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General Plot
The kingdom is in an uproar! The nest of one of the rarest creatures in Velgrad, the rashka, has been ransacked, the adults slaughtered and the eggs stolen. But the bandits who stole the eggs and destroyed the nest are as angry as the rest of the kingdom. Why? Because the eggs that they stole have disapeared!

"Tell me, why we doin' dis agin' boss?" asked a small man who was creeping through a clump of bushes with several other men.
"'Cause, you idjit," another man answered gruffly from beside the small man. "Rashkas is faster than 'oreses. If we had some o dem, we'd be the best bandit band in de kingdom!"
"Then why don't we jist get a raksha 'stead o' de eggs?"
"'Cause wild raksha's are some o' de most vicious bastards you'll e'er see." said the gruff man, smacking the small man's head.
"Ow," the small man whined, clutching his head. "That 'urt!" he rubbed his head a little and was quiet for a time, until another question pricked at his relativly small brain. "Why don't we steal a tame one?"
"How stupid are you, really?" the gruff man asked. "The only people allowed to tame rashkas is de royal gaurd and de army, you wanna try stealin' from dem?"
"No."
"Then shuddap! We're almost there."
As they neared the edge of the bushes, a cave could be seen through the leaves. Just inside the entrance, a rashka lay sleeping, head tucked to it's feathered breast. As a precaution, the gruff man gestured at one of his commrades, a tall skinny man. The skinny man pulled a blow pipe from his belt and pushed a dart in one end and held the pipe up to his lips. With a phoot! the dart plunged into the creatures neck, instantly waking it up from it's slumber, but only temporarily. The rashka stood up in alarm and looked about, but instead of sending up an alarm call like it normaly would, it's legs collapsed beneath it, and it passed out on the ground. "Alright," said the gruff man. "Let's move, quietly!"
The bandits crept up the slight slope to the cave entrance, and entered, carefully stepping around the incapacitated bird. Near the back if the cave was what looked like a collection of polished stones, each one bigger than a mans head. They were all different colors too. Ruby red, emerald green, saphire blue, smokey gray, royal purple, onyx black, and white. With another wave of his hand, the boss gave the order and seven men came forward and pciked up one egg each. “Roight,” said the boss when they had gotten a good grip on the eggs. “Let’s get de ‘ell out o ‘ere.”

The bandits decided to celebrate their success at a tavern in a nearby town that was just as famous for its barmaids as it was for its ale. Soon the bandits were so drunk that the ones who weren’t passed out on the floor were busy alternately fighting each other and groping any women who ventured to close. Nobody really paid attention when the door opened, except to give a rousing cheer for a new drinking buddy. The door opened and closed seven more times, but nobody did anything but cheer on every opening. They didn’t even look up to see who was coming or going. Nor did anyone notice that seven bags had disappeared from the bandits pile near the door.
Outside, a man grinned as he tied his donkey’s lead to his horse’s saddle. Each animal was laden with several packs, seven of which were added very recently. Climbing into the saddle, the man turned his horse onto the road and nudges into a trot with his knees.


In a small novelty shop in the quiet little town Westend Minnesota, seven large, oval stones were purchased from a strangly dressed man. The shopkeeper simply loved the colors they came in. White, red, blue, green, smokey gray, royal purple, and jet black. Each one was bigger than a football. Thinking that she could make a pretty penny if she sold them, she stocked them in the 'Fantasy' section, and labled them as 'Dragon Eggs'. Little did she know, they didn't hold dragons, but something else. Seven teens walked in the next day. Most of them not expecting to actualy buy anything, having gone on the urging of one them. The one who had orchestrated this little outing went strait to the 'Fantasy' section, where he always browsed in this store. The others wandered about the shop, occasionaly touching things that interested them, but one by one, they each went in to the fantasy section, where they saw there friend staring at what seemed to be a recent addition to the place. A large area had been cleared of shelves, and a faux-nest had been made from plastic gold coins. In the nest were eggs.

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Rio stared at the small shop critically. To be honest she wasn't impressed with what she saw. She cocked her head to the side and frowned. Definitely sub par... although... she might as well have a look, it wasn't like she was going to find anything better to do in this stupid town inconveniently situated so far from any respectable east coast city.

Al walked casually down the street eying the different shops. He had A rucksack over his back full of vegetable produce he picked up from the farm. He hummed a tune from a foreign musician he heard some time ago. He found a food cart and asked if they would buy any of what he had, and negotiated a fair price.

As the sun's gentle rays reflected off of Greg's bright hair, his humming bird zipped about, from flower to flower, making sure that it didn't miss any food for itself. Lying against a tree, he put his arms behind his head. As Greg closed his eyes and half slept, he could hear his humming bird, Lin as he named him, zip around, sucking pollen from flowers at an unseen rate. Sleeping, Greg waited.

Rio glanced around and decided against entering that shop. She strolled down the sidewalk and then got to the end of the block. She randomly entered a mysterious store and looked around. "Okay this is....way too dungeons and dragons for comfort," she muttered. She shrugged however and examined some candles. She picked one up to examine it.