Brainstorming

“See, it was like this. There’s always been trouble from Orcs and Goblins and Kobolds in the mountains and forests around here. The Council and the Mayor send out soldiers or adventurwers every so often to keep them in check. They’d been quiet for a while though, and folks started to think that maybe the last of them had been put down finally.”
“Well, seems that was wrong, ‘cos one day a bloody great army of Orc, Goblins, Kobolds and a good few Human mercs marches out of the forests, wi’ their sights set right on this city. No warnings, no preamble, no nothing, just shows up one morning, led by some uppity Human Wizard-ess calling herself ‘Myrkyssa Jelan.’ ‘Course, nobody’d heard of her until then and nobody knew how she’d got herself an army together. Didn’t make any difference though, she chucked that army of hers at our walls like there was no tomorrow.”
“So things went back and forth for a day or two, they couldn’t get through the walls, and we didn’t have the men to ride out and meet them. Looked like things were at a stalemate. Seems like Missy Jelan thought the same thing, so on the morning of the fourth day, she rides out on her lonesome and stops right outside arrow range.”
“Well, we started thinking all sorts. I mean when a wizard rolls up to your front door bold as brass like that, it’s never gonna be for somethin’ good, is it? So she starts waving her arms around, chantin’ and conjurin’ big bloody clouds of magic around her, and we’re standin’ on the walls, gettin’ ourselves ready for whatver she’s about to throw our way next.”
“Well, turns out she had one almighty surprise up her sleeve that we weren’t ready for at all. Right there, right in front of our eyes, she only goes and changes shape right into a massive green dragon! Well, there were more than a few changes of underwear needed on the walls at that sight, I can tell you. Men just started running left, right and centre. We’d held the walls against the rabble, but we’d nothing that could stand up to a green dragon that size, even the wizards we had might’ve only slowed her down for a bit. Those of us as didn’t run at first sight just stood our ground and started to make peace wi’ the gods, thinkin’ the least we could do was sell our lives as dear as we could.”
“Well, turns out the day wasn’t done wi’ surprises just yet. This Jelan is just makin’ her first pass over the city, lettin’ rip wi’ her breath while we chuck everything we can at her and watch it bounce off like we were throwin’ matchsticks, when we hears this bloody great roar from somwhere that none of us can see. At first I thought Jelan’d maybe brought some of her kin along for some fun, like she wasn’t enough to take the city on her own. All of a sudden there’s a sound like a huge explosion in the harbour, and I looks round to see another bloody dragon burstin’ out of the water.”
” ‘Well, fuck it,’ those were ny exact words, and I think I even sat my arse down ready to wait to be eaten up or have a ruddy Orc take my head of my shoulders. Only, I notice that this other dragon, it’s no’ green, it’s gold. And it’s makin’ a bee line right for the green one, like proper sharpish. Well, tell me this lads, have you ever seen two dragons tryin’ to kill one another? I guarantee you that it’s the scariest sight you’ll see this side o’ the abyss. The two o’ them start goin’ at it like two drunks over the last whore in a bar. Screamin’ and roarin’ at each other non-stop, firin’ off magic at each other like the Spellplague’d never happened. Soon enough though, you could tell that the green one was on the ropes. The gold one was bigger anyway, but quicker still. I saw that green shoot its breath right in the gold’s face, and it didn’t even blink, just flipped right over in mid air and battered the green wi’ its tail.”
“Sure enough, wi’ no warnin’, the green does a quick turnabout and does a runner, back towards the forests. Right over the top o’ that army it went, without so much as blinkin’, not that you’d expect snything else. Well, the gold stops for a few seconds and blasts a few chunks out of the army, enough for what’s left of it to turn tail and run. Then it takes of after the green again. Soon enough the pair o’ them were gone, although some folks say they could see weird flashes away in the distance, as if teh two o’ them were goin’ for a second round.”
“And that was it. The mayor quick rounded up those soldiers as were good wi’ horses and rode out to make sure what was left o’ the green’s army kept runnin’. They managed to grab a few o’ the merc before they ran, but they didn’t have much more information than we did. They knew Jelan’s name, and that they’d been paid to attack the city, but nothin’ more. No idea why Raven’s Bluff was targetted, or what Jelan wanted with it. “
“Nobody’s seen hide or hair of either dragon since then. There’s been a few scouts sent out into teh forests, just in case there’s a big dead dragon lyin’ there somewhere, but the place is swarmin’ wi’ left overs from the army now, so the scouts never get too far. So that means we’ve no way of knowing if the gold one managed to kill the green, or the other way round, or if they just ended up callin’ it a day.” “As for where the gold one came from, again, no-body’s got a clue. Nobody knew it was there in the first place, so it could’ve been here since Raven’s Bluff was founded, disguised as any one. Most likely it’d be disguised as one of the nobles, or rich merchants, but then, there’s plenty of them around. Sarbreen, the dwarven city teh Bluff’s built on’ll have more that is fair share of hidden treasures and magical artefacts that’d make any dragon’s mouth water. Seems likey that’s what the green was after in the first place, comin’ here wi’ an eye to take everything it could. Guess it was as surprised as the rest of us that the gold was already there.”
“That’s not the only question though, is it? What about the gold dragon? Most people seem to think it’s still alive, a dragon that big doesn’t die quietly, and there’s a few wizards here feel sure they’d have felt something if it died. I don’t know anything about that, but I do know that a lot of people here seem to adopted that gold dragon as their good luck charm. Certainly that old Church of Bahamut seems to think the gold is still alive and kicking, and back in the city in disguise. They’ve gotten an awful lot more popular of late, those Bahammanamanamanamians, or whatver the Hells they’re called, and that makes a lot of people around here nervous.”

Brainstorming

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