Chapter 4 - Death from Above




Hrodulf and Linan half dragged her husband past the Kobolds and the giant lizard, Grimnir thudding into the neck of the reptile causing it to flop onto its side and jerk spasmodically as its heart's power jetted dark red blood into the air. Morfindion had already covered half the distance to the gate with Hrodulf and Linan dragging Cuth not 20 feet behind. The Kobolds gave chase seeing that the humans only real interest was. In making it in through the closing gate of the keep.

As they got within 20 feet of the gate arrows flew down from the crenulations above causing the Kobolds to break off their pursuit. As Hrodulf made it through the gate he practically threw the injured man inside and threw his weight against the door as it was slammed shut and the huge bar dropped into place to secure them.

Men at arms clapped the three standing runners on their backs and pulled the injured man to his feet. "we'll get him to the healer" one of the guards said "get your children into the keep" he said to Linan. She smiled and nodded at both Hrodulf and Morfindion and disappeared with her two children through the door to the keep. "The two of you should report to the Governor, he'll want to know what you've seen as you came through the village... He's up on the parapet" the soldier said pointing towards a figure who's head was wrapped in a bloody bandage.

Hrodulf and Morfindion trudged up the stairs to the walkway that ran around the inside of the curtain wall and approached the man with the bandage who's eyes were scanning the village and its smouldering and burning buildings as well as the sky for the return of the blue dragon who's breath left death and destruction in its wake.

"you did well to bring Cuth and Linan into the keep, they would have died out there for their children had you not stopped to help them" he said without turning to look at them.
"We seek to help where we can" Morfindion replied loftily and waving a hand to indicate that it was something natural. Hrodulf looked at him with a look on his face that said - you speak for yourself.

Turning to look at them at last the governor took in the elf and the blood spattered man. "You are not from here but you have aided us against the Dragon cultists... We do not have the numbers to beat them but the walls of this keep will help to keep the people safe. However, it has been bought to my attention that some of our people have barricaded themselves into the temple of Chauntea. We need to get them here... The temple is not a defensible building"

A scream rent the sky and the great blue shape dived from the skies, blue white light building in its throat before vomiting forth and raking the battlements and leaving death and destruction in its wake

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