Within a simple sack, a small tattered piece of cloth poorly covers a pile of stones. These stones look almost like glass, a variety of colors swirl beneath the glass, and inscribed poorly across the front says ’Baulder’s Journal’. All the stones have a number inscribed on them, and a small piece of paper with instructing’s on how to operate the stones is ‘hidden’ in the sack. With a few deft twists, a magic word, and a series of gestures, the stone slowly glows to life, a voice coming from the stone…
Ha ha ha ha ha! I did it! I killed a white dragon! HAAHAHAHA! Ok, just, give me a moment to calm down, explain what had happened. So…first things first, yes it’s still Baulder. Also, apparently I had been using the stones wrong earlier. By wrong I mean that in fact I had not been leaving journals within the stone, but I had just been talking to myself. So. Yeah. There’s that. Not exactly thrilled about that.
Regardless, that doesn’t change the fact that I had slayed the dragon! Or, a, dragon, to be correct. With Amben following the trail the lot of us followed some cultists that had escaped from Norsoon. As we approached the mountain trial I recounted some of the tales I had heard. Frost Giants that were the size of peaks themselves. White dragons whose wings could cause blizzards in themselves. There are many tales about this place and the monsters that reside within it, so needless to say I was quite nervous as we scaled the mountains. The wind was harsh and bitter, the air chilled as we continued with every step. Amben was easily able to follow the trail, but night was falling and it was starting to get even colder on the mountain. We ducked into a large cave, in a desperate attempt to shield us from the cold.
We were safe from the cold, but with the knowledge that these mountains held monsters, I was uneasy. I searched the cave as best as I cold for some signs that something might have lived in here, and from my searches I was able to find what was a dragon scale at one point. It must have been there for at least 50 years, and the size of it was then meant that if it were still alive, it would be sizeable at this point. Which meant it was very dangerous. We found a large pool in another part of the cave, and with the help of Rasgo and Malphite we could tell that there were many chambers and corridors.
With my recent finding of the scale, my theory was a white dragon was using a series of caves to live within the mountain, and that it used the connecting water pools to travel between them. The cave we were in was certainly big enough to house an older dragon. Anyways, I was not entirely comfortable with the whole situation. Though I was growing powerful with every fight, I’m not too sure I could take on a full grown dragon.
We camped there for the night, and I was able to talk to Rabdao some more. I saw him go through the stances that his previous master had taught him, and though he’s got great potential, I’m not entirely sure if he’s combat ready. I feel…I feel as though his other form may be his path. He didn’t speak much of it, so I think he may be worried what it’s capable of but…I think it may be where his strength is. I wish I knew more, but I’ll see what I can learn about him. I even had a chance to speak with Mamori. She’s just like the kitsune’s I had heard about, playful and rambunctious. She didn’t tell me too much as to why she was in this area, other than she wanted to travel, which is fair enough seeing as that’s one of the many reasons I had left home. I’m hoping I can get another chance to talk with her.
Anyways! Night passed uneventfully, thank Kord, and as I turned in to sleep I realized quite quickly that no one had thought to check which way the cave faced! It was facing east, before you asked, and just as I started to really enjoy my sleep the rays of the sun greeted me. I was not very happy about that. We continued to follow the trails, until we saw a really disturbing sight. A man, bearing a cloak with the cultists symbol, had been frozen in combat. Mid-swing, his posture declared combat while his face betrayed a look of concern. The books I had read on dragons told me this could very easily have been the work of a White Dragon and it’s icy flames. I was positive now that a dragon was active in these parts, for Amben told us that this couldn’t have happened than more than an hour ago. After finding a small hovel for the lot of us we slept for the night before continuing, this time I was actually able to get sleep.
Further up the mountain we went until as we found several passes, one much thinner while the other continued to the peak of the mountain. After Isto and Mamori investigated the smaller pass they returned with grave and foreboding news. Apparently there were six bodies of what might have been cultists in this small area, there bodies completely mutilated, but the blood of their bodies having been removed. I tried to think of what creatures would do this to a body, and remove the blood but I couldn’t recall any. I think that troubled me more than the dragon.
Finally, we reached the peak of the mountain. The wind was fierce though it sounded different. Odd. There was a pattern to it, and me, and several others, realized that something was coming, and fast. We dropped to the ground, a white dragon rocketing above us. A real white dragon was here now! At first I had been nervous…worried that I wouldn’t be ready. But seeing this creature before us, and all its glory…I was excited. Lai casted a spell of sorts to turn some of us invisible, but the dragon could still see the others. I couldn’t suppress a grin as it battered us with its icey flames, and as it circled around to fire again and I stepped from the invisibilty and pointed at the creature, “COME AND FACE ME FOUL BEAST!”
And the creature did not disappoint. It landed, and seeing all of its might before me sent a shiver through me. I was shaking as I leveled the Fellblade at the creature. I can’t tell if I was shaking out of fear or excitement. Rasgo summoned more of his strange creatures, having them circle the dragon as I stepped back and lunged at the dragon, the Fellblade cutting into its body. We surrounded it, Mamori leaping onto its back and Isto switching with her to stab into its back. Rasgo’s constructs slammed the beast, but it’s attention was focused on me. With a wicked bite it tore past my armor and into me and I felt the familiar pain of battle. It only thrilled me and drove me to keep fighting!
Alara stood behind me, her magic easing my wounds as Lai made me and several of the others even faster! I struck the creature again, this dragon now bloodied and hurt. I roared at it, inviting its aggression. It let out its own snarl before it let out its own vicious attack. Its teeth ripped past my armor, claws tearing into me, its tail smashed into my side and I could swear I heard a rib or two snap before its wings smashed into me. I could feel my blood spill, my vision going dark. It was a feeling I was starting to get too accostumed too. But with it brought strength, the move I had trained so hard for. I took all of my pain, and all of the dragon’s fury…AND TURNED IT RIGHT BACK AGAINST IT! With a viciosu slice the fellblade and I sliced the dragon’s head clean from its shoulders! I let out a bloodied cry of victory before darkness claimed my sights.
I woke, a few moments later, with Alara kneeling over me. Now that was a pleasant site to wake up to. Her hands glowed with healing magic, many of my wounds healing but not many, enough so I could stand. But not before I saw blood leaking out from underneath her armor. I had seen it before, back in Norsoon..but it may seem that she must hurt herself to heal? Is that even possible? The thought worries me. I stood up though, picking up the dragon’s head and watching as Isto and Mamori sought to harvest the dragon’s corpse for parts.
But, as they sought to take it apart, I was able to take a closer look at the beast. It was…young. Too young. I felt a tremor of fear run through me as I realized that the mother must still be around. I told the others “We must leave, now!” And on cue we heard it…the roar of the mother dragon. We had to act fast, Lai moving forth and making the blood disappear from the snow and then making the corpse of the dragon disappear. He told us his magic wouldn’t last long and we made haste down another path. Amben, who had set forth to explore after the battle, brought us to an ancient set of doors. I couldn’t care less what that might mean, just that we had to get inside. We shut the doors behind us, and finally made it to safety..at least for a time.
Anyways, sorry this was so long. A lot had happened. I’ll try and keep the next few stones short. Baulder Fellblade Journal Entry 1
A moment later the stone’s glow dims until finally dissappearing