And Beanchubbs acts, and now to the east of the dwarven mountains lie a fertile island. Plants begin to sprout, and animals begin to immigrate. The intelligent races yet avoid the place, knowing that a dragon sleeps underneath, but trade once again begins to run along the coast. On the ocean floor near the crystal tower, the corpse of Orlaf is mostly buried, only top parts of the armored form sticking out of the ocean floor.
The dwarves were not really touched by the cataclysm. A few tunnels collapsed, killing those within, but they were guilty of shoddy craftsmanship anyway. The stop in trade was only temporary. The greatest change is the magma filled gorge to the south. The conflict with the elves has stopped, and suddenly the army has nothing to do. Dwarven society slowly grinds to a thoughtful halt. The conflict with the elves had pretty much defined the dark dwarven society until this point. What now?
The seafaring elves fared slightly worse. The waves from the crashing dragons washed over their coastal villages. Few actually died, as most were ensconced in their solid tree dwellings with elemental mages to bend the waves, but quite a few docked boats got smashed. The elves began growing new ones, and their trade fleet slowly increased back to full strength.
Iwo was on the open sea when the dragons came down. The waters rocked his boat, but he was little touched by it otherwise. Finally he came to the place where he knew the beast he was seeking lived. Slitting his thumb, to get the blood running, Iwo leaps off the boat, and starts to sink.
At the same time, Lazleth has reached the Abyss of Desolation where the god Greenleaf gouged the ocean floor to create the moon. The ocean floor tapers off, and falls into a deep chasm. The walls of the chasm are white marble, seeming to glow as they reflect light coming down from the surface. Lazleth prepares to dive in, when he sees an elf descending from the surface.
Lazleth and Iwo meets, and determines that they are after the same creature, a whale that has grown to enormous size, having lived all through the first age of the gods, and now into the second. Together they dive into the Abyss, and soon come upon its sleeping form. Lazleth takes a swick from his canteen and Iwo squeezes some blood from his finger, and together they begin to influence the water around them, Iwo making the large strokes, and Lazleth taking care of the details. The pair becomes as if though invisible. No waves are created from their passing, the light bends around them. Together they swim through the whale's mouth and down its gullet. The trip is nervewracking, and as they enter the stomach, they quickly split up to find their artifacts.
Lazleth finds the armor, and discovers its properties, as does Iwo with the staff. They try to exit again as silently as they came in, but Iwo has lost some blood by this point, and makes a mistake. When they are still in the whale's mouth, it awakens with a jolt. Sucking in water, Iwo and Lazleth are caught in the whirlstrom. Lazleth uses his armor, and suddenly the water and matter does not touch him, allowing him to swim out through the whale's head. Iwo seizes the power of the staff, and a jagged pain slashes up his arm, as he uses his blood magic to turn the entire water flow, spewing him out of the whale's mouth. The whale is confused at this point, but also quite angry, and prepares to assault the little gnat that has just floated from its mouth. Seizing the blood magic again, Iwo moves the water, and the whale with it, slamming whale into the Abyss wall, knocking it senseless. And then he faints from bloodloss. Lazleth appears again, and drags his compatriot to the surface, getting him up in the boat still rocking on the ocean waves.
Urist sees the dragons pass overhead, but does not know whether they are all the dragons there are. Still, they enormous size fills her with apprehension. Which she quickly shakes off. She may die at the claws of one of these beasts, but then it will be the will of Beanchubbs. Nothing she can do about it. Continuing westward, she arrives at the redwoods and find them to be empty. Or at least they seem empty. She could swear that the trees seemed to be moving more than usually when she wasn't looking, but that must have been her imagination, for none of them actually tried to eat her. Still, the walk was for nothing. Urist turns around and begins heading back east.
The crystal spire is still rocking from the dragon's death, when a dwarf suddenly jolts. He goes berserk, roaring and smashing all around him. Dwarves and cats recoil from him, and the maddened dwarf runs through the corridors, until he makes a wrong turn and plummets from an unfinished corridor to the ocean far below. The cat is left behind, confused about how its hold on the dwarf was suddenly lost.
ACTs100killer9: 1 ACTs
Beanchubbs: 2 ACT
Hillburra: 1 ACT
Geb: 1 ACTs
Greenleaf: 2 ACT
It should be noted that Urist has no chance of taking Jakore on alone. The dragon is larger than a mountain, clad in armor that can resist magma, and, oh ya, swimming around in magma, most of the time beneath the surface of it.
But what happened to the guardian naga? Did they all move away?
They still live in the bottom of the tower, near the surface. Their part of the spire was unaffected by the dragon's tail, though they did feel the tremors, and are aware of the damage.
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