A high, feverish voice like a forest fire filled his mind. Why hello there Tungolbyre, you can call me Adain if you wish. I can see that you’re wondering why I’m here and where I came from, so here’s the short version, as all the banshee activity has attracted a lot of attention, not all of it what we want. I, when I was much bigger than this puny form you see before you, was good friends with Cambria. When Britannia was taken, we all went to rescue her from Crowe and Mab and the Unseelie Court. Before that, I was one of the greatest creatures in the land! Feared by all! No one escaped my wrath! My flame could burn down entire cities! The thought process ended abruptly. Regardless, when we went to rescue Britannia, I was cursed, and now have the shape you see today. Well, it was better me than my Cambria. But yes, when Cambria was taken, I was tasked with keeping watch on his precious Albia from afar, and I could never live the embarrassment if anyone I knew saw me like this. And now, Albia is taken so I went to see Hibernia. Hibernia was particularly unhelpful, but pointed me in your direction, so I am here to help you get him back! And honestly, Tungolbyre, you need all the help you can get.
The missive ended here, and the little dragon flew up and landed quite heavily on Alfred’s shoulder. Alfred winced at the claws digging into his shoulder, but didn’t do anything about it. The dra– Adain – was right; he did need all the help he could get. He tried to shift a little so that the brunt of the dragon’s weight was more on the backpacking strap. No dice. Damn, it just made those nails sink in further! Alfred wondered how big a real dragon was. How sharp were those claws? Oh well… So do I just… Alfred thought.
Yes, just think to me, and I’ll hear it, now that I’ve been inside your mind. Adain answered shortly. Now, let’s get a move on, we need to get to a Gewind shortly before other unsavory characters discover us.
“Adain… says… that we should get a move on and find a Gewind. Can you give us anymore help?” Alfred asked, pausing and wincing again as the claws dug into his shoulder, healed, and then dug into the scar tissue again. There needed to be a better solution for this. Gah, if he had his real body, none of this would matter, because of course he could take it! He’d hardly notice the weight of the dragon, let alone the rest of his gear!
“Well, I’ve taken a bit of a liking to ya.” Aengus smiled fondly at them. “You do ‘ave your priorities straight, and you keep ‘old of your weapons, and I feel a bit sorry for you, truth be told. Not everyone can put up with a shrunken dragon that annoying.”
HEY! Adain seemed to mind shout, and both Aengus and Alfred winced as one. Aengus shot Alfred a glance of sympathy. I AM NOT ANNOYING! I AM UNDER A CURSE!
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Aengus mumbled a little bitterly, rubbing his ghostly head. “And so is everyone else in this god forsaken land.”
Well at least I didn’t kill the Queen of the Unseelie Court! Adain sniped.
“You killed the Queen?” Alfred asked, eager.
Aengus narrowed his eyes at Adain. “Midir explains it better than I.” Alfred opened his mouth to ask, but the ghost preempted his question smoothly. “That’s who we’re going to see. And you, keep your trap shut this time.” He said, glaring at Adain.
The dragon huffed. Cambria was about to win anyways. He just needed a bit of help!
Aengus rolled his eyes, and drifted down one of the passageways. To Alfred’s curious mind, which had lost all suspicion as soon as the two had started arguing, it seemed like Adain and Aengus knew each other from long ago. Alfred smiled widely and followed quickly, not wanted to lose a guide now that he had one. If this ghost guy had already killed Queen Mab, then perhaps he wouldn’t need to do as much, which was crazy awesome! Really, that would be, like, major help!
Re: Crowe 6a/?
The missive ended here, and the little dragon flew up and landed quite heavily on Alfred’s shoulder. Alfred winced at the claws digging into his shoulder, but didn’t do anything about it. The dra– Adain – was right; he did need all the help he could get. He tried to shift a little so that the brunt of the dragon’s weight was more on the backpacking strap. No dice. Damn, it just made those nails sink in further! Alfred wondered how big a real dragon was. How sharp were those claws? Oh well… So do I just… Alfred thought.
Yes, just think to me, and I’ll hear it, now that I’ve been inside your mind. Adain answered shortly. Now, let’s get a move on, we need to get to a Gewind shortly before other unsavory characters discover us.
“Adain… says… that we should get a move on and find a Gewind. Can you give us anymore help?” Alfred asked, pausing and wincing again as the claws dug into his shoulder, healed, and then dug into the scar tissue again. There needed to be a better solution for this. Gah, if he had his real body, none of this would matter, because of course he could take it! He’d hardly notice the weight of the dragon, let alone the rest of his gear!
“Well, I’ve taken a bit of a liking to ya.” Aengus smiled fondly at them. “You do ‘ave your priorities straight, and you keep ‘old of your weapons, and I feel a bit sorry for you, truth be told. Not everyone can put up with a shrunken dragon that annoying.”
HEY! Adain seemed to mind shout, and both Aengus and Alfred winced as one. Aengus shot Alfred a glance of sympathy. I AM NOT ANNOYING! I AM UNDER A CURSE!
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Aengus mumbled a little bitterly, rubbing his ghostly head. “And so is everyone else in this god forsaken land.”
Well at least I didn’t kill the Queen of the Unseelie Court! Adain sniped.
“You killed the Queen?” Alfred asked, eager.
Aengus narrowed his eyes at Adain. “Midir explains it better than I.” Alfred opened his mouth to ask, but the ghost preempted his question smoothly. “That’s who we’re going to see. And you, keep your trap shut this time.” He said, glaring at Adain.
The dragon huffed. Cambria was about to win anyways. He just needed a bit of help!
Aengus rolled his eyes, and drifted down one of the passageways. To Alfred’s curious mind, which had lost all suspicion as soon as the two had started arguing, it seemed like Adain and Aengus knew each other from long ago. Alfred smiled widely and followed quickly, not wanted to lose a guide now that he had one. If this ghost guy had already killed Queen Mab, then perhaps he wouldn’t need to do as much, which was crazy awesome! Really, that would be, like, major help!