Tyranny of Dragons

Did I tell you blue is my color?

Why Lymric should have new boots already

The rest I spoke of in my last writings did not last long. The blue dragon circling the keep decided that yesterday would be the day that he launched another attack. What the giant, flying lizard did not know was that I hate to be disturbed while resting. When Nighthill, the commander of the Keep in Greenest, called the group to defend the keep, let us just say that I was quite perturbed. Once we got to the top of the keep, the dragon was circling and looking menacingly like most dragons do; causing many of the defenders, including Nighthill, to cower in fear. Yet, surprisingly, a few rose to defend themselves and shot arrows and threw javelins at the beast. The group joined in by taking strategic positions (you will notice dear reader that our group thinks well before acting….well, at least in this instance) and joined the attack. While the others in the group decided what to do, Malevoiy, my brother, quickly launched magic at the vile beast. I, still quite pissed, calmed my nerves like any veteran warrior and let loose an arrow that stuck true. The beast, now feeling fear himself of the Kaine brothers, decided to leave and fight another day. Wise choice considering the inferior intelligence of the creature. With victory in hand, we returned to our rest.
Our rest was interrupted again by the approach of a large group of enemy led by a blue dragonborn. The dragonborn issued a challenge to Nighthill: to send forth a hero to face him in honorable combat or he would slay the villagers that he had taken hostage. Since surely Nighthill or the Dwarf guardian would not step forward, it fell to us heroes. I quickly volunteered since I was the best chance we had to defeat the dragonborn. Well, maybe my brother, but he is still new to this adventuring life. While I, on the other hand, had lived many days on the streets of Waterdeep with only my wits and courage. For a party that had shown such a great sense of strategy for combat, the group, after excessive deliberations, decided to send Gustavus, our dwarven soldier, to face the dragonborn. Boy, was that a mistake. Do not get me wrong, Gustavus is a brave dwarf with some skill, but he is still a warrior in progress. When Gustavus took the field, he quickly tripped and missed wildly with his axe, took a lightning bolt to the face, promptly missed again, and then was stuck down to the ground with a massive blow from the dragonborn. I had to cry in order not to laugh. Barragneis, our cleric, rushed to his side and healed the young dwarf so that he would not die. The dragonborn, after freeing the villagers, left with his large army. I hope that I will see him again in the near future, for I will kill him and make some nice new boots from his skin. Blue is my color.
After the dragonborn and his army left, a young man appeared and asked us to help look for his mentor, Leosin. Leosin was the monk that saved my brother’s life, and at the mention of his name, I knew what we had to do even if it meant leaving the group that we had become quite acquainted with over the last few days. Fortunately, the young man told us that Leosin had predicted the rise of this new draconian enemy and set out on his own to find out more about them. The young man feared that Leosin was either captured or killed by this dragon-led army. Before the young mans arrival, Nighthill had just finished commissioning us to go after the dragonborn and his vile army, therefore my brother and I could stay with the group and work both missions.
I forgot to mention that we were joined by an elven ranger fresh from one of the local armies. Varis is his name. Do not know much about him other than he seems skilled in the bow and has more elven blood in his veins than me.
After resupplying, we left the next day to track the army. Since the army was large and carrying loot from their raid on Greenest, they were not hard to track. We came upon a small campsite in a cave between two plateaus. The young ranger, my brother, the druid, Terra, and I approached the camp in silence and shadows. The ranger and I let loose arrows (mine striking true again) surprising the enemy. The dwarves joined us and the battle ensued. With very limited wounds on our side because of the superior display of markmanship on my part and a handy display of magic from the druid, we quickly dispatched the acolytes and their kobold companions. Why the party decided not to let me kill that arrogant, walking pair of blue boots, dragonborn is still a mystery that is hard to wrap around one’s head….even a handsome and intelligent head like mine. Gustavus did manage to subdue one of the acolytes and gather some knowledge from him. Instead of removing the acolytes head like the first one we captured, they decided to strip him naked and send him on his way. Frankly, I could care either way.
Now we sit in this cave to rest before setting out again. I hope that we will find Leosin and this huge army in the next few days. I could really use some new boots. Did I tell you blue is my color?



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