((I forgot the names of my guildmates I ran around with the other night... I appologize to you two. ))
From a great distance, the squeals of angry, enraged, injured and dying gruoks and grulets filled the normally serene snowy landscape west of Brandon's shelf, the snow darkening to red from its once pristine state as many of the creatures were cut down by a towering grey and blue figure accompanied by a pair of bipedal spellcasters.
"That one was not the one either..." they noted, searching the growing pile of corpses for the fearsome herd leader. The trio had a bounty upon this one's head, and it was nowhere in sight. Giving up after hunting the entire field, they headed to pursue their second quarry, the golem Blizzard who had terrorized the travellers of the road.
Upon arrival, the mages flung their best upon the annoyed golem, while out of the sky dropped the dragon upon it, in a flurry of claws and fangs which shattered it. Runos was more than happy to loudly announce the victory with a roar.
"A grand kill, my guildmates..." she noted with a grin as the two discussed divisions of the spoils.
A distant voice began to ring out within her head. While she kept this quiet from the other two, attempting to focus on it to amplify the voice of a distant friend almost had Runos not notice the golem pieces reassemble and get back up once again, barely stepping aside in time to allow the oblivious ice golem to wander off.
"I think I am done for now, but if you wish to continue with Runos, feel free." one of the bipeds said, as they recalled.
Lost in her own mind, she finally managed to hear it faintly enough to understand the little voice: It was calling for help.
"Friend, what has happened?" Runos thought to herself, hoping that this friend would hear the thoughts. It whispered back faintly, some words lost over a great void: "They .. at last... none would listen ... to prevent... Now ... too late... Battle is lost... Survivors scattered... Argh!"
A great pain ripped through Runos' chest. Placing a claw over it, her legs gave out their strength temporarily, and she came crashing down upon the snowy ground with a thunder. Rolling onto her back, she could not help but writhe in pain, leaving the bloodmage standing next to her slightly confused. As suddenly as it had come, it had faded enough to get back to her feet.
"Azarael... Remember I am bound to you, I feel your pain... You have been wounded horribly, I can tell." the grey dragon thought out.
"... Last survivors ... fleeing ... bought them time ... to hide... I ... escaped... in hiding... but always ... danger ..." the one named Azarael noted.
"Remain safe, all I can do right now is funnel some of my own life to heal you. But I will see if I can devise a way to help." The dragoness thought with a focus on the painful act, a little portion of a precious thing slipping away to somewhere else.
"... Thank ... " whispered the voice.
The voice became a little silent, although Runos knew that as long as she was alive, the other would be as well, and it at least eased that part of the dragoness' mind. The part that was uneasy, was how to save one not physically in your world, without going there yourself...
The only method coming to mind was to remove Azerael from the realm entirely, and move them to the somewhat safer Istaria... but to do so would involve an art normally forbidden to dragons: Summoning. Yes, there have been dragon summoners, but they often have been reclusive or found themselves in a bit of trouble with what they had summoned... To find a gifted summoner who understood how to target and pluck something from another realm would be difficult, and likely bipedal. Perhaps a library had a book about the thesis behind it, just in case Runos could not find one to develop a ritual...
Bowing politely to the bloodmage, Runos recalled and headed into the great library of Dralk. While it was unlikely that anything would be within it, she poured over countless books and scrolls hoping for at least the chance to find that shred of information she sought, one forgotten book in a dusty corner... Alas, every last book of the library and not one piece, the exhausted dragon passed out to sleep upon the ground of the chamber, reflecting the fatigue of the injured otherworldly naka duskael.
((I hope to continue this if others find it interesting enough...))