Bahamut and
myself regarded the dying silver dragon before us. I knew tears
were trickling down my face, but I dared not look away for even
a split second as Bahamut and Lord Sutton seemed to converse.
It was the oddest thing, Bahamut spoke his questions out loud,
while Lord Sutton did no more then twitch his tail in rhythm with
the blood which pumped from him, into the glass chamber at the
base of the column. Whatever he said, Lord Bahamut seemed to understand
and nodded slightly in agreement. "Very well, but you must
tell your children of me, I wish Rhylin to know who I am when
he does his vigil.". That seemed to be the deciding factor
and Lord Bahamut stared up at the barely alive silver dragon before
us for a long moment before he seemed to get an answer.
I know little
of what happened between the two of them, except for what little
I have gathered from Lord Sutton's comments. What happened, as
I understand it, is that Lord Bahamut forced Lord Sutton to choose.
On one side he gave Lord Sutton the option of saving this Circle
of Light which he was a part of, his adventuring friends. On the
other he offered the salvation of an entire town, to give Lord
Sutton the chance to save them from death and destruction. Lord
Sutton choose to save the town, and watched his friends die. I
wonder what I would do in a similar situation, praise to Io that
I have never been tested in that way.
There was
a flash, as if lightning had occurred, and a groaning sound as
metal was forced open. In the moment it took my eyes to recover,
Lord Sutton lay on the floor infront of me, down from the horrible
machine finally. As I watched in fascination the empty eyeball
socket filled, blood vessels sprang into live, and an eye occupied
a space where there was nothing before. Immediately Lord Sutton
shut the eye in pain and shook his head against the stabbing pain
which the light caused the newly healed eye. May we forever hold
Bahamut dear for the favor he has shown Lord Sutton and our clan.
It was then that we heard the roar of outrage from the adjoining
doorway.
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Darkheat,
the great wyrm, nearly erupted into the room, roaring in hatred
and dismay as he spotted the silver dragon on the floor and not
in the great machine. Behind him both dragon and old Kindred could
spot other movement, as at least two other dragons headed for
the doorway. Jean managed to run/stumble/slide along the crystal
floor towards the other doorway, the one through which Laureine
had entered. The elf was right besides him, her sword a comforting
weight in her hands, even as the blade glowed a shimmering blue
light as she called upon the sword's magic. No sooner had they
stumbled through the doorway before them then the swords magic
took hold.
Behind them
a solid stone wall appeared wedged into the doorway, it was nearly
three feet thick, and it did little more then slow the charging
red wyrm behind them. Stone flew everywhere as the enraged red
simply burst through the wall and kept right on moving after them.
Hastily Jean picked up Laureine and nearly flung her onto his
back before scrambling down the passageway, and through the chambers
she had previous passed through. There only saving grace was that
Darkheat was slightly slower in turning and negotiating the mostly
tractionless crystal floor then was the smaller Silver dragon.
They had managed
to get a full chamber ahead of the enraged red, with judicious
uses of the elf's sword's magic, when they nearly slammed into
a quite serious obstacle. A great wyrm brass dragon landed on
the edge of the opening just as the fleeing silver and elf reached
it. Jean had little choice in the matter as he slammed into the
huge dragon.... who didn't budge an inch. Her front foreclaw slamming
the smaller silver dragons head into the floor, and pinning it
there between her huge claws.
"Why
are you upon my island?" rumbled the brass as she peered
down upon the two in front of her. Jean had just enough room to
move his jaw enough to speak, under the massive claw, and his
tone was one of surprise.
"Mistress
Bell?"
