way the came, so they'll miss the villain.
"Yeah," Alph said, reaching up and gently disentangling Ashwing from him. He hesitated a moment, but sensed she wouldn't like to be handed to someone and put her on the ground instead. "That sounds like a plan. I have a sword and a horse at home at the very least."
As he followed Demund up the stairs, he sent an experimental thought back toward the dragon.
Guard the other eggs.
He put a hand to his chest, but there was nothing to do about the bite and the blood. It was a small enough wound that he could explain it away pretty easily.
"C'mon, Dem, I'll let you repair my sword on the road!" The two of them went up the stairs and out of the hovel, to make their way down the hill and back toward the bridge to town.
As he followed Demund up the stairs, he sent an experimental thought back toward the dragon.
Guard the other eggs.
He put a hand to his chest, but there was nothing to do about the bite and the blood. It was a small enough wound that he could explain it away pretty easily.
"C'mon, Dem, I'll let you repair my sword on the road!" The two of them went up the stairs and out of the hovel, to make their way down the hill and back toward the bridge to town.
Yeah, but it's not night time. And our characters don't know it yet, but they don't have the luxury of waiting.
As to why we discuss this here: Just getting ahead of the game, literally.
As to why we discuss this here: Just getting ahead of the game, literally.
"Gren, show some respect for the dead, man." Alph was watching him, one hand up toward his shoulder, absentmindedly stroking the dragon's head. Ashwing. "Whoever that is, they put these eggs here. We owe them."
Four young men had entered the cabin, and four dragons had hatched. This was amazing, unprecedented. Alph knew some about the dragon riders of old from songs, though the Empire wasn't fond of hearing them. Dragons chose their riders. How likely was it that all four of them had been chosen? Perhaps the eggs had grown impatient. That body looked ancient, how long could a dragon's egg sit? There was a lot he didn't know.
But at least one thing he did know, a little too well. "You guys," he said, "We can't stay here. I mean, in Mashal. If the Empire finds out four new dragons hatched... They don't like it when I sing songs about the riders. I don't think they'll like four new ones."
Four young men had entered the cabin, and four dragons had hatched. This was amazing, unprecedented. Alph knew some about the dragon riders of old from songs, though the Empire wasn't fond of hearing them. Dragons chose their riders. How likely was it that all four of them had been chosen? Perhaps the eggs had grown impatient. That body looked ancient, how long could a dragon's egg sit? There was a lot he didn't know.
But at least one thing he did know, a little too well. "You guys," he said, "We can't stay here. I mean, in Mashal. If the Empire finds out four new dragons hatched... They don't like it when I sing songs about the riders. I don't think they'll like four new ones."
Shoot, I don't know how we go back without people knowing about our dragons. Do we hide them and leave them behind? Do we just walk right into town with our dragons slung over our shoulders? Bundle them under our cloaks?
Either way, Alph is going to want to return. He's got money, his sword and fiddle, and his horse that he'd like to grab. He didn't leave the house ready for travel.
Either way, Alph is going to want to return. He's got money, his sword and fiddle, and his horse that he'd like to grab. He didn't leave the house ready for travel.
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