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Fearghal nodded, reaching out to touch Erhart, muttering once, as the universe shifted around them, bringing them to the site where the plume of smoke was eminating from....mounts and all.... [Teleport, Greater]

Keevan: You end up right outside the smoldering ruins of the festhall, just a few feet away from Torma.

I fly down to the ground and land near my compatriots. I de-morph the wings.

Fearghal looks around taking in what he can see, including the bronze dragon just beside him, with an elf lain upon the ground beside it. Hopping off the horse with some difficulty he stepped towards them, as the small dragon seemed the more concious of the two, he spoke to her...
"What's happening here? Is he alright?"

Captain tycho wrote:Keevan: You end up right outside the smoldering ruins of the festhall, just a few feet away from Torma.

People Teleporting right next to a young dragon who was very worried about her unconscious friend Astinius are greeted by having said very young dragon turn on them and snarl as threateningly as a Very Young Bronze Dragon can.

Erhart shook his head to clear the feeling and looked around to survey the devastation. Such a waste he thought, so many innocents lost....Someone would pay for this, in the rivers of their own blood.

"By Torm, what happened here?"

He glanced around to make sure Fearghal was still with him and gripped the reins of Thunder, easing the mount with his thoughts slightly. Something was amiss here, and now it was time to get involved.

"Someone let loose a fireball in the festhall. We don't know how many got out alive." Gaheris fell to his knees and pounded the ground in frustration.

*I use my detect Good ability, yall good?*

[Yup NG through and through.]

(Lawful good. Hah)

"Nay Young Dragon, we mean you or your party no harm, quite the opposite infact."

He surveyed the group from his position atop his mount, keeping a watchful eye on the scene as the others regained their wits

"Their telling the truth, their aligned with the forces of good. Espically the one on the horse, you a paladin or cleric?"

Fearghal shook his head.
"Ah, a fireball inside there..." he looked at the smoke still filling the sky over the smouldering ruins. "...what fool would do such?"
Elina appeared beside him at his shoulder, hovering in the air.
"Is the elf there okay?" She asked in common.

The dragon immediately calmed, and once more assumed her usually too-adorable-cute-for-words demeanor. Can you help my friend? she asks piteously, her green eyes huge and begging, the ultimate 6-yr-old with sad, trusting puppy-dog eyes.

Believe me, you can't resist The Look (mew!)

((Espeically with CHR 22: Speciall attack Cuteness))

Secquon walks over from the front of the building, and uses Cure Serious Wounds on the unresponsive Astinius. "Who decided to remove the guildhall?" He asks in a tone of quiet anger.

lazerus wrote:"Their telling the truth, their aligned with the forces of good. Espically the one on the horse, you a paladin or cleric?"

"Nay, merely a crusader for the good and just path. That is all you need know at this point...know the loyal fury watches this day."

"Oh, in THAT case you should know that this city is infested with vampires, and our rather trigger-happy ex-friend got himself and many other killed trying to distroy one of them."

Fearghal paused a moment, looking at the elfs wounds. "Ah, I think he will be alright, lets give him a little space to breathe..."
Elina looked on worried, then smiled at the baby dragon, flitting over lazily towards her.
"What's your friends name?" Elina asked as Fearghal glanced around, looking for any other magic going on in the area.
[Detect Magic (Persistent)]

lazerus wrote:"Oh, in THAT case you should know that this city is infested with vampires, and our rather trigger-happy ex-friend got himself and many other killed trying to distroy one of them."

"Fool. If it has not already been, Justice will be delivered upon him in swift order. Start from the beginning if you will and try to keep it short?"

Malkamar blazed with levels of magic not found in mortal crafting. Usually.(Still got 110 levels of Spellfire)

"Well, we didn't even find the Master Of Coin. Oh well. He's bound to be dead in that rubble."

"Not even one of them. His target was already dead by my hand before he engulfed the area in flames. It was pointless destruction." Gaheris arose in wrath. "If he got out alive, I shall bring him to justice. There is no excuse for this..." He searched for a word to describe what he saw. "Slaughter." His eyes narrowed as he looked around for the perpetrator...

You all hear a distant scream, echoing from an alley behind you. "YOU ARE MINE, HUMAN CATTLE!" replies a sinister sounding yell.

"Ok, well it all started about 15 years ago during the Time of Troubles when Aly here *points*, shouted "Look out" at a critical moment during a fight with some drow. Long story short, he saved my life dispite the fact that i'm......uh....a.....uh.....rival breed of elf. Yeah, so i've owed him a favor since then. He just called it in because he's wagain a war against this city's vampire overlords, the Night Masks, and needed my help to get in here. But they started whipping a poor innocent man, we reacted violently and......well......"

*points at building*

I toss my longsword to my good hand and change in that direction.