un: flying high

[sansdoute]

( Irrespective of faction, enjoy a first-hand look at infamous Eidris dragon warlord Cain d'Ubiq — young-sounding, frazzled, distracted. Behind him, a rare martial dragon sprawls out. )

...hello? No one's spoken to me, I'm... I'm who they send. When it's... when everything's gone to... when there's a need for fire. I'm who they send. Cain d'Ubiq. I ride with Praxeus. ( The dragon peeks up a broad head, then calmly descends it. )

It was... the girl. The fair-haired one. She went to Remembrance. Didn't you? Winnie? Hello? Couldn't... couldn't stop laughing. So they remembered and — turns out more people with... interesting... passports entered Serthica when she did. You did. All of you. It's how we found — ...well. Well, I haven't told them. Him, Chrichter. He's... got a temper. You didn't help it, ruining his people's home. The walls. You took... where did they go? You took all of them? The dolls out of their house. He won't like that. But I think, if you're going to playing his game, there's something you should know.

( A sound between a bitter chuckle and a sob. ) ...no. You won't believe it if — ...no one does. You'll have to see. Some of you went with me, didn't you? Flying. I remember. You were... you didn't delay us. In the Sibilant Sands. Do you know why we call them that? When we flew together, we were lucky with the weather. Even though someone said it'd sour, it — sometimes, whirlwinds rise, and it sound like great hissing and — .

..look. 51.481° N, 3.4694° E. Go there. I've sent a few dragons to the ports. You'll find... bones. Fallen dragon bones. Hollowed. From the... from five years ago. You'll find them. They're always... there was no way. To take them back after the war, they were too heavy. And there are scales. Left over. Should be, one or two — ... at least one dragon eye. They turn almost to stone, when they've fallen. If you want to peek, take a scale. If you want to see... bring an eye back. It's all I'll say. You have to see it.

( ooc: Cain will answer here and there, but check out this handy post, if you want to take part in this optional quest. )

Comments

[bravelyrunsaway]

The passport records you used to trace after us.

[sansdoute]

I... I don't think. I don't believe he looked. Thought to look.

[bravelyrunsaway]

Where were those records, specifically? Do they have duplicates?

[sansdoute]

What am I supposed to... how is that... relevant? How is any of this — you don't even know what you're doing, you interfere with... you shouldn't have ruined his walls.

[bravelyrunsaway]

I would have advised the same, but after seeing the freaky walls, I was out of there.

Don't worry about relevance, you've people running to sift through bones to understand what you won't say direct. What lies beneath the citadel's skin, I suppose, love, and I can't expect anything that isn't rotting.

[sansdoute]

Skin...? The... the... you think it's... you can peel off the skin, if you want! Nothing's stopping you! Is it? Well, is it?

[bravelyrunsaway]

You actually want us to skin the city?

[sansdoute]

You're... you're putting words in... I don't... why are you mocking me?

[bravelyrunsaway]

Love, I barely understand what you mean, what is it we can pull back to see? Point me in a direction, I'll direct these people.

[sansdoute]

I've told you already. What to do. You do it — or you don't. I've told you where to go, I've told you.

[bravelyrunsaway]

Right, love, letting the one's who have the wings, loaned or otherwise, make the journey. Suppose we'll see.