Grid: D-17
Location: Dragon Master Land.
And with that, he left the group and slipped quietly into the trees.
Targon was deserting. Don't ask me why for I cannot begin to fathom the innumerable blunders and hiccups in logic that his reason consists of.
Perhaps he was taken my some madness of the island. Perhaps the dragon fire had scorched more then his hair. Whatever the case may have been I can say that it was an extremely stupid thing to do. And what's more he didn't even begin to succeed as you will soon see.
Targon was cutting though the woods at a pretty good clip, taking extra care not to make very much noise. "Not very much" in this case being slightly less then an elephant stampede. He hadn't gone far however, when fate turned against him. Suddenly he was hit by a blast of magic and sent flying into a tree. In another second two hands were clamped on his neck, cutting off his air.
"All right knight. Speak up and speak up quickly. What was that all about? Barging in here with the rest of those land lubbers. You're lucky you're a dragon master, knight, or you'd be dead now. Well, speak up. Why wasn't I notified of this visit? Who was the sorcerer with you? Are you rouge Dragon Masters? Don't play dumb with me..."
Targon would have said something but he couldn't speak. He felt like he was nailed to the tree and the man had such a grip on his neck that it was impossible to say anything. The man soon realized this and released him. Targon fell to the ground, gasping. It was only when he had caught his breath that he got a good look at the man.
He was shorter then Targon, with big feet and a bushy brown beard. His hair was held back by a silver band and a turquoise medallion hung across his broad, bare, chest. In his hand he held a staff and around his waist was a light kilt reaching to his knees. His eyes, each a different color, were ablaze with anger. One grey flame. One blue flame. "He must be a sorcerer" thought Targon "Though he doesn't seem like one."
"Now knight, explain yourself before I lose my restraint."
"What did I do?" Targon responded weakly.
"What did you do?" The man shouted. He was furious now, in a state that reminded Targon somehow of the tirade he himself had delivered on the ship."What did you do?" he said again "Nothing except ruin my council with Sikopar the great turtle. Why the stars themselves had appointed our meeting. At least they had until you came along and disturbed her. I was so furious I almost called up a tempest on all of you. It was to your good fortune that I saw the dragon crest on the armor of your men and withheld my wrath. And now for you knight. How do you explain this intrusion?"
Now Targon did another stupid thing. Usually he was wary of magic users but this man was too much like himself and Targon didn't see why he shouldn't put him in his place.
"Now see here you... you... person. I'm sick and tired of you sorcerers bossing me around. First Lord Void then the Sorceror King and now you! It's not my fault I got traded to that crazy Sorceror King. It's not my fault those pirates attacked us. It's not my fault that we ran into your pet turtle. And you know what? I'm not gonna take it anymore. Especially from some necklace wearing wild man who's mad just because his Pickle-bar, turtle ran off."
"Her name is Sikopar." said the man furiously, and with a great leap he jumped at the sergeant and attacked.
Let us stop for a moment and ponder the signiture...
Ok, enough of that!
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