Oh god, whew, every time I wrote a result someone else posted.
Anthramarux poked her new soft spots, sore but healed. She folded her hands and nodded.
"Thank you, Revered Mother. I am surely in your debt...I may find occasion to repay you on my way back, but for now, might you tell me how far Albreac is from here, and if there is a coach available? I surely will not risk walking..."
She faked a shudder, as it afraid.
"In fact, I am afraid the bandits who waylaid me, may still be tracking me...they will not suffer a witness, I fear. I must stay hidden, and keep my identity secret.
...Can I find sanctuary in your home until I find transportation onward, Mother? I promise to be a good house-guest to you." She asked hopefully.
((In a coach while being tracked by assassins? No offense, but I don't find that a very good idea!))
"No, no coaches come by our little town. It's out of the way. But there is John Donnon who always rides his horse to work in Yaevil. There's a coach there. You could convince him to bring you along."
"As for sleeping in my house... sorry, but there's only one bed. Besides, no offense, but I don't want anyone poking around my stuff. Of course, I'm sure there are plenty of young men around here who can't resist a young lady. I know there were in my time." She smiles slightly
Feeling very pleased with herself indeed, Merysta strolled right past the dead rat to continue exploring.
You stroll past the giant dead rat. [5][3][6]: You find ANOTHER blank room, a room filled with
scorching fire, and another room with a...
thing in it. It's something completely indescribable. It appears inanimate, though.
Noraiah nudged her father's side with her snout.
"Mother says many humans hate dragons. Why did one help me?"
Ask, then if received an answer, ask if I can personally visit a nearby town.
You ask father why the human saved you.
Father tells you that humans sometimes foolishly help their enemies. Your mother glares angrily at your father for a few seconds, before turning away and grumbling what you would guess are insults towards your father.
You then ask father if you could visit the town. He is quiet for several seconds, before telling you very seriously that you can go, if you're careful.
Considering Eridor didn't remember feeling any particularly huge jolts (as a fall from above the cave would have surely caused), he figured he probably came from inside the cave somewhere...
Enter cave, cautiously.
You enter the cave...
...It is very, very dark. And silent. Nothing seems to be around. Though there is thumping somewhere deeper in the cave.
Raikonai snorted in disgust again.
"Is there a faster way?"
"No." The mage says very blankly.
'Hmm...' Thought Jaydenhal, as he began to read the next page.
Less short explanations: What is magic.
Magic is raw energy given by Olden. More specifically, raw energy that has been 'run through' various elements or items of the world before it's been given to us. The energy originates from Olden himself. Or at least he says so. How much energy he has in himself, and how much returns to him, is unknown, but he has said that there is no foreseeable end to magic in the next 'trillion' years.
Of course, you never see raw magic often when people cast spells. That's because the caster pulls in only specific kinds of magic that have been run through the correct element or item, then subconsciously uses his/her body to purify it using his/her own body's (non magical) energy, then the caster finally shoots out the spell.
*There is a drawn picture here showing the various stages of magic, it takes up the rest of the page*
Kin stared back at the farmer. Maybe he did it all wrong? Maybe these humans and probably even dwarves didn't value beauty the same way a dragon did. He thought of changing his tactics after one other try.
"So you are saying that 'you' don't need it, but maybe your mate would appreciate some of these scales as a gift? Or you could resell it to someone who could use it?"
He looks slightly annoyed. "Look, my wife doesn't need it nor would she find any use for it. We are farmers, not nobles, and she looks pretty enough already. And no, I'm not reselling. People would believe me even less than you."
"If you want to buy some food, I will only accept gold or a tool I do not have already that I need. Not something that I have no use for." He says, in a determined way.