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Favnir apologies to Mindwalker with a wave for not completely answering his question and adds, Well, I can point out the location of the place from high aloft and at a distance. That should get you within several hundred feet of knowing where to trek to.
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"Good idea."
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Muzzleknot sets down his bowl and spoon.
"Thank you, Favnir. I believe you have answered all my questions, and I am ready to depart." He looks around at each of his companions, giving them a chance to respond.
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"Myself also." Serah said, standing up and brushing off her robe, placing her bowl neatly by the pot. "I believe we are to the stage where it is simply time to act - we seem to have gained all the intelligence on this tomb that is currently available - except for the precise location of course..." With a wry grin and a shrug, Serah continues. "I am sure that between ourselves we can muster sufficient divination magic to garner any other information we need."
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Peredhil finishes his bowl, sets down and stands up, showing that he too is ready. Looking at his new comrades, he sees they all are very confident of their abilities as they should be. He was glad for that, he just hoped that none will falter if they run into serious trouble. He likes what he sees, powerful casters always helpful, though another warrior type would been nice. Still, if there's a will, there's a way he always says.
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Navalia places her bowl nearby and stands as well. "I thank you Favnir for all that you have provided us, I wish that if we had more time I could repay your kindness. Maybe upon our return I can serve you dinner or clean afterwards." the drow priestess lifted her backpack and threw it over her shoulders.
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Raina finished her 2nd bowl and stood up, gathering her things. She turns to the group. "Ready as well."
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"The stew is good, but we can't linger over it much longer."
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![]() Seeing no one she smiles at all of you once and then bows her head, letting her hair fall across her face. She drops her clothes so that they fall to the ground at her feet, leaving her completely naked. Suddenly her form begins to expand, like that of a bladder being inflated, but her skin ripples and her limbs stretch out and begin to change color to that of blueish gray then to a color likened to shiny polished steel. In a few seconds the young woman is no more, but has completely changed to that of a very large Steel Dragon. Her armored skin and rippling muscles can be compared to that of lustrous burnished steel. Lifting her wings high, stretching them out with a slight wavering tilt downwards. This gives you the complete view of her body, which is at least 40' long from head to hind legs. Her tail adds another 30' at least. The downward slight movements of her wings causes a brisk wind to wash over all of you, almost ripping the very flame from the fire. She then says in a deep, but smooth voice, "Please be so kind as to douse the fire before cinching me up like a saddle horse. I would hate to return here and find Orcs dining on the stew. I would be obliged to eat them and they leave such an unpleasant after taste.
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Peredhil stands there to admire her naked human form and even more admiration of her dragon form. He then chuckles at the quip about orcs. he then takes care of the fire and stew.
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Brian trembles a bit and prepares for an epic journey...even a short one is memorable in these conditions...
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Muzzleknot takes the rope and observes as Favnir completes her transformation. His eyes widen slightly as she reaches her full size.
Seeing a dragon... it never gets old. He snaps out of his momentary reflection, and his visage flattens in thought. He paces a full circle around the majestic creature, contemplating the best method of fashioning a secure harness. Completing the circuit, he nods and begins looping a harness that stretches from the dragon's neck to the base of it's tail, with hand-hold ropes that run between the two anchor points, one on each side of the dragon's spine ridge. He then rummages in his pack, drawing out a second rope. He turns to his new companions. "Once we've mounted, with half of us on one side of the spine ridge and half on the other, we'll use this rope to bind us all together. We'll adopt a zig-zag pattern, with me taking the first position on Favnir's right shoulder, then the next person on the left, the next on the right, and so on. The two among you who are the strongest should take the middle and final positions." Shouldering his rope, he clambers back up the dragon's back. He using large safety clip of his Spider harnessanchors himself on the rope harness, then lowers the second rope. "You may use this to climb up, or if any of you prefer, I can pull you up." He then waits for the others to begin mounting up.
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Peredhil nods his head. "Sounds like a plan." he smiles. He helps the women up first, then climbs up to the middle position. Althugh a medium build, he doesn't look like your strength type but he seems confident in himself.
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Raina thanks Peredhil as she climbs on with a smile. "Thank you very much." Traveling with a dragon! she thinks to herself. Her eyes wide like a child at a candy store.
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