Thoughts on Programming, Number 12: Programming shares with prayer the feature of directional transmission and broadcast reception. -The Psychology of Computer Programming, Gerald M. Weinberg
Cratol comes around and sees Lorairies kneeling next to him. He looks at her and smiles. "Now I understand what Poljen meant you are like an angel. Thank you for my life.". He sits up and feels the tiredness in his body. "Give me a bit and I will be fine. We did it we ended this dragons life and the castle is now ours. We should get to my home where we can resupply before heading the water deep with it."
Nikolaos chuckles as Poljen kisses the top of his head and says "I am glad to find you to be a man of your word Poljen, but I would not want to stand in between you and Lorairies."
Then when Poljen's speech turns darker he says with great sadness "I apologize that I acted differently that what was discussed before battle, I did what I thought was right, and what I thought would bring us victory. Zarra paid a higher price than the rest of us, and that is a burden that I and others here will have to live with. While I cannot help with her wounds I will sing of her courage and tell of her actions here today. She will not be forgotten."
He then sees Loraries wake Cratol with magic, and starts to address others in the room. "Ignazio, you have more than fulfilled your duty, and you are under no obligation to stay after we secure the sundial. However, there is something I have been seeking that is more valuable to me than anything I believe to be found in this dragon's den."
Turning towards Cratol "It is my understanding that we are taking this castle to your lands; which you are lord of. I assume when we land, you will fly your banners from the ramparts and claim it as your own. What I ask sir, is that you give my mother a position of privilege and comfort in your court, and in exchange I will offer you my talents to call upon at your leisure. You have seen what I have to offer, and have already benefited from my gifts. What say you?"
She grins at the huge barbarian." Just another day, another dead dragon for this group. Maybe instead of killing all of them you could find one to ride. Just think of all the fun that you could have. I bet with your share of this treasure hoard that you can find at least a copper dragon to fly on." She laughs and winks.
She smiles at Cratol." Thanks. You really should take some time and get some rest. You have suffered a lot the last few days. I know that you wil be glad to see your home."
Edited: Kyrroeth on 2nd Jan, 2018 - 9:04pm
Cratol Looks to Lorairies. "Oh I plan to rest. I did not want to rest too much when dealing with taking this castle for ourselves but now that it is done I plan to rest as we continue to head for my lands and home." Looking to Nicolaos he says "While it is my lands and I am to be the lord soon I will not fly banners over this castle as it is not mine to do so. This castle belongs to all of us and if any flags fly above this castle it should be the Flag of the Silver Blaze. I can offer your mother a place in my keep for the help you have given us. If you wish to stay with us and possibly become part of the Silver Blaze like some others I feel may want to too."
Velon, listening in from nearby, nods at Cratol's words. He asks Poljen "If we reunite with Lia and the others, would you object to the name of the Blaze still being used?" I picture a flag of fiery silver like a blazing or exploding sun, the chaotic nature of the fire representing the chaotic mix of talents and personalities we've had in this group. A regimented military order we surely are not, and I for one prefer it that way in my experience! ... Just an idea… "
Tazskan, gives a shout of triumph after witnessing Poljen give the final blow to the dragon.
"Yes, he is dead finnally, fantastic effort everyone."
" Mighty Poljen son of Nel, having the honor of the final blow."
After, hearing hearing his heated exchange of words in front of the others, also adds.
"I also regret, not being able to do more for you friend, forgive me. It has been, an honor and privaledge to fight along side you."
He walks over to Zarra, briefly touches her hand.
"I did not know, Zarra very well. But she faught bravely, died in honor," he says, eyes watering.
"If, there is a chance of resurrecting her, we should pursue that path," he states looking directly at Velon.
He wanders, over towards the treasure horde buried under ice. However one item, stands out, unmistakble for him.
A dragons skull, but this one has the color of a large bronze dragon.
He touches it, bows his head gently. A mixture of anger and sadness, flooding him.
"Today, you have been avenged, this evil white scourge is gone," he turns looking at the others with a smile on his face.
Looking, at Velon "My, healing abilities need a long rest to recover. Perhaps I can assist the Wizzards here instead"?
Lawrance surveys the ice, it’s depth and the area and says “We do not have enough time to excavate or melt all of this. We should be arriving at his lands in about two hours, after which we will need to protect our new home. This is a valuable asset by itself not counting all the valuables buried here. Not even mentioning the fact that we need a lot of time to recover. I would think at least a week.”.
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