Played on February 16th, 2014
6th of Lowsun, year of the Tunneler
So there we were, in a centaur village in the Wild Wood. We were led to a
hut where they would do some tests to see if Si'trova really was the chosen
one. When we wanted to enter it seems that they only wanted Si'trova to
enter. Of course she refused to go without the rest. After some discussing
it was decided that me and Enzo would go have some drinks with the towns
chief, Bazkar would guard the hut, and the other 3 would enter it. The
older centaurs said that it didn't feel good to let us enter, but i think they
just didn't like small people.
The chief let us into his home, and we got some mead. It tasted great, and
we started to talk about the prophecy. It seems that the centaurs once lived
in the Elven forest, but during the war between the elves and the dwarves,
the elves asked the centaurs to destroy villages without good reason. So the
centaurs refused to do this and ended up having to flee from the elves.
Finally they found a safe place in the Wild wood, where the High Druid
allowed their presence. The prophecy was that at some day an elf looking
like a dark elf but not being a dark elf would enter their village, and that
person would bring them back to the Elven Forest. We agreed that
Si'trova had to be that person.
But then to the other point. I asked the chief what he knew about my
history. For some reason he didn't wanted to tell me. It seems that the
centaur were not really friends with the High Druid, but that they just
lived here. So he wondered if it was smart to tell me or not. He promised me
to tell me more, if it was sure Si'trova was the chosen one.
Later the other 4 joined us, and we got some nice chicken legs and other
food. When the chief came back later he decided to tell me that Quetzal
the dragon would know more. He also told that the pendant from Brugo
looked like a statue on a hill close to ruins where the dragon lived. Luckily we were
looking for that dragon anyway.
So the next day we started to follow the path in the wood again.
13th of Lowsun, year of the Tunneler
We walked for 6 days, and i'm sure the High Druid was helping us going
faster, else it would've taken us at least double the time. After those 6
days we reached a open area in the wood and we entered it. When we were in
the center we heard a loud heavy voice from behind us. I'm not exactly sure
anymore what it said, but it was something like 'Hi sister!'.
A few took out their weapon, a few others stayed frozen looking at the 25
feet high dragon. I also was surprised and impressed. But i was also
convinced that he meant no harm. The High Druid let us here for a reason.
The dragon also greeted Bruldugar. But as far as i know, nobody of us had that name.
Then i finally found out where i came from, and even found out what i was. After
all those doubts between being a Half-Orc, or a Halfling as some called me,
it turned out i wasn't any of those, i was a ..... Dragon!
According to Quetzal, who was my older brother, i was changed into this
halfling form by the High Druid not long after i was born. He had his
reasoning for this, but Quetzal wasn't really sure why that was done. This
was one thing i had to find out myself. Quetzal also send his friend
Bruldugar out to look for me, and protect me. It turned out that Bruldugar
could take different forms, like Unicorn, Bear, Cat, and Dog when i found
him. Yeah, that's right, Brugo is Bruldugar. And it seems i didn't find him,
but he found me!
While digesting this story, Enzo started to ask hundreds of questions to
Quetzal. He really wanted to know if legendary dragon Azyvax was related to
Quetzal. In the end he found out that they had lived together in his current
lair, and Azyvax left some stuff there which could be interesting to
Enzo. The area where the dragon lived was already inhabited by dragons for a
long time, and the High Druid didn't have much influence there.
We decided that we wanted to go to that lair, and check out the statue
from Brugo's pendant. We asked Quetzal to lead us to there.
He said some words in a weird, but to me faintly familiar, language,
and a path emerged where there was only forest before...