Tag: Dragons
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Riderless, the dragon flies off.
Ipola surveys her dead enemies, and her dead friend.
IPOLA: Hrraarch ... Oh, Luna, how can I ever balance this?
KOR LACHNIS: Thuu-duthracani!
IPOLA: AAGH!
A sudden magick bolt takes Ipola from behind - she is down.
KOR LACHNIS: <Marvelous. So unexpected ... And so completely marvelous! Take her back to the temple. >
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HRRAARCH: <Well, if you don’t need to make water, that’s well. I want to get many leagues under our wings before I have to land. I have seen Urtts on the western side of these mountains, and I don’t want to get in range of their bows. >
IPOLA: <That far east? Truly?>
HRRAARCH: <Yes, though they haven’t crossed the peaks into the desert yet that I’ve seen. But they are - >
IPOLA: <Wait - I …>
HRRAARCH: <You see something?>
IPOLA: <Not see … I feel ->
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TETHIK: Rise up, scion of Holy Georg! Rise up!
BEDIK: Mwah? Oh1 My lord!
TETHIK: Yes. Go clean yourself and become useful. Unless I miss my guess both you and your lover here have duties this morning.
BEDIK: Yes, my lord …
MERTEAN: “Lover?” We ain’t lovers!
BEDIK: It’s all right - it’s - he’s -
MERTEAN: We ain’t! I ain’t like dat!
BEDIK: He knows! He knows.
TETHIK: (grinning) Do I?
MERTEAN: (seeing the Princip) Oh! yer Worship!
TORIAN: On about yer duties, den, Spearman.
MERTEAN: Aye, yer Worship. And just to say again, I ain’t like dat - he … he ain’t my lover.
TORIAN: O’ course.
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TORIAN: Does dis one belong to you?
GUDIK: Yes, and the other one is yours, Princip.
TORIAN: Hmph! Do you t’ink dis bodes well or ill for our new pat’ togedder?
TETHIK: I would say both, Princip. Last night’s little festivities seem to have had the effect of both raising and lowering some of the tensions betwixt our armies. Perhaps they needed to fight - but not to kill.
TORIAN: None deads?
GUDIK: Not on either side. Though I think it’s too soon to have them serve directly together.
TORIAN: Oh I t’ink we have a long road ahead before dat could happen. But killin’ Urtts is always good employment for Draconian or T’rasan soldiers.
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ZONN: Dragons …
IPOLA: Yes.
ZONN: Not even in my day …
IPOLA: In no one’s day, Zonn. Not for three thousand years or more. But this is still our day. Our day didn’t end when we stopped being young. Yours, mine - all of us. And it’s the reason I did one of the stupidest things I have done in a long time by leaving Erogenia and coming here.
ZONN: On the back of a giant bird. (grins) Well … I don’t know about stupid. It was pretty Erogenian.
IPOLA: Sometimes, my old love, it’s much the same thing.
ZONN: You looked damn good doing it.
IPOLA: Zonn … we need you. This … more than anything is why I had to come find you. We need your strength, which I can see you still have. We need the inspiration you provide, we need a legend on the battlefield.
ZONN: You have Zona …
IPOLA: And thank the Goddess for her and for her sister, but at this point we need everything we can get.
ZONN: You also have Mentl.
IPOLA: Yes, of course, Mentl.
ZONN: He’s a good lad. And damn, you should have seen what he did. A goddam thunderbolt from the sky ...
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EMANTAD: My name is Emantad, I’m a merchant.
THRASAN: Why do you need to see the king, then?
EMANTAD: My … my caravan was trying to avoid de war, and we went far nort’ and east into de desert.
DRACONIAN: Dat’s dangerous a’right.
EMANTAD: T’was foolish … we got los’ in a sandstorm. We los’ nearly everyt’ing, Wandered into de Desert o’ Deat’.
THRASAN: A wonder you’re still alive. But -
EMANTAD: Dat’s where we saw dem! Soarin’ o’erhead like a flock of gigantic bats, wit’ demon riders!
THRASAN: What? What were they?
EMANTAD: Dragons, as God saves me.
DRACONIAN: Dragons.
EMANTAD: Aye. On’y myself and five o’ my comp’ny lef’, but we all saw dem. Wit’ demon riders, flyin’ west!
THRASAN: I’ll get you to see the king.
EMANTAD: T’ank you!
DRACONIAN: Oy -
THRASAN: Yeah?
DRACONIAN: I’m Mertean.
THRASAN: Bedik.
DRACONIAN PRIEST: It do not change de lives we ha’ lost, de destruction and de treasure cost.
GUDIK: Granted. We can discuss reparations, but now we need a principle to stop fighting each other and …
THERIK: The Church will not pay a copper penny! This -
YANORA: Bishop, I think that you may find that once my son is back on the throne where he belongs, the Church will have enough to do with cleaning itself up. I am speaking of traitors wearing the vestments of Thrasu …
DRACONIAN: Heh. Dat sounds a bit dire fer yer Church.
THRASAN: More than the likes of me need be concerned about. Or the Erogenians, neither. Saying that the Dragons are awake. How did they know? Did they see `em? What did they play riddles with `em or something?
DRACONIAN: Suppos’tly de Erogenian queen says dey saw `em.
THRASAN: Well … Erogenians.
DRACONIAN: De Erogenians be b’barians, aye, but dey’re right in de Book O’ Draco. Dey even gets a place in Second Paradise after de Final Fall. An’ dey never lie.
THRASAN: Well, yeah, I heard that they don’t lie to each other. They can lie to enemies.
DRACONIAN: Oh. Aye, I never t’ought o’ dat … Still. If de Dragons are awake, it means de end of de worl’.
THRASAN: “If.”
DRACONIAN: Aye.
THRASAN: You got a name?
DRACONIAN: `Course. But … I t’ink I won’ tell ye.
THRASAN: Oh.
DRACONIAN: On’y `cause if de Dragons ain’t back, den we got to go back to killin’ each odder. And’ I don’t wanna know yer name nor you know mine.
THRASAN: Oh. Yeah.
DRACONIAN TRAVELLERS: We mus’ see de King!
DRACONIAN: Hoy dere!
THRASAN: Halt! Who goes?
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THRASAN: Could use a stiff drink. Uh - maybe not you.
DRACONIAN: What?
THRASAN: I , uh … I hear you people don’t drink?
DRACONIAN: Where d’ye get sich buggersense?
THRASAN: What? What did you say?
DRACONIAN: Kin ye clean yer earholes? I said it’s buggersense! We don’ drink? Ha!
THRASAN: So - you do drink.
DRACONIAN: `Course!
THRASAN: Well. So - look, don’t get mad, it’s just what people say -
DRACONIAN: Well?
THRASAN: Well, maybe that bit about how your priests actually drink blood …
DRACONIAN: Buggersense.
THRASAN: Oh, well … sorry.
DRACONIAN: It’s wine, dey just wave de’ hands and bless it. Becomes “Blood O’ De Dragon,” but y’know, it’s like …
THRASAN: Ceremonial.
DRACONIAN: Like dat, yeh.
THRASAN: Mm. Guess that would make more sense, then.
GUDIK: I’m not surrendering! I’ll have you know I was winning! It’s just that this changes everything - for all of us.
NARR: A new day.
ZONN: Well, that’s impressive. Only you could have pulled it off.
IPOLA: It was a group effort - and we had luck on our side.
ZONN: The Draconians and the Thrasans marching together. I would never have thought it.
IPOLA: They get along about as well as you’d expect.
ZONN: As well as we did with Kendrik’s people?
IPOLA: A bit better in some ways, worse in others. I swear if it hadn’t been for a bit of kismet, it mightn’t have happened at all.
NARR: A week earlier, in Greymouth.
THERIK: This is blasphemy! Blasphemy, your Majesty!
IPOLA: I know you weren’t chosen for your brains, Bishop, but try to get a few things through your head:
THERIK: You are just a … a … an Erogenian phantom! Why do you even listen to her, your Majesty?
GUDIK: Because she’s a Majesty, too and we’ll all listen to her, understood?
THRASAN: Dry work, eh?
DRACONIAN: Aye.