Formendacil wrote:"Oh no," said the Old Man with a shake of his head. "And be on your watch, all of you. The Sorcerer-king will try to capture Elwen before she can reach the artefact. Otherwise, he will be powerless against her control of the city's powers, and his whole journey in coming here will have been in vain. Keep a VERY close watch!"
Lord_Of_The_LEGO wrote:The Black Falcons were dying of bird flu.
Lord_Of_The_LEGO wrote:Martin was loosing ground. And he knew it. And there was nothing he could do about it.
TheOrk wrote:As he came to solid ground, he began moving silently. The road still insight. No need to feast on animals if minifig was on the menu…
The troops were beset by the Ghoul of Orion
Formendacil wrote:"I most certainly will not!" said Quorandis, a threatening bite in his voice. "You won't get away with this, Del Grakken! Elbadar will never condone this! You'll have megablox to pay!"
"Actually," said Elbadar, riding up out of the shadows. "I have to repeat what Captain Del Grakken just said: hand over Lady Elwen, or all of you will die."
Formendacil wrote:"Is that the best you can do?" he taunted. Determined to push through, the Old Man replied with another, stronger, blast of power, and the two sorcerors were soon engaged with a struggle to control the street.
“Me? You want me to go find this- this Graygon of yours? Where is he anyway?”
Drakko looked thoughtful. “I’m not sure really, but I’m pretty certain he is either on the Fell isle or the East coast of Dametreos. He considers himself a Wolfpack member, so you might have some luck there. Besides – you said yourself that your neck is on the line as long as you remain here, so why not? You really don’t have much to loose.”
Randolph tossed the core from his apple into a convenient dark corner. “I suppose you’re right. When should I start?”
“Is tomorrow too soon?”
“Not at all –anything to get out of this Tyco cave I suppose. I still don’t like it though. You say he thinks of himself as a Wolfpack? They are nothing then barbarians.”
Drakko shook his head. “Not all. They might be somewhat – backwards culturally, but a man with qualities that Graygon has is hard to find. You’ll see when you meet him.”
"Right." nodded Graygon, "but that's nothing a druid and two Wolfpack can't handle."
Willem chuckled and Katheryn even allowed herself a slight smile. They continued on.
The troops were beset by the Ghoul of Orion.
Formendacil wrote:Half in shock, Quorandis put up no fight as the Dragon Masters took his sword. It would have been futile anyway, with ten against one, and him no longer in possession of a much-wanted captive. But he had a parting comment for Elbadar.
"I see that the stereotype about Dragon Master cruelty remains fully in force!"
Formendacil wrote:"So long, Old Fool," he said, making his way past the Old Man's body. "Had you taken a greater thrill from killing me, I would be the one lying on the ground, and not you."
Then, without stopping to check whether the Old Man was dead or not, the Sorceror-king strode away. His task was done, Elbadar's should be as well.
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