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Firion looked over, only to see a lifeless body. No, he remembered this body. He took a closer look to see that it was Re'nah, the jackal woman who saved them from the Dark Elf's undead army. He turned back to the others for a moment then back at the body to see Sierra take the body away. He kept his gaze on Re'nah while he muttered something in his foreign language.

After everyone left the castle he followed behind, but instead of following the others back to the caravan he turned away and walked down the path to the blacksmith, he wished he could do something more but... all that seemed to matter to him was the object he had been working so hard to create. As he made his way through the city, watching as bodies were carried away, a familiar voice echoed through his mind, "My dear Firion, please dont be dissapointed with yourself... nothing you could have done would have brought your friend back." the dragon didnt respond for a moment before he sighed, "Yes... I know Plisoiv di Tobor*, but I wish I could have done something... at least said something before she passed on..." the feminine voice could only remain silent as her follower responded, "I know how you feel... you lost so much, but you can't save everyone. Even I couldnt save the one I loved." she said in a gentle, but sad tone. The dragon didnt respond, "I'll leave you alone for the time being Firion, but don't carry her death with you. She is at peace now..." with that she left his mind and left Firion walking alone down the city.

* mistress of life
(not the best post... my mind kept jumping back and forth for what to type)

Hunter just nodded as Sierra spoke to him and then Zanth as the goblin made his way into the tent and joined them. When she had finished speaking he turned to Zanth and saw the bandages and well as the tears.

"She's right you know," He said in a low whisper and nodded towards Sierra, "You don't have anything to apologize for, you didn't cause this disgrace to our friend and her memory."

Hunter sighed and turned back to face Re'nah's body. "If anything I should be the one saying I'm sorry," He muttered through clenched teeth, "I couldn't help her both times and barely saved your life in the fight with the hounds...I-I'm sorry"

The only outward signs of Hunter's emotions were his clenched fists and the two small lines of water running down his face as a couple more small tears escaped from his eyes when the memory of the derelict town and the nightmares flooded his mind

Zanth shook his head. "You saved me when you could have left me there, don't apologize for that." He said wrapping an arm around his stomach as if to hide the bandages. "I don't know what happened to her before, but whatever happened wasn't your fault and you couldn't change what happened no matter when you did...this is the fault of the Dark King, and it always will be, he is the one to blame not yourself." again Zanth almost told the both of them about his betrayal, but he just couldn't find the courage. Instead her stood, weaving to the right a little before balancing himself and moved out of the tent.

He almost made it back to his tent when his head snapped up and saw a large Dragon flying towards them before turning into a woman who called for the people in charge. he looked around as everyone shifted around, he knew they were looking for Grandmother, but she was gone again, and Vestakia was asleep. Zanth stepped forward. "I speak for Her, she is attending other business at present. But perhaps i could be of help?" He asked trying to keep his voice steady and strong.

Hunter just listened as Zanth responded and before he could say something back the goblin left and he turned back to watch Rae and Sierra when his ears twitched as he heard the dragon wings in the air and the voice calling out for the person in charge of the caravan, he hadn't seen Vestakia or the old elf anywhere so he walked to the tent's door and was about to respond when he saw the goblin stand up and claim temporary leadership


Well, this should be interesting,Hunter thought to himself as he watched the dragoness land and walk over to him, Let's see if he has what it takes to talk tough. He just smiled to himself as he listened to the conversation, ready to step in if she asked about the himself and the other champions that were with him.

Soturi listened as Zanth introduced himself and explained what had happened here. She had heard tales of the Demon King and what he was capable of, but she did not think he could be powerful enough to capture the Dragon King and take him away. She gave a half smile to the Goblin and slightly dipped her head towards him, "Greetings to you Zanth Ravenwood, this is most disturbing this news you tell me." Her smile faded, "So the King has been kidnapped..." She looked up to the sky as she thought for many moments, "I was told there were to be a meeting with our allied kingdoms, I wonder of them if they had been taken as well." Soturi returned her attention to Zanth with a questioning look then spoke once more. "But first I would like to know more of these escaped champions you speak of, escaped from what or who may I ask?" She had a thought that perhaps they were once prisoners of this Demon King, but she would like to know the details before assuming anything.

For the first part of who Hunter assumed was the humanoid form of the dragon and the owner of the voice he had heard earlier and Zanth's conversation he just stayed where he was and listened to it, he wasn't much for the formal talking and introduction of leaders, but it just seemed to be something that they had been doing a lot of lately...especially with the dragon-kind. It was when Zanth was explaining not just his story, but Hunter's and the others champions as well that made his ears perk up, eyes focus on the conversation and fur at the tip of his tails stand on end.

When he made the gesture for Hunter to join him, he just shook his head and gave a slight nod towards the tent that he was standing inside, but that didn't mean that he wasn't going to say something to help the goblin.

"The goblin is right Lady Soturi," He said, loud enough for them to hear from where he was standing, "I am Hunter Skye, a warrior from the Frostburne kitsune clan in the outlands northwest of the dark king's city and one of the escaped 'champions' from its arena. My friends and I escaped from the arena about four months ago, but before we could get very far we were attacked and not all of us survived..." He paused and gave a slight bow, doing his best to be as formal as he could and frankly not liking it, "One of those that died so that we could escape was used by the dark king's magic as part of the attack on the city today, she was defeated after he made his escape and is here now so that she can be properly buried this time..."

Hunter did his best to keep his emotions in check as to prevent another outburst like the one he had with the Dragon King a couple weeks earlier, "I apologize my lady, but before Vestakia, myself, or any of the other champions could stop him, the dark king had killed most of the elven ambassadors and disappeared along with your kin."

The silver dragon had reached the blacksmith a few minutes earlier and had gotten straight back to work, he knew that he should be with the others, helping them with the injured and planning Re'nah's burial, but he felt as if the mysterious object he was creating was more important. The battle with the Dark Elf had gone too far and he wouldnt stand for it, he had lost two comrads a few months ago and even his brother-in-arms and today he lost a friend who he had assumed was dead. Thoughts of ending this war echoed through his mind after each bang of his hammer striking the metal.

A distance away from the castle, a small group was making their way to the now ruined city. This group seemed like a trading group, maybe even smaller but each one kept their forms hidden, and they had a good reason of doing so. When one of the figures* noticed the destroyed city it vanished into thin air, only to reappear at the top of the outer wall of the city, "Brothers, I am sad to say that we have come too late..." he said through its own telepathic abilities. "Wait here. I want to make sure it is clear for us to enter." with that it vanished once more and reappeared on the ground inside the city, the destruction horrified it, the bodies being carried away and the lifeless ones on the streets reminded it too much of its own home. When someone ran by it quickly grabbed the man's arm, "I need to find someone, tell me where I can find the dragon." its said quickly, its voice sounding as though it belonged to a young male, maybe in his older teen years. The man quickly replied back saying they are probably holding him at the medical camp and with that the figure dissappeared once more.
It took him a moment to find the camp, but after warping himself onto the top of a watchtower he found the place he was searching for. With what energy he had left he vanished yet again, but to conserve it he only warped to the ground below.
After a moment of running he made his way into the camp, quickly pushing himself through the crowd, eager to find the draconic being that had called him. He searched every tent, asked every person, but with no luck. He had nearly given up on his search until he found a... what he thought was a goblin and a young female. "Maybe they know where he is..." he thought as he made his way to the two.

*I couldnt find a way to add it, but the figure is wearing a brown leather cloak with a unique pack that only covers the upper back and has a large scroll-like item along with many small compartments to hold his more... "special" items.