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[Chevaleresse]

Caderyn instinctively slides backward at the roar, though only by an inch or two. "It depended on the story. Most of the princess-eating ones breathed fire, and yeah, the guy who dealt with the dragons was always lauded. I won't lie, most of them would have you think that dragons weren't up for much more than killing people. There was always something consistent between the stories, though, they were always the kings and queens of nature. Regal, powerful, that kind of thing. And smart, definitely smarter than most of the people they encountered.

I don't remember hearing a lot about frost dragons. I guess it's more exciting to tell a story about how you killed a terrible monster than about a kind being making way for some idiot who wandered too far into the wilderness either way, though. Still, I'd say I'm pretty lucky to have met one, even if you do decide to kill me now." His tone is oddly lacking in the abject terror one might expect, though he clearly doesn't think he's sitting in the tavern still.

[Sanure]

"You are quite smart for a human. When humans tell their children stories, it is better to tell them of how a human slayed the terrible monster that threatened their existence. They let fear turn us into the monsters for their stories. We were bigger, so they would see us brought low. We were stronger, so they would hobble us. We were kinder, so they turned us into monsters." Sol seems to be getting angrier, and yet, a hint of sadness to her voice.

[Chevaleresse]

"People like to set themselves up. I should know. Well, they don't like to set themselves up so much as be above stuff. If you can't climb up then all you can do is tear whatever and whoever's around you down. It's sad, really, but I guess that's just how we are. Damn shame, too, if you were all as nice as you say. Definitely doesn't sound like you're all the type to go burning down- well, freezing, I guess it'd be- villages and such. Still. . ."Caderyn attempts to pull himself to his feet, but his wounds, aggravated by the biting cold, seem to be impeding him, and he slides back down to his knees with a curse. "Damn. If you're about to pay us back for our lies, I'd at least like to be able to face you on my feet."

[TheBiggerFish]

"They were that nice, Caderyn.  My stories come from my ancestors.  They were there.  They saw.  And while there are so few of them remaining, those of the winter evergreen, they remember.  I learned their lore, I, too, know.  Know how they fought us in their fear, how we fell, the frostblight upon the trees.

We are still charged to fight to save, to restore the balance.  I am charged to heal this wound to the Great Tree, the life we are all part of.  This is why I am here.  I know now.  I am here to help you."

[Nakéen]

Taros wakes up, half-stunned and the head in pain. Just in time to witness Caderyn conversing with the angry Ice Dragon.

He wobbles back on his feet, and says :
"Dragon, it is not too late. Death is not the way to salvation."

[Sanure]

"Yes. I am aware of human ambition and narcissism quite well. My entire race. My beloved. My children. I searched for them after I reawoke. Looked for them. I found only corpses and trophies!" Then Niamh.

"Your people did naught but spread arrogance and misunderstanding! They intervened in a slaughter only leading the humans to become more agressive! Your blighted forests were your own fault, or would you as well blame my kind for the frostblight?!"

"Salvation?! What use do I have for salvation?! I am the last of my kind, forced by humans to accept that truth! There is no salvation for me!" She roars again.

[Chevaleresse]

Caderyn shakes his head, talking to himself. "At least I saw a dragon before I died, right? Talked with one even."[/color] He looks up and meets the dragon's gaze without flinching. "I suppose repaying kindness with death leads to this eventually. It's what any human would do: take revenge, abandon kindness for those that threw it into their face. Do your worst; I couldn't fight you, even if I wanted to."

[Nakéen]

"There is, because you are the last of your species. You must live in memory of those who disappeared."

Then Taros adds:
"There is something you may not know, but not all stories of Humans and Dragons tell of heroes vanquishing beasts. In my hometown, there was the legend telling of the love between a human hero and a dragon. Dragons of legends were never seen as malevolent beings from whence I come."

[Shadestyle]

"Dragon, look upon me and see divinity itself, My cohorts and I are more than capable of aiding you.  There is none among man nor reality that would defy a goal backed by myself."

Browfen sees the majestic beast, and knows that it will clearly see in him the imprisoned godhood that he seeks.

[TheBiggerFish]

"By all the gods, would you cease your ego complex while I think?  Go!  Begone!

...My apologies."

Niamh prods Browfen out the door before carefully stepping to the center.  She leans heavily upon her staff.

"...

...

...Taros, Caderyn, Lillian, Browfen, go from here.  It is my people that failed both humans and the ice dragons.  I do not want you to take upon yourself... *cough* a blame and penance that is ours to bear.  Go.  Go.  Go.

...I have no more to say.  I, we, we all, have failed, and I am to blame for it.  I offer myself to you, in exchange for leaving them, and the others, be.  Not harming them unless they attack first.  And I charge you, Taros, Lillian, Caderyn, Browfen especially, all of you, to not avenge me.  I would not wish this sacrifice to be mooted by violence.

...At least my last sight will be something of beauty.

Go.  Go.  Before...Whatever happens, happens.  I give myself for you.  Go."

Niamh throws her staff and sheathed dagger to Taros before falling to her knees, unable to stand properly in the icy, slippery cold with her current wounds or perhaps wishing to make one last prayer.

"Go.  Save yourselves, and leave me to face our sins.  Go.

Leave my atonement until they are gone.  Please."

[Sanure]

With a shudder and few neighs, the cart comes to a halt in front of a lone cabin, smoke pouring out of the chimney, "Seems she's still awake. That's good." Russel hops out of the cart then looks back at the group, "Now, you all best mind your manner around her and don't ask about her. She doesn't like people prying." The door to the cabin opens up, and a young woman walks out, purple wisps floating around her. Russel smiles at her and walks over to her picking her up in a hug, "Miyva, my sweet!" "Russel, my love, it's been far too long. What has kept you from your visit?" "Work in town. we recieved goods from the south. Ah, where are my manners. These young folks here came to visit you. Brought you the token of Lady Solynthir." He pulls the coin from his pocket and hands it to Miyva, "I see. Please, everyone, come inside. I have the medicine for her." Miyva heads inside, while russel waits for everyone else.

[Shadestyle]

Brofen shoves the aggressor to the ground.

"How dare you leaf monkey!"
He muscles back into the  limelight.

"Browfen, at your service."

[TheBiggerFish]

Niamh refuses to be shoved.

"Browfen.  This is below your stature.  Go."

She sounds incredibly weary.

[Sanure]

((Uh.... Shade I think you have wrong color?))

[kj1225]

Beorhtric shrugs and hops out of the cart. He pauses as he is next to Russel to turn and speak to him.
"Quite the beauty you have yourself."