The following (known) correspondences show the present reincarnations vs. Their first appearance on Necaria
1.Lutriandil - Kolagoin The Wanderer
2.Aloran - Morfeus
3.Nerim - Nakir von Gialhom
4.Altiaran - Kolagoin Arathin
5.Jareth Of Hof - “Huran” the Dragonslayer
6. Nesuth - Strider Von Gialhom
Ash - Azardu Khuzdamal(?)
“Longfingers” - Kezemâtarr of Tigzaahn(?)
Raffraff - Silvardo
Nathorant Amartoth - Morath von Radamaerl
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Artar Dahl 60 AC
”My Lords, Ladies. I think that Ye all will agree with me that our greatest threat do be the dragons. Without the enemies’ dragons, the war could be turned in our favour.” The leaders of the alliance nodded agreeing. “We of the six would like to hear Yer opinions of how to get rid of this treat.” Pausing to consider his next words Jareth of Hof looked appraisingly at the gathered leaders. They were a fine representative of the races, chosen for their skills in combat as well as the finer arts. Goldan Stonshape, the dwarven leader, marked with scars running all over a body that protruded with muscles, his black beard hanging in two braids knit to his belt. Radan Mark his former king, grey by his temples otherwise as he always had been, close shaven with a smile on his lips. Gnash Thunderfoot the gnome, his pick and axe laying on the table before him. Yerin Hillhigh the halfling armed with short sword and sling always ready for a fight or a good meal with friends. And the last Nerterim Lerianakol Kolagoin the elven king, philosopher and magician as well as a good general and fierce fighter. All had come from their campaigns to attend to this meeting even though that could mean their armies loosing when not under their supervision.
“Rulers you are here on Neutral ground in Artar Dahl to discuss what resources you can spare to help us remedy this problem.” The five leaders remained silent for a moment before Goldan Stoneshape spoke. "The dwarfs have none, Battleleader. The only one I could spare is Ash from my bodyguard over there and maybe not even him. Though if I ever need him all is probably lost anyway.” He pointed to his follower that stood together with the other men of the different rulers. Jareth nodded before looking questioningly to his former ruler.
The human king remained silent before glancing over to his side waving to one of his companions a man in a grey cloak with his hood pulled over his head. They whispered to each other a short while before Radan Mark raised his head once more. “Rathin my councillor has agreed to go with you. He does things in ways of magic. I’m nearly overrun and can not offer any more.”
“I too will offer my magician. I will also ask the High Priest if he can spare one of his acolytes. Our border has changed twice in the last month and not in our favour, I am afraid I have to follow the example of my fellow rulers not offering any more. Without a people to save, it matters not if the dragons still fly.” The elven leader shook his head sadly.
“I have a man that just might come in handy. I have used his services before and not been disappointed. I anticipated that something like this might happen so I brought him with me. This is…’Longfingers’.” The gnomish leader smiled askew as he presented a man clad in back that stood among the other men.
“You may say that friend Gnash speaks for me lads. I think my man Raffraf may have something in common with ‘longfingers’ over there.” Yerin Hilhigh spoke with his usual language not doing difference on either low or highborn.
"Good, a taskforce then! I will inform the others at once.” Jareth put his fingers to his temples consentrating for a minute. “Aloran and Lutriandil is located in the southern mountains range, they may have found The Great Red ones lair.”
“Good! Now we better start the travel back to our realms. Again I am sorry that more help could not be granted. I will bring you a capable battlepriest in an hour.” The elven king nodded sadly with his head before standing. His hand went absentmindedly to his head correcting the angle on the golden leaves surrounding it. Then he nodded to the other leaders before he went through the circular hole that had opened into the Temple of Vita many thousand leagues to the south, his companion’s exempt the magician went through after him then the hole faded. The two locations again becoming far away from each other.
“It might very well be that we do not sit together here again before war is over or we see one another in the afterlife so why do we not stay a while longer, enjoying each others company? I am sure that we could spare a few moments at least.” The human king stretched his long feet under the table. Goldan Stoneshape nodded. “I would hate to be on the road again just after coming”, his head creased in merry wrinkles under the finely chiselled crown of iron and mithril. “And I could do with some good strong ale. Kazad Thirith is not far, my son can do without me until tomorrow.” The other two leaders heartily agreed. “Men you will now forget whom you are speaking too and discuss with us how we might kill the over grown, red, lizard that leads the enemy army.” Yerin Hilhigh seemed glad to be able to abandon all norms of conversation between men and lords. The rumor said that he had accepted the title of king only after being asked to by a assembled council of halflings including the thousand most important battle leaders of the race. Halflings never where concerned with stature and politics and their leader least of all it seemed.
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“This is where The Large Red last was observed.” Aloran pointed to a point on the map showing the southern mountains. “Lutriandil and I were able to follow him to this point were he suddenly disappeared. What we know of reds tell they have a large spell casting potential that increases with their size and probably age, though the last still is not any problem. “ The group of men and women gathered around the three paladins studied the map closely as Lutriandil and Aloran filled out each other on details of the terrain. Two priests one of Kazdil and one of the Goddess had joined from the grand temple both women, human and elf. With the three paladins they now where ten in the newly appointed taskforce. Lutriandil and Aloran had come some hours after the arrival of the priests by dragonback. The dragon, a young silver, stood among the group in elven form, now and then coming with details the two paladins had overseen or forgotten.
The Large Red must have chosen the site of his lair with great care. There were no visible entrances and the mountains rose steep all around so that all attacks from the valley would be easily observed. It would have been a good site for a dug in fortress and the dragon probably used it as such. “We have intelligence reports that says this dragon also has been granted powerful psionic powers. He also is so smart that he has been given command over the enemy army as well as the enemy dragons. Possibly his only weakness is that he hoards treasure as do other dragons and therefore must leave the enemy lines to put his treasure somewhere. We believe this is the site and it is here we will wait for him at a time we know he is in the enemy camp.” Aloran watched the assembled group to see if anyone had any questions so far. The gnome called “Longfingers” raised his hand. “Do we get something of this treasure when He is dead?” The look on the face of the gnome had taken a sly expression. “I am sure there is enough of this treasure even after the owners of what we can find owners to has gotten their part, that it would become a sizeable amount for compensation for your time Mr. Longfingers.” Lutriandil tried to hide the contempt for the mans selfish greed, they needed someone with just his skills but he would just as soon be rid of his company when it was no longer need. “Any more questions before I continue?” Aloran quickly intervened. What had to be done had to be done.
A squad of coppers going to the south to reinforce the elves served as transports as far as a days marsh from were the lair were supposed to be. The young silver that had given Lutriandil and Aloran ride remained as a messenger should that be needed. A small cave found the last time around served as basecamp while they were waiting for a sure report that the dragon were in the enemy camp. About a mile away behind some rocks on a low mountain Aloran organised a watchpoint from were they could keep an eye on the valley. The two Wizards Rion and Tariel shifted on the task to take the men to the mountaintop when relieving the guard on the mountaintop.
“Altiaran says the dragon is observed in the enemy camp.” Jareth took his fingers from his forehead were he had been conversing with the fourth paladin, the second elven prince, in the east. The other two paladins began donning their armor. The others in the group following their example. The elven priest, Asrith, fetched a elven chain from her backpack. The other priest, Nira, revealed a dragon armor from her stuff and a large staff that transformed itself into a mace when she took a solid grip. Rion teleported to the mountaintop to assume the guard, sending back Raffraff. “Now we search.”
It was not until late afternoon that “Longfingers” called for the others where he was searching up into the mountainside. “There is something weird here.” Stinks of magic or somtin’ if you ask me”. Soon the others were there. “Yes the wall is abnormal,” Tariel said. “I could detect for magic” he mumbled a formula and a faint tingle started to build in the smooth wall. “Yes magic and of the illusionsphere I think. I will dispel it shortly.” Again he mumbled his hands making small gestures. “There I…” he was abrupt by a terrible noise. “The mountain is coming down on Yer heads lads, Ye bether run!” Ash shouted. He followed his own orders sprinting as fast as his short legs could carry him along the hillside. The others followed close behind. Soon large boulders began falling among them.
Tariel suddenly disappeared inside a dimension door just before he was hit by a large boulder. The two priests were not that lucky getting several bruises, Nira loosing her dragonlike helmet. Soon they looked behind watching were the rockslide had covered the magical wall. “False or true track?” Raffraff asked looking expectantly at the others. Aloran glanced at Tariel, the magician rubbed his head were it had been hit by a small rock as he had stepped through the dimension door. The elf shrugged, apparently he was not sure. “Only one way to find out really. And I am sorry to say that I have not memorised that spell. I can do it tomorrow until then we could search the rest of the valley of course.”
Aloran looked at the other two paladins and when they nodded in agreement he spoke. “It may not be necessary, I will commune with the Goddess and ask. Likely we will only get yes’ and nos’ but it will be sufficient. “ The gnomish thief looked startled. “And why did we not do that to begin with? ‘let those that do not fill up to our standards’ do some work eh?” “The cost in fatigue is high, thief, the Goddess expects us to do something ourselves not come to her every time we are in trouble or want something done. That is the reason for us to be created in the first place so that we may do something as our clerical friends no doubt can explain much better than I”. Lutriandil held his temper, the gnome was not to blame for not knowing things, but it was offending nonetheless that he did not trust them in the first place. Something that the elven prince saw as a mark on what kind of person the thief was. A paladin had to be calm, because feelings could lead to one making choices that did not confirm with the laws of the Goddess. Although no one said it so Lutriandil believed that the best way to accomplish that goal was to try not having any feelings in the first place. That did not always succeed, as “Longfingers” were a constant reminder of. The other of the six had slightly different opinions of feelings and the laws. Nerim Hafto the fourth human paladin’s outlook was the most different. Feelings according to him were guidance sent by the Goddess that should be interpreted and used by logic. No, feelings were not to be trusted. Lutriandil was certain about that.
“Yes it is behind that rockslide” Aloran wiped sweat from his brows and rose from the meditating posture he had sat in. “I also got a feeling of danger so likely there is more traps. Altiaran says the Red is still in the enemy camp so we need not worry about him yet.” They agreed upon returning the next day when Tariel had memorized something to move the rocks with. Something that would make seem like nothing had happened when the dragon came.
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Slowly some of the rocks seemed to move like a lavine, then all were gliding down into the valley slowly. It looked like a glacier, the earth in the bottom bending giving room for the rockslide to go farther down. The two magicians stood side by side concentrating gesturing and fingering their components. “Cool! Very awesome! Major entertainment!” Raffraff watched gleefully not wanting to missing a bit. He wriggled his hairy toes to avoid falling as the ground shook all the wile watching fascinated. Ash watched silently, sometimes mumbling something about common tools being trustworthy enough. Something in his eyes revealed him to be impressed though.
“Mr. Longfingers, Mr. Raffraff, would you do us the honor of walking first finding the traps?” The two “scouts” stepped forward equally eagerly. The first to maybe be the first to find the treasure, the second out of curiosity. One of the magicians lighted a torch and handed it to Raffraff that began inspecting the walls, while “Longfingers” followed close behind watching the floor. The cave entrance was just high enough to allow the tallest of the paladins to walk straight. A little further in the cave turned right before narrowing so they had to walk on by one. It was then Raffraff stopped, claiming something felt wrong about the walls.
“I could detect for traps magically though I wanted to save that spe…” Nira was interrupted by a squeezing sound when the entire wall closed around the two thieves. From the outside it was clear something living had hidden as a illusionary wall just waiting for anyone to pass. It had a leathery covering almost blending with the rock. From the outside one could see the walls moving as if slamming in on something on the inside in a steady beat. “Kill it!” Ash made the shocked taskforce take action again, close followed by the two paladins he rushed forward swinging his axe in his of hand, a hammer in the other. A dagger penetrated from the inside further damaging the creature.
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“Gah! That creature smelled bad! My face burns like an oven too”, Raffraff sounded more than a little shocked and his hand holding the dagger trembled slightly. The two unfortunates were covered entirely in a greenish substance that slowly dripped down on the floor. “Would anyone be so very kind to help me remove this goo, it hurts a little. Probably damn, fuckin’ acid,” the gnomish thief sounded no less shaken than his halfling colleague though his hand was steady as he started scraping of the slime with his knife.
As soon they were ready they started to walk again. But soon after starting they was overtaken by the young silver dragon coming in after them. He had until then stood guard on the mountaintop. His elven features had a worried look. “Yes Daevig, what is it?” Aloran raised his brow questioningly. The dragon was not supposed to leave his post until they came out again or to warn them of danger. “Battleleader, there is something wrong with this entire thing. I’ve figured that if I were the owner of this nest and had the magic abilities to follow his dragon form I would have warded the entry of this cave with more than a simple illusion. I would have linked the magic to me so that I would know immediately if someone broke the spell. And I would certainly not make the cave so narrow as not to be able to fly into it.“ The former knight looked expectantly at the other paladins and their fellows. “He do have a point, but if the dragon was returning, Altiaran or Nerim would have notified us of it, the link between us is not dimmed by rock or distances.” The silent elven priest nodded in agreement but commented “If he can use one illusion why not another. I mean how do we know the dragon that is in the enemy camp is real at all?” “Not very likely, it moves as far as I know” Aloran answered. “Uhm, not wanting to disappoint anyone here but believe me when I say that illusions can become quite real including sounds and smell. I got a friend that specializes in illusions and you would be hard pressed to tell if what he can create is real or not.” Rion stroke back his hood to get better sight in the gloom. “Actually I would propose you contact your friends and get him use his battlewizards to try dispel the dragon. It would not hurt.” Aloran nodded in agreement before concentrating. “Should be done soon now.” Then the cave entrance ceased to exist.
“Uhm, timer ‘Longfingers’?” “Yep, Raffraff, a timer. Entirely mechanical I think. I would have been proud to know the constructor of such a devious trap I tell ya. Just so that I could bash his face into his stomach of course for making so much trouble.” Raffraff turned to the others that stood waiting. “The trap was probably triggered by our weight as soon as we entered and, slowed so that when we had gone deep enough it would close behind us or if we retreated before that we could not get in again." “Doesn’t seem so very smart a thing to do to me” said Ash. “No, it is not the most effective thing to do. What troubles me is that the constructor of this trap was able to make such a thing in the first place. Maybe that it was just to make it clear to us that he were.” The group discussed that possibility a moment. “Now, what answer did Altiaran have for us?” Jareth looked at Aloran expectantly as he noticed the other paladin ended the mental transmission.
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“Wizards! Make anti magic shells!” Altiaran swung his hand forward pointing to the battlefield. At his command the line of magicians trod forward starting to chant in unison. “Cavalry! Ready!” The elven prince pumped his hand up and down as soon as the wizards ended their spell. Then he spurred his horse into a steady trot in front of the line. The wizards tread back starting with the formulas that would transport them to a more convenient place to make their magic count. Then the knights charged into the field. As soon as they came into spellrange fireballs and lighting began falling like hail towards the charging riders only to be dissolved as soon as they hit the invisible wall of anti magic. That would not help when they came out of the spells range though. Hopefully they would be close enough that that didn’t matter. Altiaran readied his lance he noticed the other two paladins did the same further down the line. So close they did not have to concentrate to maintain a mental link. The men followed their examples.
With a thunderous clash the knights raced into the enemy flank. The new magic, the anti magic shell, seemed to function very well. New magic was researched all the time on both sides. Those with the best magic would win the day and right now it certainly seemed that they had the upper hand. The enemy front line seemed ready to collapse. “Nathorant! The foot now!” Altiaran snapped up the mental command to the seventh to swear the oath. Nerim judged right. They would need the foot. The knights had to drop their lances and wield battleaxes and swords to keep the enemies at bay now the charge had ended.
“Peace!” the warcry from the foot made Altiaran loose his concentration a moment enough so that the swing of an enormous ogre made him topple from his horse. It was a good horse, Altiaran hoped it would have the wits to run away from the field. He looked for his axe and noticed it a few yards away. Instinctively he raised his hand just in time to catch the blow from the ogres club as the brute tried to finish him vile he was down. He felt his arm snap as a twig. Desperately he tried to raise his left hand with the shield but it had somehow got caught under his body so he had to raise his right hand once again the pain sung as he felt the bonesplints go through the skin and hit the plates that covered it. He noticed clearly the big red dragon flying high over the ground. He could almost feel its gaze as it watched the big ogre raise his hand once again grinning triumphantly. “Rasok, the one that kills paladin! Rasok get promotion! Die!” The club began its swing downwards but dropped from its hands as the hoofs of the heavy horse hit him in the head with full momentum. The horse had not run away and strangely saved him from death. “Yes, Goddess. It is wise, a mount for each of your paladins with special powers. I thank You for Your kindness, I will call the horse Sirak, it means a brave warrior fighting for the light in the language of the first ones”. The elven prince smiled weakly, pain beginning to overcome him his sight becoming hazy as he drifted into darkness. He noticed the horse stood over him ready to protect him.
“Altiaran! “ The voice from Aloran many miles away woke him just before he lost his conchiousness. He noticed the foot had driven away the enemy. The broad back of Nathorant Akmartoth could be seen as he directed the foot from his place on his large black stallion, steadily driving them back. He listened, strained to get the message through the fog of pain. His eyes sought out the dragon high up in the sky once again. “Goddess give me your strenght” he drew upon the power filling him, his strength increasing and his thoughts getting clearer. He managed to free his shield arm and scrambled to his feet.
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“The dragon is not there, and we do not know how long since we lost him. “ Aloran gave his report with a grave voice. “Probably right after the rockslide. “Well then we know were to find him. Great, then we kill him!” Ash turned on his heel and began marching deeper into the mountain.
Raffraff, scanned the ground and walls for traps as he moved quickly through the tunnel. Rion had made him invisible so that he could scout the way. One place he bent down to the floor and removed a tripwire before moving on further. Soon he could sense a large cave in front of him, the weak echo telling of a wast chamber. A stream of light descended down from the roof lighting the middle of the chamber. The halfling goggled at the sight of the large treasure lying there. The only thing that kept him from running forward to the heap of gold was the large dragon that slept on top of it and the possibility of traps. A strong odour of sulphur filled the air and made him gag as he crept forward for a closer examination. He snapped a gold coin and drew back to tell the others.
They concurred on a strategy were they surrounded the dragon then the one in front would wake him. From there on it depended on the actions of the dragon of course. Soon they spread silently into the room, weapons ready. The Two magicians would stand hidden, as they were most vulnerable and not very useful in a close fight. Daevig followed with a sword in his hand close after the three paladins that would stand in front. The two priests would take the flanks together with Ash. Raffraff and “Longfingers” took the back.
Lutriandil rapped the dragon over its snout with his axe, his mouth opening in the same instant to bid it yield. He stumbled a step forward as the axe passed through the dragon. Somewhere in the darkness further in the cave someone laughed loudly. “Serious shit!” ‘Longfingers’ mumbled right before the dragon hit him with a taillash that made him cross the distance to the cave entrance much faster and in a higher altitude than when he came the other way.
In the first few moments of the ensuing battle the chaos was total. The two thieves both went down, mangled but living from the taillash. The ensuing breath attack hit the two attacking priest right in the front with a burning thunderous geyser of flame before they had a chance to reach him with their weapons and flattened Daevig and Ash to the ground. The stream of black fire that engulfed the dragon from the hands of Rion left it unscathed as it rebounded and fizzled harmlessly as did Tariels lightning bolt. Considering the magicians a minor treat he turned to the three paladins.
“Line! Draw!” Lutriandil shouted the commands as he began to follow his own example. As they formed a battleline the armours and weapons began to glow soon creating a glowing aura around them extending about 20 feet around each. They crosses their axes in the air then they really began to glow, soon the entire cave was filled with a soft light. “Vita!” as one they rushed forward, Lutriandil straight forward, the two others spreading out on the sides to avoid more than one getting hit from the dragons breathweapon.
The dragon released a cone of crackling cold against Jareth that had almost reached its flank. The magic dissolved as soon as it hit the paladin’s aura. The next moment two axes drew streaks of green blood in the sides of the dragon. Lutriandils axe was caught by an invisible force that ripped it from his hands, so that he had to hide behind his shield as the great claw descended. It hit hard striking the elf to the ground luckily unharmed but shaken. Surprise showed clearly on the dragon as the fallen paladin called his axe back to his hand and hit it hard in the foot that was trying to pine him into the ground. It did not let that distract it however as it managed to avoid the next attacks by the two other paladins with a surprising stealth for its size.
The counterattack from the dragon came surprising as it suddenly disappeared only to emerge in the air a bit further in the cave. Before they reached him he opened his mouth spewing fire that engulfed Aloran and Jareth leaving them writing on the floor. Lutriandil managed to come close enough to hit the dragon as the fire ebbed out. The power of the blow made the axe sink far into the chest of the dragon.
“Puny being! You are dead!” The dragon roared with rage as it rushed forward. Lutriandil managed to avoid parts of the attack, but got hit in his shield arm numbing his hand. The still standing paladin threw the axe against the dragon as it rushed forward again ready to finish its work. The battleaxe hit in the snout the entire blade buried deep into the flesh. Rion could be glimpsed as he prepared something on the cavefloor behind the dragon. Tariel seemed to have disappeared as the two thieves.
Hoping the missing magician and the two thieves were going to do something Lutriandil decided to buy some time. He drew his broadsword and stormed the dragon, his nimble elven body able to avoid the next roaring flames that rushed out of the dragon’s mouth. Aloran and Jareth again on their feet after laying hands on themselves joined the attack and drove the dragon backwards towards Rion that was nearly finished drawing a large pentacle traced in a blue powder. As the dragon crossed its borders invisible walls closed around it. A loud "hizz" could be heard as it discovered the trap. “Smart! Human you are nonetheless no match for me. Know that the opening word you decided upon is ‘doom’. You are dead!” The new spell Rion had begun finished as the dragon tried to swallow the magician whole. Just before the jaws closed around him they hit a forcewall that made the dragon stagger backwards, blue energy crackling around it a while until it released his hold “Battleleaders! Move” Daevigs shout came from the air above as he dived in his dragon form towards the larger dragon. Shared and mangled flesh could be seen covering the entire body of the silver as he opened his mouth and engulfed the red in frost. The larger dragon shook his body turned and made a gesture with his frontclaw and something invisible caught the smaller dragon in the throat starting to strangle him. The psionic attack was interrupted as the three bruised paladins attacked it with renewed frenzy.
The dragon escaped the attacks by another teleport that brought it almost to the cave entrance. There it released another gout of flame. This time Lutriandil was not fast enough and the two others already weakened by their wounds had not chance at all. “Crisp food tastes best”. The dragon closed in on the three paladins that miraculously seemed still to be alive. “You will have plenty of time dying until I am finished with you” The dragon giggled gleefully at the prospect of torture. Aloran rolled over and began slowly to rice. “Vita…give me strength!” His body shook as the power filled him. Lutriandil slowly raised his head calling for his axe and started to crawl slowly towards the dragon. He would die in battle.
Suddenly the dragon gasped his eyes widening and then gasped once again. Something invisible was attacking him and they hit well. It started to flail blindly after the invisible opponent. As it snapped frantically after the invisible enemy another suddenly appeared out of thin air behind it. Raffraff stabbed his shortsword into the dragon’s side so the blade stood to the hilt. Then he ran. The dragon in his fury forgot the other opponent it could not see and raced after the halfling. This time Tariel’s lightning broke through the dragon’s magic resistance. Turning towards the now visible elven magician the red prepared its breathweapon, but as it was to release it, breath rushed out from his lounges as another short sword and then a dagger stabbed it in its soft underbelly.
Confused with pain it stopped its rush. The lesser ones were actually hurting him. Should it teleport out? No this was his lair and his treasure. He would win yet. Then Alorans axe cleaved into his neck.
“Are they alive?” Ash kneeled beside the two priests. “Barely” Jareth did not look up as he used his last healing spell. “They will survive.” At his words Asrith then Nira moved. The elven priest groaned as she raised her head then let it fall again. Ash raised and walked over to the dragon. “Ye were a big ugly lizard” he kicked it hard with his steelclad boot. Strangely the dragon shook. Then the large chest rose, once, then again. Ash stared in wonder then he noticed the wounds were slowly closing. “Hey! It’s alive!” he shouted as he limped towards the dragons head with his hammer raised to kill it again. All the while soot fell from his body in large flakes as his clothes smouldered.
“Magicians, have you got an idea how to kill it?” Aloran stared at the others that were stadily choping the dragon into little pieces. Sometimes a limb would twist and slowly begin regenerating again. “Well Battleleader. I certainly have not seen anything like it before. I am sure it would regenerate even if the tiniest little piece were left.” Rion looked at Tariel if the fellow magician had something to say. “If we trapped it somehow it would teleport or use its psionics to get away. The only way I can see is to trap it so that magic abilities does not work.” “And in a way he can not break free with strength either” Rion continued the others thoughts.
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“Dragon, for your crimes against the people of the world you are hereby the prisoner of the Paladinus Lux. We will guard your prison and ensure that you never are let loose on the world again. Your claws, strength or magic can not break your chains. The dwarven people have designed the chains, elven magicians enchanted them, gnomes mined the mithril to make it, halflings brought it here, and humans will guard it. Know that your treasure is divided amongst the races to pay for some of the wars destruction. Know that all the races of the alliance forever condemn your crimes and since death can not reach you, they have judged you to the worst punishment of all. An eternity of imprisonment behind your own cave walls never to smell fresh air, taste food or have joy again from now and forever.” Grandmaster Lutriandil turned on his heels tightly followed by the rulers of the races and walked up into the newly built Hall of the Goddess. Daeavig followed close after casting a cold glance at the red as he closed the door. Behind him the ground shook as the red dragon tried to get free once again. Soon after the door began to burn and the roar of the frustrated dragon could be heard as it spewed fire all over.