A Dragon's Exploration of Vinland

[Aeos]

Ooc- note this takes place months after the events events have settled.
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Aurion.

The day was warm, the sun was bright, and the sea winds were fair. Aeos got up out of his hammock and went out to greet the day. He slept in an extra hour today to help himself feel more rested. Today was the day. Today was the day he was going to head out of Aurion and explore the island. He knew he spotted mountain's towards the east of the island on his initial landing. And ever since then he felt as if they were calling out to him, beckoning him to climb. He loved mountain climbing back home in Nabata. Perhaps, it was this fondness for mountain climbing mixed with the richness of the island air that was fueling his desire to go.

Aurion had been getting quite cramped as if late with new arrivals coming in by boat. Taguel and human traders were starting to become more open with them. Which only added to the confinement. All of this business made him uneasy. It wasn't anyone's fault that he felt this way. But, lately this creeping sense of unease was getting stronger. More people meant he needed to be more cautious of his surroundings. He had to keep a better hold over his emotions in order to prevent accidental partial shifting. And this also meant additional pressure in keeping the small amount of shifting he used, to do some of the more labor intensive work, within normal bounds. He never knew who or what eyes were watching him. Who or what would pick up on the subtle shifts in his appearance and rat him out. He couldn't afford to be ratted out as a dragon or as someone “strange” it would draw too much unwanted attention.

That wouldn't matter anymore, soon he'd be out of there confines of the wooden city and out in the wilderness. For the last few months he had been working around Aurion for things. Things like a new larger pack to hold his things. A second canteen. A frying pan and small metal pot. Cooking utensils. A new knife. A new journal. A new more water resistant coak. New sandals. Pencils, quills, and ink. A bed roll. Rope. Soap. A tarp to make a tent with. Flint. Medical herbs. Salve. A compass. Jerky. Needle and thread. The young dragon had packed and divided everything between the new bag and his old satchel.

Yesterday, the Nabatan born Dragon wrote out letters to send out to the mainland. He wrote letters out to his friends and parents of his experiences of the island. Those letters will take months if not a year before they reached their recipients. If they even get there at all. The letters detailed his fears and his reactions towards those fears. They explained his adventures around the island, the friend he made, and the people he's worked with. He bid his friends, crewmates, and the captain farewell as by the time they would be out to lunch he would be gone. When asked why he would be going out towards the wilderness instead of sticking around, the Dragon simply replied that he would be going on a spiritual journey.

He was going out to the wilds with some sort of a plan. He was going to follow the brook hee found with Gar inland. He bought a small map that detailed the woodlands and not much else. If he followed it the map showed that it cut through the forest and would lead him to a large blue spot. On the map it looked like a lake. At least he thought it was a lake. To be honest a blue splotch in the middle of a blank part of the map could mean anything. He figured it was the source of the brook’s stream.

He hoped the water would mask his scent from the monsters and any hostile Taguel. Not that he met any really hostile taguel yet. The Dragon knew how to survive in the wilderness. He did spend centuries living off the land as a nomad. And if things got truly bad he could always transform and fight or fly away. From the blue splotch he'd be able to go east towards the mountains.

With everything in order the Dragon made his way towards the gates. He breathed in deeply then let it out slowly. The Dragon would remember the scent of the wooden settlement. He knew eventually he'd have to come back to the settlement if he wanted to go back to Elibe. But for now all he wanted to do was put the settlement of splinters behind him.

Farewell for now Aurion.

And with that last mental sentiment the Dragon was off to parts unknown.

[Aeos]

One Week Later
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Aeos had been out on his own in the wilderness for about a week now. At least he guessed it must have been a week. He probably should have written down the date in his journal before starting up on his adventure. The green eyed dragon looked out into the tree line. He could see the reddish rays of light from the sun poking through the gaps in between the woods. Looks and smells like dawn. He took a look at his surroundings. He could hear small birds chirping and little animals scurrying about their business in the leaf litter below him. He welcomed the noise. Noise meant that there weren’t any predators out. If there was silence it meant he’d have to stay up in this tree until the threat passed.

The dragon man spent this night up a large tree in order to deter the few doogs that he sensed looming around during the evening. He stretched his arms for a bit. Un-tied the ropes that he used to keep himself sturdy on the tree and got up on the wide tree branch. He put his hand to the bark and slowly stretched his legs. He could hear the bones cracking in his body as he started to move his joints. He could see his packs. They too were also tied up against the branches for safety. He hung the ropes on another branch as he was going to need them in order to get back down onto the ground. After some more stretching, Aeos decided to sit back down and work on his meditation.

His time out in the woods had changed him a bit. He felt so much more at ease out in the expanse of the wilderness then he did back in Aurion. His senses got sharper with each passing day. He and the other part of him in his dragonstone got along better. Which was odd considering, that while they were in Elibe or Aurion they used to bicker constantly. He was happy to see that these woodlands were filled with life. That they were filled with monsters.. no.. they were full of wild animals. Animals that looked similar to the monsters back in Elibe but they acted different. They looked different. Smelled different. And if Aeos had to guess they were probably made different too.

Then there were the taguel. He could sense them among the woodlands. They had a different scent to them than the wild animals. Some of them were uniquely their own. For example he knew there was a large colony of Rabbit Taguel out towards the western side of the woodlands. He learned of the rabbits when he spotted one of them through the brush line as he was filling up his canteen somewhere around the fourth day. While the rabbit man did his best to conceal his form among the brush his ears stuck up through the leaves. That rabbit’s scent was rather earthy, fuzzy, rabbity. But he also had a strange minty scent to him that tickled the dragon’s nose. Aeos gave the rabbit a greeting and the man came out from the brush. Once both men had established that neither was a threat to the other they started to talk for a bit.

The Rabbit wondered what a lone human was doing outside of his burrow so far away from civilization. And Aeos wondered what a lone rabbit was doing out on his own away from his family. That sparked some chuckles between the both them. Aeos showed the rabbit man his map which in turn caused more laughter. The rabbit claimed that this map was very empty and gave the dragon some names and directions. The forest was called Foxaoss Forest. If he followed the river north he’d find a lake, which was the big blue splotch on his map. To the west was the Fjoll desert. And to the east are the Holm Peak mountain ranges. The dragon hastily wrote all of this down on his map so he wouldn’t get lost. The rabbit explained that the fork had multiple island streams converging together which made crossing difficult. Normally these streams were small and mimicked the brook he followed to get up this far, but due to heavy seasonal rains the rivers are swollen with fast moving dangerous water.

He finished his morning meditation and gathered his belongings. His belongings now had two spears he fashioned from the wood. They served him well as fishing spears and walking sticks. He packed his sandals into his bag. He tied the rope around him like a harness. Partially shifted his hands and feet so they were claw like. This gave him a better grip on the tree, then he started to climb down. Once, safely on the ground, he put his shoes back on. Collected the remainder of the rope and continued on his way.

[Aeos]

Ten days later
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Early Morning.

Aeos had a light breakfast of fish and tea. The forest seemed to stretch on forever. Trees of all types continued to span out in all directions around the lone dragon. Some trees were oak. Other trees were pine. Some trees had leaves on them and other trees did not have a single leaf on their branches. The dragon kept his senses sharp, his reptilian eyes, and pointy ears could detect the movement around him. Animals of all sizes were scattered about the landscape. Some moved along the ground and disturbed the leaf litter with the pitter-patter of their feet. Other used the trees and bark as a road upwards towards the canopy. The weather today was cloudier than it had been since he started off on his journey. And if the dragon had managed to decipher the whims of the spirits and language of the natural world correctly, he predicted that there would be rain in his future. That did not bother him much, he was prepared for the rain. The thicker cloak and water resistant tarp he brought with him would provide some protection against the elements.

He managed to reach the fork in the road that the rabbit spoke about. Here the river split off into two different directions. The main river continued on towards the north, which he knew led to a lake. But he would be unable to follow it from his current position. The tributaries of the river prevented him from advancing further northwards. At the moment he could only towards the west. We could always fly across. The other part of him in his dragon stone mused. The dragon gave a slight frown. He was on a high embankment away from the river water below him. He couldn’t exactly jump off of this cliff and fly off. He’d hit the water before he had a chance to unfurl his huge wings. Not to mention he be knocking down several of the nearby trees in his massive form. Also he had no idea who or what was lurking in the trees. He didn’t know much about Taguel culture outside of “they hunt the wild animals in the forest”. He reasoned if they spotted him like this they might mistake him as another wild monster. Then there was the other possibility that humans could see him. And he did not want this place to become another Elibe. He shook his head. He also wasn’t sure how he would react transforming in this magically charged air.

“We.. are in no rush. Let us see if we can find a land route around these water. Mayhaps a bridge of some sort. If not a shallow section oft the waters to wade across.”

He kept walking on along his end of the river side. He trucked through the woods, steadily going up hill, until he could hear the sounds of falling water. He had found a waterfall. The terrain of the waterfall looked as if a piece of the earth was cut fourth and jutted upwards. Growing along it’s wet walls were several mounds of moss and ivy. This particular waterfall wasn’t very tall. At most it might have been about ten or eleven feet in height. He could climb the rocky edges of it or he could walk around it and head up. He looked up to the sky and assumed that it had to have been sometime in the late afternoon. We need to start setting up camp.

Aeos took the time to gather some firewood. He managed to catch a fish and a frog. Which he cooked up in his small campfire. He also gathered a few palm sized stones to warm around the fire. After that he boiled some water for tea and tried to figure out which tree he would be sleeping up in. He had grown fond of sleeping in the higher branches of the trees. After he finished his meal he extinguished the fire. He gathered up the stones into his cloak and tied them up. He would drag the heated stones up the tree with him. Once, up the tree he began to tie down his belongings to the branches and smear some salve over his body. This salve was a mix of oils in order to help ward off biting insects. He wrapped himself up inside his cloak and started to remove the rocks from out of the tarp. One by one he put them into little pockets in between his body and clothes. Then he wrapped the tarp over him and his bag. He would sleep very warm tonight.

[Aeos]

The next Day
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Aeos awoke early the next day to a grey and dreary day. He took a moment to appreciate how the light of dawn burned small holes through the mist. He took a deep breath of the moist air and slowly started to rouse himself out of his patch of branches. He slept soundly through the night thanks to the heat rocks. Carefully the Nabatan man untied his belongings and made his way down the tree. He went about his morning ritual. He set up traps to catch food, prepared a fire, and washed up. Rather, than set out on his way through the woods he decided to use the morning to do some spiritual training. If had been some time since he last mentally trained under a waterfall. Not since his adventure in Little Rock back in Bern.

He removed his tunic, washed it, and hung it to dry. He re-tied his belongings up a tree. The dragon tied one end of a long rope to a tree then tied the other end around his waist. He then removed his sandals and waded into the water. The rope was to act as a safety harness in case he lost his footing in the water. He found a spot to sit at the base of the river. He closed his eyes and let the water’s wash over him. He channeled the power of his dragon stone and went into a meditative state.

He reflected on his life and journey as the waters crashed on him. The higher concentration of magic in the air made it difficult for him to truly focus. The water pounded his body in what felt like random patterns. The waterfall flooded his senses. He slowly started to cast out all thoughts, fears, emotions, and doubts. He focused on his breathing, a slow rhythmic pattern of inhaling and exhaling. Eventually he cleared out all thoughts.. all sensations.. his mind was empty. He could no longer hear the sound of the falls beating in his ears. He could no longer feel the beat of the waters along his body. He could not sense anything that was around him. Here, in this strange state of emptiness he subconsciously channeled a small bit of his stone. Both sides of himself would wander in this strange transient state between reality and spirituality. Bonding. Understanding. Unifying. Together these two halves of himself would reunite and slowly become one with the elements of the natural world. At least.. that’s what the goal was.

In this current state the young dragon was still far from unlocking the vast spiritual wonders of the universe. There were times where could barely understand himself. Or why his dragon side was so prone to enjoying destruction and violence. He understood that in order to survive in nature one must fight. One must kill. One must hunt. One must eat. But the world around them had changed in the few centuries that he had been living. Cities have developed. Farmers farm the land. Humanity has started to slowly shift from a world where one needed to act like an animal in order to survive. Instead to one where the world needed to act civilized. And those innate animal instincts would be turned upon each other in horrible wars for ownership of lands. Lands that would outlive the lives of men in the end.

But then.. there was this place. This island ruled by natural law. At least that was the way he had seen it so far. A land where men and beast men must work together to survive. A land where monsters roam free. Why are things so confusing? His voice rang out in the darkness of his mind. And just like that, his concentration was broken. The noises of his surroundings drowned out the tranquil silence he had just been in. He opened his eyes and let the light of the day return to him.

The dragon pulled himself out of of the waterfall and returned to land. The sun was now starting to make its descent into the horizon. The sky was lit ablaze with orange and yellow lights. It.. seems I was under it for quite some time. He let out a soft sigh and continued with his business. Tomorrow he would press onward through the woodlands.

[Aeos]

Three Days later
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The day prior went poorly for the young dragon. He was forced to run and eventually hide among the woods to avoid becoming lunch, to one of the forests giant spiders. He hid himself among the roots of a large tree and coated himself in mud. He wasn't entirely sure if the spider was truly out to get him. Because, as he was running he could hear the running and calls of others. Most likely taguel out hunting the beast. He didn't want to… Accidentally offend anyone by stumbling along in their hunt. Or ruin the hunt entirely...he did not bother to find them.

Eventually, Aeos crawled out of his hidey hole to wash up and set up camp for the night. Today the weather proved to be very foggy and cold. He followed the stream as usual until a strange scent caught his attention. Out of curiosity he followed it… Until, he found the corpse of a Bael. Presumably, the same bael that had been running around yesterday. Most of the animal appeared to have been butchered. There were sizable chunks of flesh and body missing. Notably the inside of it’s head, thorax, most of its insides, and the legs. All that remained of it was half of its exoskeleton, some unidentifiable innards, and two long legs.

The smell was bad but nothing the Dragon couldn't handle. Aeos took a closer look at the remains. Hmm.. reminds like the giant scorpions back home. He remembered his time in the sanctuary with Locke. I wonder how he's doing. I.. wonder what he'd say.. He shook his head. Now was not the time to be thinking of those things. Now was the time to think about what to do with what was presented to him. He decided that the best course of action would be to take the legs and cook them up in parts. So he grabbed his knife and went to work on its legs. He cut the remaining legs into 3 segments and tied them together in a small bundle. He was also curious about the meat of the animal. But saw barely anything fleshy enough worth harvesting out of the remains. They took almost everything.

He gave a small prayer to the animal before heading away from the corpse. He needed to cook the legs away from the kill. So he went on his way through the woods, still following the river, until he found a place he deemed suitable for camp. He prepared the area. He cleared out some loose leaves and made a small pit. He put stones around the pit. Then he went around harvesting firewood with a crude axe he fashioned a few days before. He used a flint and tinder to start the fire. Then he mounted each leg on a stick and stuck it into the ground. He waited about ten minutes before turning the legs over so the other side can cook. Ten more minutes with that side and the legs were done. He took a test bite on one of the legs and found it to be delicious. It was a warm and crunchy in his mouth.

He sucked out some of the leg’s innards. It was a strange stringy sort of meat or tendon of some kind. He found it to be something like eating a large crab leg. But unlike the crab legs he can actually eat the shell. Eventually he finished his fill of the legs and stored the rest of them into his pack. He extinguished his campfire, harvested the warm stones, and retired to his chosen tree.

[Aeos]

Two Day’s Later
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The woods started to thin out and the soil started to dry the further he went. He had lost his trail of the river when he was forced to run and hide from the Bael a few days back. So now he was simply walking in one direction.. to wherever the wind decided to take him. There was a familiar scent in the air. A scent of warm dry soil, dust, and heat greeted him. He quickened his steps and soon found himself standing at the edge of a desert. His eyes lit up at the sight of the desert. He crouched down and picked up and handful of sandy dirt. He let the grit run through his fingers.

This desert was not Nabata. While this desert certainly was a desert. In the sense that the it was a barren dry landscape. But this one was a bit more rocky than that of Nabata. Okay.. it was a heck of alot more rocky than Nabata. Aeos could tell that this desert got some rain every now and then. The ground was flat, packed tightly, and cracks along its crust that signaled water was here once. Unlike, Nabata.. whose landscape was just soft sands and harsh sunlight. A land where rain was nothing more than myth and sandstorms were commonplace.

He looked around at the warm terrain. To the east he could see the mountain ranges of his final destination. And above them he could see haze of white, signaling him that the Eastern mountains blocked the clouds from coming down this way. But towards the west the land was mostly clear. Air Currents had a chance to guide rain clouds here. Unless, there was more forest or mountains that he could not see from his current position.

Nabata was blocked off by a several mountain ranges that spanned from the south eastern shores up towards the Lycian and Etrurian territories. Blocking off any sort of rain that might effectively come from the south and east. The northern end of Nabata was clear and had a sea delta that divided it from the Western Isles. The Isles were mostly made of mountains. Thus cutting off Nabata from any northerly clouds that would try to push southwards or eastwards. As if to prove his theory that this desert got more rain then Nabata.. the sky above him was a dreary dark grey color.

But this desert like terrain did not have mountains bordering it on all sides. At least not that he knew off. And they were not on his mostly empty map. The Nabatan man shook his head. Part of him hoped that this desert was a carbon copy of the desert back home… simply because he had a childish urge to go sliding down some dunes. But this place had no large dunes… just flat lands full of sand and rocks. He was glad that this desert was different then Nabata. It made for a better experience.

He did not like the look of the grey skies above him and rationalized to find some sort of shelter. Fortunately he could see a few plateaus nearby and decided to go towards them. He might even find a cave or crevasse that he could squeeze into and ride out the impending storm in. If not he could build a quick shelter using the rocks, sticks, and his tarp. It took him about an hour to reach the plateau. It was pouring rain by the time he managed to find a suitable place to hold up. It was a small cave with in the side of of one of the cliff like walls. It wasn't a terribly large cave. Just large enough to fit three people at best. He fashioned a "door" over the small opening using his camping tarp and several rocks and waited out the storm.

[Aeos]

The sky was lit with several flashes of cold white light, that rained bolts upon the wet land. The young dragon would catch glimpses of the lightning bolts in the sky through the flaps of his cloth door. He took the time he had to himself to calmly meditate and consult the realm of the spirits. The very elements of anima. Although the magic in the air here was different then Elibe.. the spirits seemed to act the same. At least in the presence of a storm. The spirits of the elements around him seemed to dance in celebration towards the storm. Or perhaps they were the reason the storm was happening in the first place. The spirits.. called it forth in their dance.. much like how the elders of the plains would dance around the fire to bring the rain to the plains. Were they connected? The dragon asked within the darkness of his own mind. The the world around him the spirits.. would not answer him. They merely continued to dance and move along to the rhythm of the rainfall.

His mind continued to wander through the darkness of this world between the physical and spiritual. He and the dragon half of him continued to work through their issues of sharing a body, emotions, thoughts, intelligences… slowly.. they came to an agreement. To a unity. The dragon’s human body started to change.. his fingers became claw like. His face and skin became scaly. And his closed eyes became more reptilian. If anyone were to see him through the darkness of his small “cave” they would see a dune colored lizard like man. Or perhaps they would see a monster. It would all be a matter of perception to the outsider looking in. The dragon breathed slowly. Timing it to match his heartbeat. His calm, evenly paced, heart beat. Here in this mental plane between the spirits and reality.. he sought answers. He sought answers to things of the natural world. He would ask.. and the whisps of the elements that he could not see would whisper answers to him in the dark. Answers of many things.. in many voices.. often overlapping with one another into something unintelligible. He could feel frustration welling up in his body at the spirits. All he wanted was a simple answer to the question “when will the storm break?”

The world of the inbetween.. suddenly grew silent. As if the dancing spirits of the world were spooked by something and ran away. It took the young dragon a moment to realize what had caused the disturbance. There was a rustling.. and he felt something touching him. Something warm. The dragon suddenly felt himself being thrusted back into the pyhsical world. Into reality.. back into his body… and he opened up his eyes. The figure before him was a blackish blur holding up a small torch light. The half-shifted dragon blinked a few times in order to let his eyes adjust to the light and shadow.

“Oy! Mate you alright?” The hazy figure spoke. From the scent that the figure gave off the Dragon could tell it was some kind of furry animal. The hair looked.. like it would feel soft.. but not too soft. It was not plush like that of a rabbit.. it did not feel or smell as firm as a feather.. it was a strange mix of soft bristles and undercoat. Probably that of a dog or wolf. It certainly smelled like a wet dog.

“Hm? Yes? I be alright. Twas.. dozing off. Has the storm broken yet?” He asked in a slightly groggy voice.

“Oy. You speak funny. But least you alright.” The taguel held the torch a bit closer so that he could get a look at the man infront of him. Aeos had forgotten he was partially shifted. That he was oh so visibly different then the average human. But then again so was this man infront of him. A lanky sort of man, with yellowish eyes, and little folded dog ears atop his head. His hair was a grizzled mess of locks that seemed to point in all directions. Aeos could hear the sounds of something flapping in the wind. His Tail?

“Eh? Nah mate the storm be ragin worse than a hive of angry bees. Lizard man ya mind if I share this little den of yers?”

Aeos blinked. He was now fully out of his post meditative stupor. This dog or wolf man seemed to be freidnly enough. The dragon turned his head to get a quick look at his pack of stuff. Everything seemed to still be in it’s place.

“No.. I do not mind sir. Tho it may be a bit cramped.”

“Ay. No worries mate. I just be glad to be out of that blasted rain.” The guest took a seat in a the small space opposite of the dragon. There was an akward silence between them for a bit. Until the dog man broke the silence.

“An’t seen too many large lizard folk. Where ye from?”

“Hm? Sorry.. doth the scales bother? I can put them away if thou likes.” Aeos closed his eyes and gently un-tapped the power of his dragon stone. His features started to change until he was no different than the normal human.

“Ha, Now that be something rare. A lizard taguel who can hide his scales.”

Aeos blinked and stared at this individual for a moment. A lizard Taguel? He liked the idea. Even though he was no Taguel.. but perhaps it was wise to play along with the dog man’s thought. After all he had no idea how dragons were treated on this island.. if they’re were any dragons at all on this island besides himself. He didn’t even know if the native knew dragons even existed.

“Uhm.. it.. be something of a rare talent.. yes. So tell me sir.. are you from around here?”

“You an’t from round here that's fer certain. I’m part of the Desert Hounds. Were a pack of dogs that call this patch of desert home. You be tresspassin Lizard man.” The dog man gave Aeos a bit of a warning glance.

“Oh. Sorry. But thou be right. I am not from here. I come from the other side of the woods. My stay in thy domain won’t be long. I’m just.. trying to get to the mountains the ones in the east.” He hoped that the dog man wouldn’t resort to violence. The taguel kept looking at him. Studying him.

“Eh. You don’t look like the type who don’t wants to pick a fight. I an’t gon raise too much of a fuss over ya. Specially since yer lettin me stay in this ramshackle den of yours.” The dog man then carefully prodded at the tarp.

“Tis be temporary.. By morning .. or rather by the storms end this ramshackle den thou speaks of will be returned to it’s natural state.” There was a small sigh of relief in Aeos when the dog man said he wouldn’t cause trouble.

“Hope so. Just cause I won’t fight ya don’t mean my pack won’t.”

“Oh.. that.. sounds unsettling. Are they near?” He spoke this time with some light fear in his voice.

“Nah. Was my turn to scavenge for the den. Then got caught up in this storm. Home an’t for a few miles anyway. Not the first time this dog’s been out on his own. Doubt they be lookin for me.”

“I.. see. I.. shall keep an ear out incase. Again.. I apologize for.. stepping on thy pack’s boundaries.” He bowed his head lightly. The other half of him was screaming in his mind. The dragon side of him that wanted nothing more than to chase off his intruder and return back to the peaceful existence that was meditation. JUST KICK HIM OUT! His speech is infuriating! He hid his dragon’s side’s annoyance with a neutral face.

“Yer strange Lizard Man. Most Taguel don’t show manners like ya. Then again who know’s. Each race got their quirks. You got a pack then.. or a mate?” The dog man asked as he shoved the unburnt end of the torch into the ground. It was now the world’s first single log campfire.

“Family yes. Parents. But.. they are far away. That be it.” He shook his head. Was it wise to answer all of this Dog man’s questions.

“And ya decided to leave em? Finally got the itch to strike it out on yer own eh Lizard Man. Ha. And ya made it through the woods like that. Ha! Ha! Lizard man! I like ya already.”

And so the two of them spend the rest of the storm talking to one another. By morning the storm had broken and both dragon and Taguel went their own way. Aeos never got the name of the dog man and likewise the dog man did not learn Aeos’s name. Perhaps it was better this way. The dog man explained that as long as he stayed at the fringes border between desert and forest he shouldn’t run into any problems with his pack.

After many days of trekking through the wilderness he finally made it to his destination. He finally arrived at the mountains to the east. And Lo what a sight they were. High mountain peaks of grey stone coated with green moss and grasses. Up top he could see the figures of many different birds nesting upon its cliffs. Now the next adventure would be climbing that mountain and meditating upon it’s peak. A place where he could truly be one with the spirits of his element.. he was excited at the prospect. But first he needed to gather food and supplies for the journey upwards.

End Thread.