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"We've upheald our end of the bargain," Ferzoz said matter-of-factly, staring down at the tall plainsman.
Rijeka nodded his head, "And so you have. And so to shall we hold up our end of the bargain. While the goblins, hobgoblins and Draconians fight amongst each other, my people will hunt them down while they're disorganized... but I also promised that my people would help provide lumber to repair your ship and we shall do so."
In the nights that followed, Rijeka and his people cut down tree after tree, carving it down, with the help of those aboard the ship, all too eager to leave an island that they'd just seen a blue dragon leaving - knowing the possibility that it would soon return was all too real - and after witnessing the terror and destruction wrought by the blue dragons during the assault on Haligoth, none were too eager at the notion of being stuck in a crippled ship.
Tharrom shook his head, one night, after hard labor. "We can't just leave."
"What do you mean?" Ronlyn asked, turning to face the Cleric of Gilean.
"They need our help," Tharrom gestured to Rijeka's people. "They've lost everything already to the dragons and their armies. The Draconians are scattered without a leader. We could make a difference. We could help them fight these scattered forces."
"To what end?" Feroz growled. "When do we stop fighting these Draconians?"
Tharrom was silent.
Arrigus who was peering into the crackling flames of the campfire on the beach, said, without looking up, "If Takhisis wins this war, and we have not stood our ground, it will already be too late." The flames danced in the reflection of his eyes. "All of our gods, whether good," he looked up at Ketharion, "nuetral," his eyes moved to Tharrom, "or evil," his gaze returned to the fire, "they will all be slaves to Her dark will."
Thalia stood up, crossing her furred arms in front of her chest. "I was abducted and taken by them, as were others from my Prowl."
"Prowl?" Tycus asked.
"My kin," Thalia shrugged.
"Like a tribe?" Braid asked.
"I suppose, yes," Thalia nodded. "I was taken - as were others. Many people stripped from their homes and families. I was meant to be sold as someone's amusement. Their pet. We can not let such actions go unpunished. I feel a swell of anger in me - a zealot rage that hungers in me and will not be quenched until justice is done. The damage they've done can not be undone, but justice can be delivered, one slain draconian and ogre and a time."
Braid stood up next. "Can we fight these Draconians? Please? What she said makes me sad. I want to cry for all the people they've hurt."
"We'd best fight," Arrigus said, from the shadows of his cowl. "None of us wants to hear a kender wimpering until we agree to this."
Feroz, who was a born fighter, but wanted nothing more with the fight, and wanted to get off the island threw his arms in the air. "Fine. We fight. But then we're getting off this damn island."
Ronalyn turned to see a woman of great beauty, mulling through the tribe of Wemitowuk.
"Who is she?" Ronalyn asked.
"That is Nelakne," Rijeka explained. "She was once a guardian of our true home, Qué-Theh. But the arrival of the Draconians destroyed our home and the grove she called home."
Feroz turned to Rijeka. "We will join your tribe and help drive these Draconias from this island."
"There are three commanders," Rijeka explained, "though their Dragon Highlord has been defeated - these three Draconian Commanders weild great strength to pull the Draconians back together until a new Dragon Highlord arrives. If we can slay them or drive them from the island, it is unlikely that the Blue Dragon Highlord would return, and if they did we would be better prepared. They only won initially because they had taken us by surprise. Dragons were a myth, unseen and unheard of. Now we know those legends are real. And things that are real can bleed and be slain."
"Tell me about these commanders," Feroz said.
"There are three of them," Rijeka replied, "from what we've gathered. Zorak is a Fighter, and what the others have called a Bozak Draconian. There is another, a Sivak Draconian named Koraza, who wears robes like this one," he pointed to Arrigus who sneered. "She is a wizard. The last one is the religious one, and perhaps the leader of the other two - it is a Baaz Draconian named Thraxus."
The night of the siege against the Draconias and their scattered forces seemed ill-fated almost immediately. A strong wind whipped all around, making it difficult to see - common on the islands, which were susceptible to tropical storms. Rijeka led his men along side the others, fighting their way through scattered goblins, hobgoblins and Draconians, along with an occasional Ogre.
It'd been a long week of battling, sometimes losing ground, sometimes gaining ground; but eventually they breached the port base which the Draconians had established, and had managed to chase the three Draconian leaders to ship. The three commanded the rest of the scattered forces to stop those pursing them and had bought them enough time to escape on the ship. But they managed to breach the forces, capture one of the remaining two ships, and begin giving chase to the Draconian Commanders. But the commanders had a headstart and their ship quickly vanished into the night seas.
Most of the Draconians were slain in the rebellion that had taken place, many of the goblins, hobgoblins and Ogres fled into the surrounding land, their forces destroyed. Rijeka swore that he and his people would hunt them down. The others decided they would take one of the Blue Dragon Army ships, and leave their previous ship to the survivors of Haligoth to take and set sail with.