January 29, 2005
Chapter 11: The Waters of Reverie
When the party awoke, they found that Chance had gone. Once again the young thief had decided to head out on her own. It took most of the day to descend down to where they could cross over to the mountain of their destination. Crossing a high land bridge, chasms falling away on both sides, the Company entered a narrow canyon. At the end of the canyon, two huge stautes flanked the entrance to a large crater-like area. Beyond the stautes, the basin of a long-dried lake filled the bowl canyon. With the exception of some scrub bushes and the ever-watchful statues, the canyon was empty.
The party made camp, and went to sleep. Sometime during the night, though, Leif and Thomasin awoke to find the dry basin filled with a shimmering lake. A boat - the Gar - slid across the water to the shore, allowing the two to board. As the boat sailed towards a distant island of lights, it was suddenly attacked from above by a creature, enveloped in darkness, that rained its fiery breath down upon the craft. Thomasin and Leif jumped for their lives into the dark waters of the lake below...
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Thomasin came to in a vision of the forest that housed the Grove -except that the forest was burning, nearly destroyed. An unknown Daughter, red haired and angry, accused him of not protecting the Grove. Before he could answer, though, Thomasin found himself surrounded by shadow wolves. He fought them back, and managed to defeat their black armored leader, but still fell into unconsciousness from the fatal wounds he had received...
Leif surfaced in an underground cave, resembling the cave in which the Wyrmfang was discovered. Suddenly, from the darkness, a horrible beast erupted from the ground - it resembled a dragon, but its ragged flesh barely clung to its decaying bones. Leif scrambled out of the hole and up to what appeared to be the ruins of an ancient city. As the beast came after him, Leif pulled a silver spear from a crumbling statue and plunged it deep into the beast's heart. As the dragon writhed in its death throes, it tore at Leif, savagely wounding him...
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...and then he awoke. He and Thomasin found themselves in a lush garden, a fountain sraying water into the air from a nearby pool. A white robed gardener stood nearby, a pleasant smile on his old face. "Welcome," he said "to Myth Ruidorr."
Posted by Terrepin at January 29, 2005 05:14 PM
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