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White obscures everything.
The centuries of snowfall that rests on the Southern Icefield has covered many secrets.
Follow an assorted group of explorers and archaeologists as they try to discover the hidden mysteries left behind by the ancient dragons.
Their journey will be filled with drama and excitement. Will they find answers to the oldest of riddles, or will they be met with danger and loss?
Perhaps some truths are better left in the snow. There is only one way to find out...
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[columns]*clack* … *clack*
A sand coloured Wildclaw picked up his journal for what must have been the hundredth time that day. He opened to a page already filled with text, and started writing in a neat draconic language.
“Frigid Floe #34, zone X-11, shows no significant discoveries. Moving on to zone X-12.”
The Wildclaw returned the journal to his satchel and continued on his way. He slowly walked about 250 meters to the east, all the while taking care to examine the ground.
*clack* … *clack*
This search was driving him nuts. [i]Probably a wild Akirbeak chase[/i], he told himself.
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[columns]It was last month that he'd found an old document in the clan’s library which sent him out here into the freezing arctic air. The document was part of a large estate that the clan librarian had bought from a nearby merchant. Everything about it was very normal, except for an innocuous roll of parchment that instantly drew this sand coloured Wildclaw’s eyes.
September carefully pulled that roll of parchment out of his satchel and regarded it again. The paper showed significant signs of aging, and the letters were of an old draconic script. His trained eye could tell that the discolouration of the parchment’s leather was from weathering the cold climate of the Icefields. It looked to be a genuine historical map of the northern Icefields. Yes, it was a map, and a certain spot was circled in red.
*clack* … *clack* … *clack*
The Wildclaw huffed to himself while looking at the map. It wasn’t made by a cartographer, but it was drawn rather well. There was, however, a problem. This map was drawn hundreds of years ago, and the Icefields looked a lot different now than back then. The main issue was the melting of the Icefields during the time since it was drawn; the landmass indicted on the map was now broken up into dozens of icebergs. September huffed again and then looked at the text written beside the map.
[indent]In caverns of ice and cold,
of dragons ancient and new,
who would be so bold,
as to pull the pass from its pew?
Take three steps but no more,
listen for a whisper and drop to the floor,
roll two paces until you heard the roar,
you will have just seconds to reach the door.
The cavern inside has been adorned,
a tale of woe, but your eyes won't see,
you have been warned,
the key beckons to be pulled free.[/indent]
September spent another minute scrutinising the parchment before putting it back into his satchel. The text seemed ominous, but utterly meaningless if he couldn’t find this cavern. He rolled his shoulders and continued the search. This is what he lived for, the thrill of uncovering lost places, the thrill of bringing history back to life. That thought gave him strength.
*clack* … *clack* … *clack*
Reinvigorated, he moved closer to an outcropping of ice and rocks. The sharp claws on his feet scratched at the cracks. For the last few decades, this area of the ice floes had started to show cracking as the surrounding areas shifted and melted away. He thought, reassuringly, that this section was far enough from the edge of the iceberg to not pose any problems of breaking apart.
*clack* … *clack* … *clack*
Taking that moment to consider his footing, September was suddenly aware of a sound. There was something in the background that he wasn’t really paying attention to. [i]Wasn’t it getting louder?[/i]
*clack*… *clack* … *CLACK* … *CLACK!!*
The ice fell away from his feet as he fell. Trying to reach for the edge proved to be a short-lived idea as he came to a sudden stop, his slightly opened wings lessening the blow. Giving a grunt of pain and peering upwards, September could see the sunlight filtering in from the hole. He had not fallen far.
Looking around, September was surprised to find that the walls were crumbling stone. Some areas were starting to fall away, in fact the area behind him was completely caved in, but the opposing tunnel held most of its shape because of the ice. A thought crossed his mind: [i]isn't this what I'm looking for?[/i]
He ventured forward into the darkness. His eyes could see well in the dark, thanks to being born of the shadow element. The passage continued for several minutes until it opened up into a large square room with stone tiles. There was a door at the other end.
Standing just outside this new room, he looked at the floor again and counted the 5x5 square tiles. This made 25 tiles in total, with him standing just before the last row’s 4th tile. The door was at the 1st row’s second tile, his position not quite centred with the opposite door.
Door, door… Feeling a connection to the ancient text, he pulled out the parchment again. The second verse caught his eye.
[indent]Take three steps forward but no more,
listen for a whisper and drop to the floor,
roll two paces until you hear the roar,
you will have just seconds to reach the door.[/indent]
September was no genius, but this text was telling him to go forward three steps, two to the left because there weren’t two tiles to his right, and then hurry to the door. Pretty simple, though it absolutely reeked of traps.
Doing some calculations in his head, he ultimately came to the conclusion that any mechanical traps would have stopped working by now. There was, however, a good chance that the traps were magically powered. A charged magical trap would outlive their makers until it was depleted.
Just to be safe, he flew across the room, taking care not to touch any tiles as he tried to open the heavy iron door. It was stuck.
He flew back to his starting position and reconsidered his approach. It was likely that the creators of this map were somehow linked to this room. Therefore, without following the directions on the map, he could not pass through the door. He could only hope that traversing these tiles in the correct order would allow the door to open.
Taking several deep breaths and steeling his nerves, September readied himself by repeating the ancient instructions in his head like a mantra.
“Three duck, two roll, run. Three duck, two roll, run.”
He dashed forward to the third tile and immediately dropped to the ground; the whistling sound of a swinging blade narrowly missed his wings. He didn’t have time to think as a spikes protruded from the floor. Rolling to the side, he was greeted by another set of spikes. September lumbered to the next tile, safe, until he heard a deafening sound. The area two tiles behind him had started to erupt with explosive arcane energy. The door was in front of him now and he ran for it, crashing against the iron that still wouldn’t budge. Desperate, he rammed it again with all his strength just as the volatile arcane energies were about to hit him. The door reluctantly swung open and he forced himself through, running as the blast knocked him to the ground.
His whole body ached and he was faintly aware that his tail was on fire. It was starting to hurt, a lot! Jumping up, he hastened to pat down his tail which was now completely bare of feathers. Damn, they would take months to grow back! This had turned into a very painful day. Blades, spikes and explosions, what a cliché! Yes, he'd had just about enough of that, [i]thank you very much![/i]
Feeling a growl forming in his chest, he looked around for something to vent his anger on. Instead, his anger was soon replaced by awe. The door had led into a large ice cavern with sections of the wall embedded with rock, displaying murals that had fallen into ruin. In front of him was stone steps leading down a winding path to an illuminated Dias. [/columns]
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[columns]September slowly let his feet take him down the steps. He gently caressed the murals as he passed, feeling sadness that their images were lost to the ravages of time. All things decay without a steady hand to maintain them. He once again vowed to be a recorder and preserver of history. Eventually he reached the bottom of the steps.
He discovered that the Dias was not illuminated, but rather it was the object atop the raised platform that generated a soft, blue light. September observed the spherical object, taking note of the carvings and letters upon its surface. It was a strange thing to behold, truly something that was made with lost technology. As September placed a hand on the sphere, the room started to rumble and shake.
*RUUUUMBLE!!*
Ice and stone started to fall from the walls and ceiling. It was time to leave! September scooped up the sphere in his arms and, with some hesitation, swiftly flew past the murals, past the trap room and passage, and up into the daylight. Heart beating wildly, he watched from the sky as that section of icy ground suddenly sunk and caved in. He had left not a moment too soon!
He flew up higher into the air, as if fearing that some invisible hand would try to pull him back underground. This experience would give him nightmares for weeks. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he flew towards home with a heavy burden in his arms.
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[i]Southern Skyway [Respite and Trade Station][/i]
Two weeks have passed since September returned from that cavern. The strange sphere was glowing softly on his wooden work table, surrounded by books and notes. The sand coloured Wildclaw had barely gotten any sleep as he studied the orb, trying to make sense of its mysteries.
The intricate array of circular carvings on its surface could be rotated. The words around the carvings would change their meaning depending on how several of the circular carvings were moved. It was an endless puzzle with hundreds, if not thousands, of combinations. September liked a challenge, but this was like finding an Imperial breed change scroll; simply impossible for him. He needed help.
It was late into the night. September tiredly rubbed his eyes and heading to the clan’s library again; his second favourite place other than his work bench. The librarian was a good friend and let him borrow the key for afterhours research. To his surprise, the librarian was there and asked him to take a break as they shared a late night cup of tea.
September expressed his vexation about the sphere and mentioned that he needed to find some help. Surely, somewhere, he could find a trustworthy archaeologist to share his discovery with. The Librarian nodded his head while thinking. After a minute of silence, the librarian suddenly remembered their allied clan, Aerewyn, which resided in the Windswept Plateau.
A member of Clan Aerewyn had come to study at the library a few months ago. The librarian continued to say that this clan was very intellectually driven, and actually possessed a few archaeologists. Being allies, they were sure to be more trustworthy than anyone else that September could find.
“Yes, YES!”
Jumping up from his spot with a yell, September thanked the librarian and ran off back to his work desk. In a slight frenzy, he scrawled a letter about his find, detailing cavern and sphere. After including a sketch of the object and shoving both into an envelope, he ran out to find a messenger dragon.
Needless to say, the messenger Spiral, Niiloi, was not pleased to be woken up in the middle of the night by a highly agitated Wildclaw. Niiloi got a bit freaked out by the sudden social interaction somehow disappeared without a trace. September face-palmed his foolishness and decided to return in the morning with a suitable apology gift.
After a fitful night’s sleep and some careful instructions to the somewhat placated Spiral, Niiloi rushed away from the Southern Skyway. In his bag was one envelope addressed to clan Aerewyn…[/columns]
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*clack* … *clack*
A sand coloured Wildclaw picked up his journal for what must have been the hundredth time that day. He opened to a page already filled with text, and started writing in a neat draconic language.
“Frigid Floe #34, zone X-11, shows no significant discoveries. Moving on to zone X-12.”
The Wildclaw returned the journal to his satchel and continued on his way. He slowly walked about 250 meters to the east, all the while taking care to examine the ground.
*clack* … *clack*
This search was driving him nuts. Probably a wild Akirbeak chase, he told himself.
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It was last month that he'd found an old document in the clan’s library which sent him out here into the freezing arctic air. The document was part of a large estate that the clan librarian had bought from a nearby merchant. Everything about it was very normal, except for an innocuous roll of parchment that instantly drew this sand coloured Wildclaw’s eyes.
September carefully pulled that roll of parchment out of his satchel and regarded it again. The paper showed significant signs of aging, and the letters were of an old draconic script. His trained eye could tell that the discolouration of the parchment’s leather was from weathering the cold climate of the Icefields. It looked to be a genuine historical map of the northern Icefields. Yes, it was a map, and a certain spot was circled in red.
*clack* … *clack* … *clack*
The Wildclaw huffed to himself while looking at the map. It wasn’t made by a cartographer, but it was drawn rather well. There was, however, a problem. This map was drawn hundreds of years ago, and the Icefields looked a lot different now than back then. The main issue was the melting of the Icefields during the time since it was drawn; the landmass indicted on the map was now broken up into dozens of icebergs. September huffed again and then looked at the text written beside the map.
In caverns of ice and cold,
of dragons ancient and new,
who would be so bold,
as to pull the pass from its pew?
Take three steps but no more,
listen for a whisper and drop to the floor,
roll two paces until you heard the roar,
you will have just seconds to reach the door.
The cavern inside has been adorned,
a tale of woe, but your eyes won't see,
you have been warned,
the key beckons to be pulled free.
September spent another minute scrutinising the parchment before putting it back into his satchel. The text seemed ominous, but utterly meaningless if he couldn’t find this cavern. He rolled his shoulders and continued the search. This is what he lived for, the thrill of uncovering lost places, the thrill of bringing history back to life. That thought gave him strength.
*clack* … *clack* … *clack*
Reinvigorated, he moved closer to an outcropping of ice and rocks. The sharp claws on his feet scratched at the cracks. For the last few decades, this area of the ice floes had started to show cracking as the surrounding areas shifted and melted away. He thought, reassuringly, that this section was far enough from the edge of the iceberg to not pose any problems of breaking apart.
*clack* … *clack* … *clack*
Taking that moment to consider his footing, September was suddenly aware of a sound. There was something in the background that he wasn’t really paying attention to. Wasn’t it getting louder?
*clack*… *clack* … *CLACK* … *CLACK!!*
The ice fell away from his feet as he fell. Trying to reach for the edge proved to be a short-lived idea as he came to a sudden stop, his slightly opened wings lessening the blow. Giving a grunt of pain and peering upwards, September could see the sunlight filtering in from the hole. He had not fallen far.
Looking around, September was surprised to find that the walls were crumbling stone. Some areas were starting to fall away, in fact the area behind him was completely caved in, but the opposing tunnel held most of its shape because of the ice. A thought crossed his mind: isn't this what I'm looking for?
He ventured forward into the darkness. His eyes could see well in the dark, thanks to being born of the shadow element. The passage continued for several minutes until it opened up into a large square room with stone tiles. There was a door at the other end.
Standing just outside this new room, he looked at the floor again and counted the 5x5 square tiles. This made 25 tiles in total, with him standing just before the last row’s 4th tile. The door was at the 1st row’s second tile, his position not quite centred with the opposite door.
Door, door… Feeling a connection to the ancient text, he pulled out the parchment again. The second verse caught his eye.
Take three steps forward but no more,
listen for a whisper and drop to the floor,
roll two paces until you hear the roar,
you will have just seconds to reach the door.
September was no genius, but this text was telling him to go forward three steps, two to the left because there weren’t two tiles to his right, and then hurry to the door. Pretty simple, though it absolutely reeked of traps.
Doing some calculations in his head, he ultimately came to the conclusion that any mechanical traps would have stopped working by now. There was, however, a good chance that the traps were magically powered. A charged magical trap would outlive their makers until it was depleted.
Just to be safe, he flew across the room, taking care not to touch any tiles as he tried to open the heavy iron door. It was stuck.
He flew back to his starting position and reconsidered his approach. It was likely that the creators of this map were somehow linked to this room. Therefore, without following the directions on the map, he could not pass through the door. He could only hope that traversing these tiles in the correct order would allow the door to open.
Taking several deep breaths and steeling his nerves, September readied himself by repeating the ancient instructions in his head like a mantra.
“Three duck, two roll, run. Three duck, two roll, run.”
He dashed forward to the third tile and immediately dropped to the ground; the whistling sound of a swinging blade narrowly missed his wings. He didn’t have time to think as a spikes protruded from the floor. Rolling to the side, he was greeted by another set of spikes. September lumbered to the next tile, safe, until he heard a deafening sound. The area two tiles behind him had started to erupt with explosive arcane energy. The door was in front of him now and he ran for it, crashing against the iron that still wouldn’t budge. Desperate, he rammed it again with all his strength just as the volatile arcane energies were about to hit him. The door reluctantly swung open and he forced himself through, running as the blast knocked him to the ground.
His whole body ached and he was faintly aware that his tail was on fire. It was starting to hurt, a lot! Jumping up, he hastened to pat down his tail which was now completely bare of feathers. Damn, they would take months to grow back! This had turned into a very painful day. Blades, spikes and explosions, what a cliché! Yes, he'd had just about enough of that, thank you very much!
Feeling a growl forming in his chest, he looked around for something to vent his anger on. Instead, his anger was soon replaced by awe. The door had led into a large ice cavern with sections of the wall embedded with rock, displaying murals that had fallen into ruin. In front of him was stone steps leading down a winding path to an illuminated Dias.
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September slowly let his feet take him down the steps. He gently caressed the murals as he passed, feeling sadness that their images were lost to the ravages of time. All things decay without a steady hand to maintain them. He once again vowed to be a recorder and preserver of history. Eventually he reached the bottom of the steps.
He discovered that the Dias was not illuminated, but rather it was the object atop the raised platform that generated a soft, blue light. September observed the spherical object, taking note of the carvings and letters upon its surface. It was a strange thing to behold, truly something that was made with lost technology. As September placed a hand on the sphere, the room started to rumble and shake.
*RUUUUMBLE!!*
Ice and stone started to fall from the walls and ceiling. It was time to leave! September scooped up the sphere in his arms and, with some hesitation, swiftly flew past the murals, past the trap room and passage, and up into the daylight. Heart beating wildly, he watched from the sky as that section of icy ground suddenly sunk and caved in. He had left not a moment too soon!
He flew up higher into the air, as if fearing that some invisible hand would try to pull him back underground. This experience would give him nightmares for weeks. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he flew towards home with a heavy burden in his arms.
Southern Skyway [Respite and Trade Station]
Two weeks have passed since September returned from that cavern. The strange sphere was glowing softly on his wooden work table, surrounded by books and notes. The sand coloured Wildclaw had barely gotten any sleep as he studied the orb, trying to make sense of its mysteries.
The intricate array of circular carvings on its surface could be rotated. The words around the carvings would change their meaning depending on how several of the circular carvings were moved. It was an endless puzzle with hundreds, if not thousands, of combinations. September liked a challenge, but this was like finding an Imperial breed change scroll; simply impossible for him. He needed help.
It was late into the night. September tiredly rubbed his eyes and heading to the clan’s library again; his second favourite place other than his work bench. The librarian was a good friend and let him borrow the key for afterhours research. To his surprise, the librarian was there and asked him to take a break as they shared a late night cup of tea.
September expressed his vexation about the sphere and mentioned that he needed to find some help. Surely, somewhere, he could find a trustworthy archaeologist to share his discovery with. The Librarian nodded his head while thinking. After a minute of silence, the librarian suddenly remembered their allied clan, Aerewyn, which resided in the Windswept Plateau.
A member of Clan Aerewyn had come to study at the library a few months ago. The librarian continued to say that this clan was very intellectually driven, and actually possessed a few archaeologists. Being allies, they were sure to be more trustworthy than anyone else that September could find.
“Yes, YES!”
Jumping up from his spot with a yell, September thanked the librarian and ran off back to his work desk. In a slight frenzy, he scrawled a letter about his find, detailing cavern and sphere. After including a sketch of the object and shoving both into an envelope, he ran out to find a messenger dragon.
Needless to say, the messenger Spiral, Niiloi, was not pleased to be woken up in the middle of the night by a highly agitated Wildclaw. Niiloi got a bit freaked out by the sudden social interaction somehow disappeared without a trace. September face-palmed his foolishness and decided to return in the morning with a suitable apology gift.
After a fitful night’s sleep and some careful instructions to the somewhat placated Spiral, Niiloi rushed away from the Southern Skyway. In his bag was one envelope addressed to clan Aerewyn…
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[u]The Southern Skyway and Aerewyn crew:[/u][/columns]
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[nextcol][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=239506]September[/url]: The one who started this all. He found a clue to an ancient artifact after an obsessive search. Once retrieved, he was puzzled by its meaning, and sent a letter to clan Aerewyn asking for help. September is an avid lover of history and exploration, careful to record everything so that nothing is lost to the sands of time. He enjoys travelling the Icefields; hoping to find something interesting in the melting floes.[/columns]
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[nextcol][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=63510]Niiloi[/url]: A rather quiet dragon who finds social interaction difficult. He prefers the silence of the outdoors; testing his speed and stealth as he forages in the harsh land. Other times, he works at the Southern Skyway’s courier desk as one of the fastest messengers. His manager (and friend) deals with the customers so that Niiloi can focus on delivering the mail as quickly as possible. This job has familiarised Niiloi with many areas of the Icefields, making him the perfect scout.[/columns]
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[nextcol][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=976465]Madrugada[/url]: Very wise and highly educated, she is the head of the Archeology department at the Aerewyn university. Madrugada is often stoic, which has become a problem in the last few years as others are unsure how to approach her. However, she is an expert in her field and is very intrigued by any find with ancient draconian symbols and hieroglyphs. Naturally, she was chosen to lead a team to the Southern Icefields when the ‘letter’ arrived at her office.[/columns]
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[nextcol][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=11529809]LittleWing[/url]: She’s Aerewyn clan’s mercenary, and guard for Gear. LittleWing has been prepped on what to look for during the expedition, and the need to keep Gear out of harm's way; even he doesn't know her true purpose. She’s a relentless fighter and is said to move without being heard. Over the years, she has been trained to show absolute viciousness to her enemies. She’s learnt her craft well; such is the life of a dragon born in the Plague.[/columns]
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[nextcol][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=368344]Gear[/url]: A Spiral with an unassuming nature. He’s had his problems in the past, but is now happy and content doing things for Daidra; the Aerewyn clan's matriarch. He will go along with the team as an assistant to the archaeologists, collecting samples and cataloguing them. Part of him job is securing the specimens and equipment as they travel through the Ice Fields. Gear accepted this role without hesitation as he needed must stay low key for a while. His true role is not known by any except Daidra.[/columns]
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[nextcol][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=13027958]Iced[/url]: An excitable archeologist that isn't as well versed in his field as he would like. Iced is young and asks way too many questions; much to the annoyance of his mentor. Almost screaming when Madrugada asked if he wished to go, he immediately accepted her offer to become part of the team. Iced was chosen so that he could grow and expand his profession, and perhaps it would help him finish his doctorate. To him, this is the [i]opportunity of a lifetime![/i][/columns]
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[nextcol][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=258054]Resonate[/url]: A soft-hearted dragon that followed her roots back to the Southern Skyway. Resonate finally found her grandmother after a long search, and now they’ve started talking about opening up their own bakery. To this end, Resonate has been teaching herself how to cook and take note of food inventory. Practice can only prepare her so much, so she’s offered her cooking services to the expedition in exchange for some hands-on experience. Her secret goal is to not poison anyone![/columns]
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[nextcol][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=496456]Okullos[/url]: This Imperial is actually quite friendly despite his looks. He spent most of his early years as a drifter in the Wandering Contagion. It was a painful life of violence and solitude, but it’s left him with formidable combat skills. Now, he hopes to lead a quiet life tending to his cacti… but first he needs some cacti to tend to. During the expedition, he hopes to find some rare species to take back home. While he’s with the expedition, he will guard them from any dangers that show up.[/columns]
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The Southern Skyway and Aerewyn crew:
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September: The one who started this all. He found a clue to an ancient artifact after an obsessive search. Once retrieved, he was puzzled by its meaning, and sent a letter to clan Aerewyn asking for help. September is an avid lover of history and exploration, careful to record everything so that nothing is lost to the sands of time. He enjoys travelling the Icefields; hoping to find something interesting in the melting floes.
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Niiloi: A rather quiet dragon who finds social interaction difficult. He prefers the silence of the outdoors; testing his speed and stealth as he forages in the harsh land. Other times, he works at the Southern Skyway’s courier desk as one of the fastest messengers. His manager (and friend) deals with the customers so that Niiloi can focus on delivering the mail as quickly as possible. This job has familiarised Niiloi with many areas of the Icefields, making him the perfect scout.
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Madrugada: Very wise and highly educated, she is the head of the Archeology department at the Aerewyn university. Madrugada is often stoic, which has become a problem in the last few years as others are unsure how to approach her. However, she is an expert in her field and is very intrigued by any find with ancient draconian symbols and hieroglyphs. Naturally, she was chosen to lead a team to the Southern Icefields when the ‘letter’ arrived at her office.
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LittleWing: She’s Aerewyn clan’s mercenary, and guard for Gear. LittleWing has been prepped on what to look for during the expedition, and the need to keep Gear out of harm's way; even he doesn't know her true purpose. She’s a relentless fighter and is said to move without being heard. Over the years, she has been trained to show absolute viciousness to her enemies. She’s learnt her craft well; such is the life of a dragon born in the Plague.
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Gear: A Spiral with an unassuming nature. He’s had his problems in the past, but is now happy and content doing things for Daidra; the Aerewyn clan's matriarch. He will go along with the team as an assistant to the archaeologists, collecting samples and cataloguing them. Part of him job is securing the specimens and equipment as they travel through the Ice Fields. Gear accepted this role without hesitation as he needed must stay low key for a while. His true role is not known by any except Daidra.
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Iced: An excitable archeologist that isn't as well versed in his field as he would like. Iced is young and asks way too many questions; much to the annoyance of his mentor. Almost screaming when Madrugada asked if he wished to go, he immediately accepted her offer to become part of the team. Iced was chosen so that he could grow and expand his profession, and perhaps it would help him finish his doctorate. To him, this is the opportunity of a lifetime!
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Resonate: A soft-hearted dragon that followed her roots back to the Southern Skyway. Resonate finally found her grandmother after a long search, and now they’ve started talking about opening up their own bakery. To this end, Resonate has been teaching herself how to cook and take note of food inventory. Practice can only prepare her so much, so she’s offered her cooking services to the expedition in exchange for some hands-on experience. Her secret goal is to not poison anyone!
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Okullos: This Imperial is actually quite friendly despite his looks. He spent most of his early years as a drifter in the Wandering Contagion. It was a painful life of violence and solitude, but it’s left him with formidable combat skills. Now, he hopes to lead a quiet life tending to his cacti… but first he needs some cacti to tend to. During the expedition, he hopes to find some rare species to take back home. While he’s with the expedition, he will guard them from any dangers that show up.
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[columns]Madrugada walks quietly as she leaves her office at the University; trying to remember what was so important to drag herself out into the darkened and silent hallways. Deep in thought, she stops in front of an elaborate display of artifacts that she’s gathered and collected over many years.
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“One problem... one regret.” she murmurs while standing there, starting to muse about all of her travels.
Her thoughts suddenly snap back to the present when she hears a commotion from outside. Someone is persistently knocking on the windows and doors that caress the beautiful entrance into the Aerewyn University.
Madrugada makes her way over to the entrance. She moves around the display cases that she'd just been staring at, and looks outside the colorful stained glass windows that frame the solid oak doors.
She now sees a silver Spiral moving back and forth in front of the locked University entrance.
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[columns]Niiloi is the one flitting around. He wishes that he hadn’t been woken so early to come here, especially when they weren’t even open... “Humph!” he groans to no one in particular, “I [i]will[/i] get you back for this September!” He goes back to pounding on the windows and doors.
Madrugada is easily annoyed to begin with, however with very little sleep her patience has worn thin as well. She flings the door open, not paying attention to where the little Spiral had been a moment before. Niiloi is almost pinned between the heavy oak doors and stained glass windows, but he ducks out of the way in time.
He adjusts his attire and introduces himself as a messenger dragon from the Southern Skyway Respite Station in the Southern Icefield. After saying so, he starts to dig out a neatly folded envelope from his satchel.
Dawn is breaking just over the horizon, painting the sky in beautiful reds and other hues of an almost a bluish purple. The dawns and sunsets have been increasingly vivid this time of year. Madrugada takes a moment to admire it; calming herself as the Spiral starts to speak again.
“Uh...” Niiloi begins to say to the less-than-interested Pearlcatcher in front of him.
“Well, what is it?” Madrugada asks, looking back down. Niiloi attempts to answer her, but she has already started moving away Niiloi; expecting him to follow. Being tired and annoyed too, the Spiral sharply turns about, having no intention of running after the impolite Pearlcatcher.
“[i]How rude, no excuse for it at all![/i]” Suddenly, he realizes that he’s actually voiced his thoughts quite loudly. Madrugada turns back to him while he tries to hide his outburst by focusing on the letter in his hands. At this point, Niiloi is just thankful that he didn't get hurt by the door or the angry Pearlcatcher, until her sharp voice cuts through him, getting his attention.
"Well," Madrugada begins again, "come on now, out with it. What do you have here?" She starts to notice the carefully folded envelope in his hands.
Niiloi begins quietly with hesitation in his words. "I... uhm, I have a letter of utmost importance for the matriarch. Are... are you her?" Relaxing just a little after his near death experience, he finally manages to get the question across.
"No, no I'm not!" Madrugada says with exasperation as she snatches the letter from Niiloi, scaring him. He did approve of the snatching speed though, with his evaluation of her improving by no small amount.
As she begins to examine this curious letter, she realizes that she needs to wake Daidra. Annoyed, she turns sharply to go out the door, brushing the Spiral aside.
[i]Humph[/i], Niiloi takes a deep sigh while muttering something about manners.
He prepares to leave for a while, planning to return in a few hours for a reply to September’s message, when Madrugada quickly turns and shouts; “well come on, we must hurry!”
Niiloi considers his options for a moment and begrudgingly follows after her. He continues his muttering again, this time about how much September owes him ‘big time.’
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Madrugada did not like waking Daidra, the clan matriarch, especially in the wee morning hours. The maroon coloured Imperial is patient to a point, but doesn't stand for beating around the bush either. She quickly focuses on the matter at hand.
As the matriarch reads the letter, she lets the both of them know that there is something September found while doing research. Niiloi is only half listening; as he's heard most of this from that silly Wildclaw before he left the Station.
“It's a sphere with strange markings,” the matriarch says while looking up at the Pearlcatcher, “well, I'm not certain, but it seems like our help is needed.” Daidra pauses before motioning her over with a whisper, “Madrugada... ”
She hands Madrugada a very small piece of parchment that’s folded neatly. The Pearlcatcher takes a look at it and says, “Daidra…” but begins trailing off.
Madrugada quickly regains her composure after seeing the drawing that September sent to them. The sphere in the sketch has similar markings to a set of artifacts that she found years ago; those very same artifacts that she was looking at this morning.
Thinking about that expedition again, she once again feels the pain and loss that came from it. The avalanche at that time, and the loss of a former member of her clan, Fog, still weighs heavily on her. [i]Fog was so special, and his gift, well...[/i] Madrugada pulls her thoughts back together and tries to push the memories aside.
One thing was clear; September needs their help, and she might just have the clues he needs.
“Daidra,” Madrugada starts again in a low voice, “our party found several items in that expedition a few years ago. Looking at September's message, it appears that he’s found something that shares the same ancient draconian sigils."
"Yes, I was thinking the same thing," the Imperial says as she steeps her fingers and gives the Pearlcatcher an appraising look, "what do [i]you[/i] think we should do about this?"
Taking time to consider her thoughts, Madrugada says, "I believe we may get further by going to the site that September found. Perhaps bringing everything together will help us understand the language in those mysterious markings. If this Wildclaw is as good an archaeologist as I am, then I’m confident that we’ll be able to find the answers we’re looking for."
The clan matriarch spends a few moments thinking about the validity of sending Madrugada to the Southern Icefield to start a new expedition. [i]It would certainly be better than just sending a few items back with the messenger, and my clan mates can definitely help our allied friends. The historical significance of this find is huge too, but after the tragedy of the last expedition....[/i]
Fog’s face appears in Daidra’s thoughts. The Imperial's green eyes look towards Madrugada, knowing she’s thinking about the same thing. In a quiet voice, she asks the Pearlcatcher “can you [i]handle[/i] this new expedition? It won’t be easy.”
Madrugada jolts for a moment at the implication. She looks back towards Daidra with steady eyes and says "Yes. I will take great care, and I shall return."
“Very well,” the Imperial nods, saying, "take Iced with you, he’s been taking far too long to finish his doctorate since his life mate left.” She sighs while thinking [i]thank goodness he’s finally getting out of the lair[/i].
Daidra begins speaking again; including to the previously ignored Spiral. “Niiloi, I trust that you will safely escort my precious clan mates back to the Southern Skyway?" Seeing that Niiloi was going to protest, she cuts him off, "Yes, good. thank you. You’ll all have a few days to get ready and pack. You will be in charge, Madrugada.”
“Yes matriarch. Thank you.” The Pearlcatcher replies with a smile, but Niiloi was looking hurt like someone kicked his familiar; unhappy to say the least.
“Oh, and one last thing,” Daidra continues, “I’ll be sending Gear along too, he will be a great resource as an extra set of helping hands. He's very meticulous, like you Madrugada.” Daidra gives her a reassuring smile and then leaves them to get ready for their departure.
Daidra walks out of her office and contemplates the upcoming expedition. Though Daidra isn't an alarmist, she can't help by feel concerned about the safety of the group she's sending to the Southern Icefield. Making a decision, she goes to look for LittleWing; her most trusted mercenary. Daidra finds her in the training grounds near the university.
The stonewash Wildclaw with piercing Plague eyes is sparring with a shredded training dummy. Daidra looks at the scene and calls out to her, “LittleWing, a moment if you'd please.”
LittleWing stops battering the dummy and looks over to the Imperial. Seeing who it is, she quickly jogs to Daidra’s side and salutes with an arm against her chest. “What can I do for you, matriarch?”
Daidra chooses not to beat around the bush, saying “I’m sending you to guard an expedition to the Southern Icefield. I’m also sending Gear... you know about his past.” She gives LittleWing a meaningful look and continues. “That kind of history doesn’t just disappear; it has a way to catch up to a person. I need you to keep an eye on him. I don’t know if there will be trouble, but one way or another, I need you to be vigilant. You understand what I mean, right?”
Realization flashes in the Wildclaw’s red eyes. Giving another salute, she conveys her understanding and agrees to Daidra’s request, “of course, matriarch.”
Daidra nods and goes back to making sure every last detail is complete before Madrugada, Niiloi, Iced, Gear, and LittleWing leave the Windswept Plateau. She knows it will be quite some time before they are able to return safely.
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[nextcol]Letting his mind wander for a moment, he can’t help thinking that [i]the pressure lately has been tying me up in knots[/i]...
He begins to frown, but snaps his thoughts back to the adventure he was going on. [i]Yes, exciting! Oh, I’ve found him! This, well, this couldn't have come at a better time, and two Spiral are better than one[/i], he quips to himself.
Niiloi is standing in the grassy plane outside of the University, making sure that the artifacts are secure for transport.
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[columns]Once Niiloi regains his composure, all the while making sure his cargo is all right one more time, he feels a headache coming. Trying to breathe calmly, his voice drips with sarcasm, “of course, sure, why not? More the merrier!”
Gear silently gives him a flat look and, ignoring the sarcasm, starts looking over the cargo to find something to assist with. [i]Being friendly might help Niiloi unwind[/i], he hopes.
Or not, as Niiloi snaps at Gear, “no, I don't want help!” He shouts exasperatingly at Gear. “I’ve been almost squished by a door, and then made to stay here for days! I’ve had it! HAD IT! Why am I still waiting? I’m going back now!" Niiloi grabs his pack and turns to go.
Gear acts quickly and clings to Niiloi before he can leave. “Wait, wait! I’m sorry; it’s our fault for stressing you out. I know what that’s like. Please don’t go yet...” He looks sadly at the other Spiral.
Heaving a big sigh, Niiloi finally calms down a bit. He wanted to leave a couple of days ago, but knew that wouldn't bode well for the alliance between their clans. [i]I just want to go home and see Yoke again[/i], he thought. Niiloi misses his familiar terribly. Heck, he even misses the cold snow.
Gear saw the far-off look in his eyes and started patting Niiloi’s back. They didn’t say anything for a while, just enjoying the quiet moment.
Soon, Niiloi turns his attention back to Gear, and changes the subject "What can I do for you Gear?"
"So sorry, Niiloi. I wanted to know, well, if it would be alright with you, uhm.... May I bring my cat? I know you have Yoke, and the way you talk about him, I thought they could be friends..." his voice trails off.
Niiloi just looks at him. "Sure Gear, but you didn’t have to ask me. Do whatever you want," he replies with a smile. "I think Yoke would like to meet your cat." Gear is elated and goes off to fetch his little calico.
[i]Gear’s speed is quite good[/i], Niiloi muses as he watches the departing Spiral. It only takes a few minutes before he returns with the little cat in his arms. It turns out that Niiloi has no defence against adorable little animals. [i]S-so cute![/i]
Eventually, the rest of their companions join them. The two silver Spirals and cat look over to welcome the newcomers; Madrugada, Iced and LittleWing. Over the past few days, Niiloi has met these members of Clan Aerewyn while spending time at the University. He didn't have much else to do, after all.
Madrugada clears her throat and says "Okay everyone, this is your last chance. If you think you've forgotten anything, now is the time to get it." She sends a particularly pointed stare to LittleWing, saying, "perhaps some warmer clothes?"
LittleWing just brushes off the Pearlcatcher's comment, muttering something inaudible under her breath.
Iced steps between them with bounce in his step, and directs his words towards Madrugada, "everyone's here, we've got everything. Come on, come on, let's go!" Several of the group roll their eyes. Iced was about to say something else when they all notice a shadow pass over them.
Daidra lands next to them and smiles in greeting. Slowly, she looks at each member of the expedition, saying, "you are all precious to me, even our guest from another land. Where you're going, there could be danger and peril. You must watch yourselves and rely on each other, because there may be times when you will have no one else. I want all of you to promise me that you'll come back safely."
The group turns solemn while hearing her speech. Madrugada is the first to speak up. "Yes matriarch, I promise that, this time, we will all come back." The rest of her companions echo her sentiments, full of resolve.
Daidra gives them a firm nod. "Good luck, and may the deities be with you."
The assembled dragons give their final farewells to the matriarch, and take flight into the sky. The expeditionary group departs for their adventure in the Southern Icefield...
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Madrugada walks quietly as she leaves her office at the University; trying to remember what was so important to drag herself out into the darkened and silent hallways. Deep in thought, she stops in front of an elaborate display of artifacts that she’s gathered and collected over many years.
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“One problem... one regret.” she murmurs while standing there, starting to muse about all of her travels.
Her thoughts suddenly snap back to the present when she hears a commotion from outside. Someone is persistently knocking on the windows and doors that caress the beautiful entrance into the Aerewyn University.
Madrugada makes her way over to the entrance. She moves around the display cases that she'd just been staring at, and looks outside the colorful stained glass windows that frame the solid oak doors.
She now sees a silver Spiral moving back and forth in front of the locked University entrance.
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Niiloi is the one flitting around. He wishes that he hadn’t been woken so early to come here, especially when they weren’t even open... “Humph!” he groans to no one in particular, “I will get you back for this September!” He goes back to pounding on the windows and doors.
Madrugada is easily annoyed to begin with, however with very little sleep her patience has worn thin as well. She flings the door open, not paying attention to where the little Spiral had been a moment before. Niiloi is almost pinned between the heavy oak doors and stained glass windows, but he ducks out of the way in time.
He adjusts his attire and introduces himself as a messenger dragon from the Southern Skyway Respite Station in the Southern Icefield. After saying so, he starts to dig out a neatly folded envelope from his satchel.
Dawn is breaking just over the horizon, painting the sky in beautiful reds and other hues of an almost a bluish purple. The dawns and sunsets have been increasingly vivid this time of year. Madrugada takes a moment to admire it; calming herself as the Spiral starts to speak again.
“Uh...” Niiloi begins to say to the less-than-interested Pearlcatcher in front of him.
“Well, what is it?” Madrugada asks, looking back down. Niiloi attempts to answer her, but she has already started moving away Niiloi; expecting him to follow. Being tired and annoyed too, the Spiral sharply turns about, having no intention of running after the impolite Pearlcatcher.
“How rude, no excuse for it at all!” Suddenly, he realizes that he’s actually voiced his thoughts quite loudly. Madrugada turns back to him while he tries to hide his outburst by focusing on the letter in his hands. At this point, Niiloi is just thankful that he didn't get hurt by the door or the angry Pearlcatcher, until her sharp voice cuts through him, getting his attention.
"Well," Madrugada begins again, "come on now, out with it. What do you have here?" She starts to notice the carefully folded envelope in his hands.
Niiloi begins quietly with hesitation in his words. "I... uhm, I have a letter of utmost importance for the matriarch. Are... are you her?" Relaxing just a little after his near death experience, he finally manages to get the question across.
"No, no I'm not!" Madrugada says with exasperation as she snatches the letter from Niiloi, scaring him. He did approve of the snatching speed though, with his evaluation of her improving by no small amount.
As she begins to examine this curious letter, she realizes that she needs to wake Daidra. Annoyed, she turns sharply to go out the door, brushing the Spiral aside.
Humph, Niiloi takes a deep sigh while muttering something about manners.
He prepares to leave for a while, planning to return in a few hours for a reply to September’s message, when Madrugada quickly turns and shouts; “well come on, we must hurry!”
Niiloi considers his options for a moment and begrudgingly follows after her. He continues his muttering again, this time about how much September owes him ‘big time.’
Madrugada did not like waking Daidra, the clan matriarch, especially in the wee morning hours. The maroon coloured Imperial is patient to a point, but doesn't stand for beating around the bush either. She quickly focuses on the matter at hand.
As the matriarch reads the letter, she lets the both of them know that there is something September found while doing research. Niiloi is only half listening; as he's heard most of this from that silly Wildclaw before he left the Station.
“It's a sphere with strange markings,” the matriarch says while looking up at the Pearlcatcher, “well, I'm not certain, but it seems like our help is needed.” Daidra pauses before motioning her over with a whisper, “Madrugada... ”
She hands Madrugada a very small piece of parchment that’s folded neatly. The Pearlcatcher takes a look at it and says, “Daidra…” but begins trailing off.
Madrugada quickly regains her composure after seeing the drawing that September sent to them. The sphere in the sketch has similar markings to a set of artifacts that she found years ago; those very same artifacts that she was looking at this morning.
Thinking about that expedition again, she once again feels the pain and loss that came from it. The avalanche at that time, and the loss of a former member of her clan, Fog, still weighs heavily on her. Fog was so special, and his gift, well... Madrugada pulls her thoughts back together and tries to push the memories aside.
One thing was clear; September needs their help, and she might just have the clues he needs.
“Daidra,” Madrugada starts again in a low voice, “our party found several items in that expedition a few years ago. Looking at September's message, it appears that he’s found something that shares the same ancient draconian sigils."
"Yes, I was thinking the same thing," the Imperial says as she steeps her fingers and gives the Pearlcatcher an appraising look, "what do you think we should do about this?"
Taking time to consider her thoughts, Madrugada says, "I believe we may get further by going to the site that September found. Perhaps bringing everything together will help us understand the language in those mysterious markings. If this Wildclaw is as good an archaeologist as I am, then I’m confident that we’ll be able to find the answers we’re looking for."
The clan matriarch spends a few moments thinking about the validity of sending Madrugada to the Southern Icefield to start a new expedition. It would certainly be better than just sending a few items back with the messenger, and my clan mates can definitely help our allied friends. The historical significance of this find is huge too, but after the tragedy of the last expedition....
Fog’s face appears in Daidra’s thoughts. The Imperial's green eyes look towards Madrugada, knowing she’s thinking about the same thing. In a quiet voice, she asks the Pearlcatcher “can you handle this new expedition? It won’t be easy.”
Madrugada jolts for a moment at the implication. She looks back towards Daidra with steady eyes and says "Yes. I will take great care, and I shall return."
“Very well,” the Imperial nods, saying, "take Iced with you, he’s been taking far too long to finish his doctorate since his life mate left.” She sighs while thinking thank goodness he’s finally getting out of the lair.
Daidra begins speaking again; including to the previously ignored Spiral. “Niiloi, I trust that you will safely escort my precious clan mates back to the Southern Skyway?" Seeing that Niiloi was going to protest, she cuts him off, "Yes, good. thank you. You’ll all have a few days to get ready and pack. You will be in charge, Madrugada.”
“Yes matriarch. Thank you.” The Pearlcatcher replies with a smile, but Niiloi was looking hurt like someone kicked his familiar; unhappy to say the least.
“Oh, and one last thing,” Daidra continues, “I’ll be sending Gear along too, he will be a great resource as an extra set of helping hands. He's very meticulous, like you Madrugada.” Daidra gives her a reassuring smile and then leaves them to get ready for their departure.
Daidra walks out of her office and contemplates the upcoming expedition. Though Daidra isn't an alarmist, she can't help by feel concerned about the safety of the group she's sending to the Southern Icefield. Making a decision, she goes to look for LittleWing; her most trusted mercenary. Daidra finds her in the training grounds near the university.
The stonewash Wildclaw with piercing Plague eyes is sparring with a shredded training dummy. Daidra looks at the scene and calls out to her, “LittleWing, a moment if you'd please.”
LittleWing stops battering the dummy and looks over to the Imperial. Seeing who it is, she quickly jogs to Daidra’s side and salutes with an arm against her chest. “What can I do for you, matriarch?”
Daidra chooses not to beat around the bush, saying “I’m sending you to guard an expedition to the Southern Icefield. I’m also sending Gear... you know about his past.” She gives LittleWing a meaningful look and continues. “That kind of history doesn’t just disappear; it has a way to catch up to a person. I need you to keep an eye on him. I don’t know if there will be trouble, but one way or another, I need you to be vigilant. You understand what I mean, right?”
Realization flashes in the Wildclaw’s red eyes. Giving another salute, she conveys her understanding and agrees to Daidra’s request, “of course, matriarch.”
Daidra nods and goes back to making sure every last detail is complete before Madrugada, Niiloi, Iced, Gear, and LittleWing leave the Windswept Plateau. She knows it will be quite some time before they are able to return safely.
Gear winds his way to where Niiloi is, with high hopes that he can make a new friend. He’s been stressing about his life lately, and some fun is just what he needs.
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Letting his mind wander for a moment, he can’t help thinking that the pressure lately has been tying me up in knots...
He begins to frown, but snaps his thoughts back to the adventure he was going on. Yes, exciting! Oh, I’ve found him! This, well, this couldn't have come at a better time, and two Spiral are better than one, he quips to himself.
Niiloi is standing in the grassy plane outside of the University, making sure that the artifacts are secure for transport.
Gear comes up from behind to ask if he can help; hoping that Niiloi would like to make friends too. The sudden presence of Gear startles him, sending Niiloi jumping into the air with a yelp.
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Once Niiloi regains his composure, all the while making sure his cargo is all right one more time, he feels a headache coming. Trying to breathe calmly, his voice drips with sarcasm, “of course, sure, why not? More the merrier!”
Gear silently gives him a flat look and, ignoring the sarcasm, starts looking over the cargo to find something to assist with. Being friendly might help Niiloi unwind, he hopes.
Or not, as Niiloi snaps at Gear, “no, I don't want help!” He shouts exasperatingly at Gear. “I’ve been almost squished by a door, and then made to stay here for days! I’ve had it! HAD IT! Why am I still waiting? I’m going back now!" Niiloi grabs his pack and turns to go.
Gear acts quickly and clings to Niiloi before he can leave. “Wait, wait! I’m sorry; it’s our fault for stressing you out. I know what that’s like. Please don’t go yet...” He looks sadly at the other Spiral.
Heaving a big sigh, Niiloi finally calms down a bit. He wanted to leave a couple of days ago, but knew that wouldn't bode well for the alliance between their clans. I just want to go home and see Yoke again, he thought. Niiloi misses his familiar terribly. Heck, he even misses the cold snow.
Gear saw the far-off look in his eyes and started patting Niiloi’s back. They didn’t say anything for a while, just enjoying the quiet moment.
Soon, Niiloi turns his attention back to Gear, and changes the subject "What can I do for you Gear?"
"So sorry, Niiloi. I wanted to know, well, if it would be alright with you, uhm.... May I bring my cat? I know you have Yoke, and the way you talk about him, I thought they could be friends..." his voice trails off.
Niiloi just looks at him. "Sure Gear, but you didn’t have to ask me. Do whatever you want," he replies with a smile. "I think Yoke would like to meet your cat." Gear is elated and goes off to fetch his little calico.
Gear’s speed is quite good, Niiloi muses as he watches the departing Spiral. It only takes a few minutes before he returns with the little cat in his arms. It turns out that Niiloi has no defence against adorable little animals. S-so cute!
Eventually, the rest of their companions join them. The two silver Spirals and cat look over to welcome the newcomers; Madrugada, Iced and LittleWing. Over the past few days, Niiloi has met these members of Clan Aerewyn while spending time at the University. He didn't have much else to do, after all.
Madrugada clears her throat and says "Okay everyone, this is your last chance. If you think you've forgotten anything, now is the time to get it." She sends a particularly pointed stare to LittleWing, saying, "perhaps some warmer clothes?"
LittleWing just brushes off the Pearlcatcher's comment, muttering something inaudible under her breath.
Iced steps between them with bounce in his step, and directs his words towards Madrugada, "everyone's here, we've got everything. Come on, come on, let's go!" Several of the group roll their eyes. Iced was about to say something else when they all notice a shadow pass over them.
Daidra lands next to them and smiles in greeting. Slowly, she looks at each member of the expedition, saying, "you are all precious to me, even our guest from another land. Where you're going, there could be danger and peril. You must watch yourselves and rely on each other, because there may be times when you will have no one else. I want all of you to promise me that you'll come back safely."
The group turns solemn while hearing her speech. Madrugada is the first to speak up. "Yes matriarch, I promise that, this time, we will all come back." The rest of her companions echo her sentiments, full of resolve.
Daidra gives them a firm nod. "Good luck, and may the deities be with you."
The assembled dragons give their final farewells to the matriarch, and take flight into the sky. The expeditionary group departs for their adventure in the Southern Icefield...
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