Scales of Justice

Meanwhile...

Meanwhile…

Krog's retinue arrives at the dragon's war room. The orcish army forms up around the new structure that has become Morning on Crescent. 

Krog carries with him a large package, with a simple card that reads "To Knolan, my finest work. Signed, Fendarr." 

In the surrounding area, Knot Altimus plays a rousing Orcish song on his Son of Gibbs guitar to bring up the spirits of the Orcs. However, no amount of Death Metal takes their mind off the fact that they soon will face a larger and better equipped army…

Meanwhile… 

Howe pulls Haladorr Boro aside. "Son, after that whole mess with the ogres, I'm afraid I'm not going to be much help in this fight. Heck, some have even talked about putting me down after I got this bum leg. I told 'em to screw off and had another drink.

"So I wanted you to have something. See, my family's been looking after these woods for generations. In all this bruhaha, there's not going to be anyone looking after the forest and the animal life here. I'm sure you care about that more than any of these other guys. So I'm passing the honor of Warden of the Wood to you, and the appropriate Staff of office. Do your best, and good luck. Got anything to drink?"

Meanwhile… 

Mama Zerk grabs her two boys close to her, and squeezes as hard as she can. She doesn't know what's going to happen in these next few hours, but she's happy that she can see both her sons at least one more time. Draube Zerk and Grob Zerk show her around the rebuilt smithy, on the same location where their father's smithy was. They get to work providing extra weapons and armor for their side. With Draube's injuries, and Grob's inexperience, they can't stay on the front lines. And what else is there for two master blacksmiths to do in a war?

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Kyuzo the Silver and her son give audience to Zorgin’Skeet Rahban. The young electrum dragon immediately bounds over to the hobgoblin, and begins to nuzzle against him. How he's grown these past months, from egg to a young dragon. Kyuzo says that as the Illuminatar, he should have the honor of naming the child. As Kyuzo goes off to battle, she does not want her son involved. Zorgin is charged with taking care of the child, and he will prove an important ally in the upcoming fight…

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Eden the Copper sniffs around Dulin. "You still smell of her, and you desire to be like her burns in your mind. I can help with that. I can complete your transformation, but should I? What side will you chose? I have the feeling you will stick with us, but at the same time, I have gravely misjudged who I should trust before. Why should I give you this gift?"

Meanwhile…

A fleet of griffons flies above, leading the way for the rest of the army. A song carries through the ranks. No one kidnaps one of the Elven Dukes. Fitzleon has long oppressed the nation of Elves, and now they will pay… 

Meanwhile… 

An army marches south. Unlike their allies, this army need not eat, sleep, or even rest. It is the perfect army, lead by one single traitor who sacrificied thousands of lives in the pursuit of his creations.

Spirits hover, thirsting for vengeance. They know it is soon, and the instrument of their revenge springs to life in preparation of the upcoming battle… 

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"By decree of the Order of Heironeus, I demand you open this door immediately!"

Farizir calmly opens the door, as a massive green dragon and dozens of smaller green dragons burst through the roof of the palace. Citizens point in shock as the flight passes overhead. The horde of dragons flies to the southwest, startling hundreds of merchants and their pack mules.

"Sorry, no one's home," says the Prince Regent, before he too transforms into a dragon and leaves through the gap… 

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Many levels below the Palace of Krog, an important prisoner sits inside the ultimate cage. The door to his cell slowly opens. The prisoner looks up slowly, unused to visitors. He stands to face the visitor, and speaks. "I knew this day was coming. At least you came to finish it in person. Do it."

A few minutes pass, and blood trickles out from under the door…

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"Master, we awaited your return for so long," says Malakai the Elder. "We tried to keep the town, but we were overwhelmed. We had to flee."

"It does not matter, my child," says Virivis. "You kept the secret beneath Muta safe?"

"Yes, master. We told no one of your palace below."

 "Good, good. Then prepare for battle. There are many who seek to destroy me, and have rejected my benevolence. They must be stopped for the good of all, and I need your people to do that."

"We will get ready, and march to war as you command."

Virivis turns to depart, then for the first time in hundreds of years, has a single powerful emotion. It is that of Loss… 

Meanwhile…

"I'll have a double… no, triple order of pork pies. I've had quite a day. Stuffed into a grain cart, forced to testify in a Zone of Truth in front of Paladins… I'm starving! Say, want to hear about how evil dragons have secretly been running all the major countries for the past 200 years? And how I, Mandrake the Younger, am going to be their complete downfall?"

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