It was there that the young wyrmling Wallace was assailed and knocked out by a hooded man with a hunting knife.
Hsing remembered the gentle breeze following the adventurers along the treetops. Wallace was tailed by The Heroes of Neverwinter directed by Master Thinradle’s owl to Gully’s Grove. The Heroes of Neverwinter also noticed Wallace’s suspicious looks and followed The younger Cartwright out of fear he could fall in trouble with wander scouting orcs of Bad Fruul’s army. Also the spot where a hooded assailant attacked Wallace. The young Wallace was looking suspicious, walking toward Gully’s Grove Gully’s Grove, a favourite romantic rendezvous spot for Wallace Cartwright and Elspeth Redtooth. It was later that afternoon Hsing was stretched out sunning on top of The Shrine of Axes. She rushed to the apothecary’s house, found that the Yew trigs came from Rue’ garden and she made a cure for the poison. Hsing was proud of the young dragonborn sorceress Valrina. Two other horses were in dire shape and would die within the hour. One horse had died already from eating the green Yew twigs. Master Thinradle noticed the green twigs with red berries mixed in with the feed that the farmers fed the horses that morning. The next morning, trouble started early with the draft horses from the refugee farmers, Hsing remembered.
Good, good, the little pseudo-dragon thought. She did show the farmers on the first night to use the pitch forks to defend themselves. That young wyrmling is going to cause a crash in the sky with her broom of flying. It’s not proper that ground creatures should take to the sky. He felt a little uneasy about delivering a broom of flying Fineva. Find out how Fineva got her Broom of Flying here.įineva, is a funny human, Hsing thought to himself. On the up side, Hsing always wanted to see an upside, the young wyrmlings Wallace Cartwright and Elspeth Redtooth were in love as they sat on the front porch of the Golden Tankard. Stov vowed to find the horde soon before it was too late. Bad Fruul’s horde was raiding homesteads and taking slaves, but no main encampment had been found yet. Reports from Stov Bandimen, Parnast’s half-elf scout were grim.
With the army of hill giant named Bad Fruul gathering in the countryside, the dithering on making a final choice cost the village much preparation time. Squabbling over whether to stay in Parnast proper or flee to the ruined manor house of ‘old’ Parnast. Those two hadn’t as much as looked at each other for a few ten-days. Yes, quite wise indeed for The Heroes of Neverwinter, to bring both Gundalin Cartwright and Raggnar Redtooth together at the table that night at the Golden Tankard. To stay in the village of Parnast, and help sort out the political wrangling. They had listened to his council the other day. Yes, this new clutch of wyrmlings, The Heroes of Neverwinter, also contributed to Hsing’s upbeat mood, the little pseudo-dragon confessed to himself. It put a content toothy smile and his draconic face. The warm sun heated up his wings nicely and Hsing’s heart pumped the warmth back into his diminutive body.
Veins and blood vessels could also be seen spiderwebbing throughout those little wings.
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The skin of his wings so thin you could see right through most of them. Hsing stretched his gleaming red leathery wings again. ‘Nest mother’ seemed a better fit to his mind, yes ‘nest mother’. A ‘handler’ for the secretive Lord’s Alliance, Hsing didn’t think ‘handler’ was the right adjective to describe what he did. The little pseudo-dragon, not much bigger than the cat he displaced, played an outsized role in the world. The other cat, the short haired grey feline, chief mouser of the Golden Tankard, yielded up the windowsill when Hsing fluttered to a soft landing. While he couldn’t see the bright yellow ray of warm on account of his milky eyes, he was a comforted by the feeling on his outstretched wings as he basked like a ‘cat’ in the windowsill. It wasn’t cool, anymore, but the sun’s warmth hadn’t come to its fullest of the morning. A single morning sunbeam made its way through the towering evergreens to the windowsill on the back of the Golden Tankard. Parnast was quite high in the hills and the fresh morning air was gently scented with sweet pine sap. The sun had peeked over the foothills of the Greypeak Mountains and its warm rays chased away the dawn chill. Hsing of The Lord’s Alliance faction, handler of The Heroes of Neverwinter in the village of Parnast (artwork by BrassDragon).
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