Log:BB: Fragment Recovery II

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May 3, 2015 Broken Blade: Fragment Recovery II Kyson, Korra, Kira and Cesran (GM) Kingdom of Rune


In the other cavern Kyson will first smell a mixtures of smells, acid, with spell components, smoke and rot. It's a chamber about 30 feet wide and long, circular shaped. To the left is a workshop that that has all bottles and potions, along with everything you need to scribe scrolls and enchant items. Towards the back is a small to medium sized pile of gold and silver, and some copper. Precious gems and some items can also be seen. The pile is in a shallow pool of water, no more then 1-3 inches deep. On top of that pile is a small blackness. As Kyson enters the blackness shifts and it's catlike green eyes open and pin him down with their stare. In an almost purring sibilant voice it speaks in common, "How nice of Master Kib to let me have something to play with..."

A grimace rises from her lips as Korra stares at Kyson, shaking her head as she moves quickly after. "Be *careful*..." she begins, words trailing off as she hears that sibillant voice, eyes narrowing once more as green eyes gleam. "Because there might be something else," she adds, raising her blade as she moves to the young adept's side. One eyes chases to the pile, drawing back reluctantly; she stares at those burning eyes, the first, most obvious potential threat. Caution in all things!

Kira is checking on the remaining kobold when Kyson moves in ahead into the next room. "Yes, be care-" A voice. One that doesn't sound very nice. She finishes her check and moves after to the next room. "And you shouldn't go alone..."

Kira also offers, a little late but still polite, "Hello" to the... whatever it is that's there.

Kyson pauses upon entry to the room, his eyes scanning over the contents and then affixing upon the source of the voice. With an eyebrow raised in question, he bows before the 'blackness' in a quasi-polite gesture and shifts his weight from one foot to the other; waiting for it to strike or speak.

A kobold head pops up from the work bench and a robed kobold comes running out to get in front of the adventurers and the pile of coins and the black shape on top, "Stop...stop right there, no need to step any further." She says holding out a wand that looks like it was made from a stick that's been broken in a couple of places and tied back together with bits of cloth, "You are in the presence of her Magnificientness, Haladraxia, scourge of this swamp." The kobold bows low to the black shape who's green eyes look down upon the kobold, "Mmm thank you Mims. What do you intruders want?"

Korra holds her blade, silvery shield curved in caution. She glances between the bright eyes and the kobold, glancing against to Kyson as she pauses. "Your game," she aside quietly to him, staring at the dark eyes with narrow intent.

Kyson turns his attention to the presence of the robed kobold and speaks plainly, "I have come to recover that which has been thirded - shards of a long sword's blade which I believe may have been collected and brought here." The tone is informative without being acusatory - something akin to a teacher's voice when offering a lecture. "Naturally, her Magnificientness would not want 'rubbish' like that around. I wish simply to reclaim the items and return them to my ah...family. For honor's sake, you understand..."

"We didn't mean to intrude," Kira apologizes and informs. "We didn't know anyone would be in this place, or even what this place was. We didn't mean to harm anyone, either. We're just looking for lost items, as he said."

The kobold nods her head a little bit, "Well yes I collect anything that I think her Magnificientness would like, often times anything that is shiny. I might have picked up a shard of a blade." The black shape gets up and prowls around the small pile that it was sitting on. It's easy to see in the light you brought in that it's black dragon, a young black dragon though. "Why should I give you anything in my horde I would be willing to trade you for it. How much would you say that this blade shard is worth to you?" The dragon asks as she eyes the adventurers and then focuses on Kira, "What do you mean harm anyone? Who did you harm?"

Korra doesn't close her eyes, but the twitch-- the wince. Cutious, she moves to keep herself between dragon and young mage, shield braced before her. "Be clever!" she advises Kyson quietly, shaking her head. "The sooner we end this, the sooner we can move away."

Korra doesn't close her eyes, but the twitch-- the wince. Cutious, she moves to keep herself between dragon and young mage, shield braced before her. "Be clever!" she advises Kyson quietly, shaking her head. "The sooner we end this, the sooner we can move away."

Kira shakes her head. "I harmed no one, your Magnificentness." Now she nods. "It would be fair for us to offer something in trade. What would you trade the sword shard for?"

The Wizardling glances back to Kira and then back to the young Black before him. "Your magnificence, I believe what my friend is describing is the...uh... 'exercise' that we afforded your servants in your antechamber." Pausing only for enough time to draw a breath he adds, "...And I can say that your followers do your name a great honor. It was all that we could muster to pass by them and approach you to seek your benevolence." For a common-born apprentice, Kyson seems to know how to slather on the charm with a wide brush. Treating the dragon, for he has never met one of her kind before, as an honored Master of the academy, he is mindful of lowering his gaze and rarely bringing his tone to a point where it could be seen as 'rude'. Manners. Manners above all, his mother once taught him. Still holding his carved staff in his hand, the top of which emblazoned with a gout of blue-white fire, he takes a second, quick look around the room to see what kind of light sources they might have - hoping that he might find something to lever against what he wants.

Haladraxia's tail wiggles as she thinks, "Mims come here." The Kobold comes closer and the two whisper in conference together. Finally the dragon pulls away and the kobold names Mims speaks up, "1000 gold pieces..." "Or a giant diamond." The dragon adds in and looks at the adventurers to see what their counter offer will be.

Manners. Korra remembers them, in the same thought and breath as the curtsey, as eating with the proper salad fork, as hiding behind a fan and 'tittering' appropriately... She exhales, shivering as she braces her gaze back. Better to face dragons than be submitted to such horrid things again! Finishing schools... *shiver!* She glances at Kyson, cautious... and curious to what the counteroffer will be.

Kira looks to Kyson, now, too. She doesn't know what anyone else has to offer in trade, but she has very little.

"Giant is a difficult term to understand, your magnificence. A diamond the sized of an apple is worth far more than a paltry thousand gold. Besides - wouldn't you want something more...substantive?" His legs start to get the nervous twitch he's known to get, as many other apprentices acquire when standing before their masters, and he has to move. His pacing is in a small line back and forth - no further into the room than where he originally stood, but definitely enough room for him to 'walk and talk' a bit. "A large jewel would be valueable, yes - but also just as easily lost. Why not," he suggests," ask for something more meaningful? More impressive..."

"Like your...name." The apprentice adds after a somewhat dramatic pause.

The Kobold looks at Kyson curiously, "What do you mean like her name? She gives you her name already." The dragon looks skeptical, "I don't think they have any gold. I don't think they want the blade piece at all, which is good because I wasn't too keen on giving it up. It's mine in my horde." The black dragon flops on her horde and stretches out on it. Some coins drop down towards the bottom and the black tail scoops them up before they hit the bottom.

Kira can respond to that, and with a pleasant smile. "No, I do have some gold, but I don't think I have the thousand you asked." Her smile dims some in regret at that. "We do want the shard. That's why we came out here to search for it."

Kira doesn't understand the offer, but maybe Haladraxia does. She looks back to the dragon to see how their arrangement is going so far.

Korra bites down on her tongue, bladetip quivering. She is bound, determined *not* to laugh at the sitatuon. Deadly serious, and still--- humourous in its own, odd way! "Or we could bring books," she suggests, half in jest. "I'm certain a half-decayed swamp in the middle of nowhere is just clamoring for intellectual stimulation!"

"She might not want to be feared?" Kira offers to Kyson, a little unsure now that she understands what he meant. "She seems like a very nice dragon..." She looks to Haladraxia and smiles. "The first I've ever met. I don't think I have as much as you asked, but I can offer you what I have..." Kira pauses to take a step back so she doesn't interrupt more talking and pulls out a pouch to start counting coins.

Haladraxia ponders a little bit as she rakes the coins she's laying on with her claws. "Hmm, I would like that a song about me that yes people should fear me. Sing a song for me right now about how I will be feared and make it a good one. If I'm impressed you can have the blade shard...if not...I get to eat you. Sounds fair? You two can help him your singing better be good." The kobold hmms, "I don't know your Magnificientness...we could use the gold." The dragon huffs, "Nonsense we can get more gold. I want a song."

Korra stares, utterly caught off guard. *Sing?!* She opens her mouth, closing it again, glancing at Kyson with a long, *long* glance. "I couldn't carry a tune in a bucket!" she whispers, panicking. Music. Song. Performance in front of an *audience*. She'd rather face the dragon!

Kira finishes her counting just in time to have her guesses proven wrong? "Oh..." On the bright side, she knows what's in her coinpurse, at least. Kira puts it back away and purses her lips. "I don't know much about singing, but I can try." After a pause, she adds, "But I can't let you eat him. A life isn't a fair trade for anything."

Kyson turns, in his ever-pacing stride and gives the two companions a glance that is somewhere between panic and confusion. Pace. Pace, "Oh yes, of course," he mutters trying to bide time to think of something, "...a song. A wonderful idea your excellency." His eyes fall to the ground as he walks and yet he still tries to think of how to come up with a song that would be the 'doom' of a dragon with a name like hers. How does one rhyme anything with Hala-drax-ia? "In the language of the elves?" he muses to himself and shakes his head a second after, dismissing the idea entirely. Pace. Pace. Pace. Then he stops as though he smacked into a brick wall. With an oddly confident and almost mischievious look to his face he turns to the two women behind him and whispers something quietly. "Just humm along until you get it...it's simple."

Turning to face the dragon, the wizard bows deeply and takes a deep breath. The 'song' that comes out of his mouth is something of a dirge, a lament. It's not so much sung as it is spoken with a lyrical tone to one's voice. It's one of those things that people would start off with one singer, and then others would join slowly - adding their voices to the chorus. The song, an aberration of a traditional funeral dirge, should be known to most from around Alexandria and, if not, the words are quick to pick up.

"I see the darkness...beyond the mountain..." he begins.

"I see the black of night...beyond the trees."

"Hail the lady of doom...daughter of Draconia." The first part is a bit shakey but he starts to stamp the butt of his staff into the floor of the chamber as though he needed something to provide a sort of tempo. "Burner the towns and the villa, behold the glory of ... Haladraxia" he has to stumble to get that name to fit within the melody but it's a close approximation.

The rest of the song seems to be repeating the first two lines and then adding in some description of a great deed that some dragon might do: burning things, eating things, destroying things - it's a fairly simple melody. Slowed down and sung with a bit so that nearly everyone could follow along.

"I don't try to offend.." Kira gets out only that much before Kyson starts the song. She listens for the melody and words, waiting for the second obvious repeat of refrain before she tries to join in. She's grateful that Kyson picked something familiar in melody and slow, simple words.

Korra lowers her blade, tip first into the stony mud of the cavern earth. Shield still at ready, she.... sings. In a sense. Humming along the with the words of the tune, voice more confident as she follows along. Kyson's game; Kyson's plan-- and with a silent plea to unseen stars that everything go well!