| And finally the discussion is winding down, and Fred finally asks what
has been bothering him and Astra.
"Sigin," Fred begins slowly. "It's now revealed…..at least to us, what
you really are."
"Aye, this is true." the man says, wondering where this is going.
"Since that's true," Astra cuts in. "How is it that you are helping
us? Not that we MIND, really, but……"
"But thee was wondering what the crazy dragon was doing," Sigin chuckles.
"As in why the apparent defiance of the Council of Wyrms?"
"He isn't really," grins Synizn, tail wagging to show the happy mood
it's owner was in. "He is just paying off a blood debt…..and since the
Council hasn't gone and annulled those Obligations….."
"And while I'm ACTUALLY doing this a favor for an old friend," Sigin
continues. "Those old farts need not know the truth….nor would they believe
it even if they did hear the truth. The Council…..doesn't have much stock
in sanity. Magic and might, yes! Sanity….no."
As the humans try to swallow the latest glimpse into the bizarre arena
of dragon politics, little Theresa begins to bawl…..quickly followed by
the rest of the brood! The little tykes feel something scary is about to
happen, and are screaming in fright!
"What's the matter?" Astra says as she tries to calm the children.
Suddenly, she feels a chill crawl up her spin, and turns to see the
others are experiencing the same things she is. Synizn's ears are perked
up in agitation and his fox tail is fluffed out like some type of thissle
bush….in other words every hair on his tail is standing on end!
A second of horrid sensation…..as if dragged sideways through
a swimming pool filled with rancid jello, and suddenly humans, dragon in
human form, and demi-fox find themselves staring at the backsides of a
group of humanoid animals….and a man in green and brown. The stunned group
barely register the fact that it's very dark here….and the décor
is decidedly ghastly….in an edritch….non-Eculidian way……
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gurgling scream pierces the darkness.....
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