Gameplay - The Dragon Who Took Too Little

Hasan spends time eyeballing the blobs, and figures that there are 1 dragons, 5 giants, and between 200 and 400 humanoids. There are also a few supply wagons and maybe a few score beasts of burden corralled nearby.

"They have a small army sitting there it looks like. He says putting his hands over his eyes to cover some of the suns bright light. "Any ideas before we talk with the pixi-/-sprites?

"I want to know what the two former party members are doing."

"I want to know how we're supposed to stage a rescue mission against hundreds of troops without an army of our own." Ruby scratches her head, all attempts to concoct a plan failing her. "I hope The King has some good news..."

"Perhaps the pixies can magick the entire army to sleep. I knew a man once, claimed pixie dust could make him fly. He was full of shit, so I knew the flying was a lie, but sleep, I can believe."

"Perhaps, Lets see if they have any other ideas."

Hehsh wants to stick around and see what the infiltration group is doing, but recognizes that there is probably little he can do to affect their outcome against such odds, and goes with the group to talk to the Pixie King.

You trudge back down the path, and by the time you get to the bottom, your shins tingle with the stretched tendons you get going downhill.

The pixies are milling about on their iAcorns, passing the time. As you arrive, they form up into a kind of quivering swarm. MystWynd looks at the king who nods back at him.

MystWynd: "You are very big, but they are many. Thoughts?"

Hehsh pauses for a moment before delicately saying, "I don't think size will be as relevant factor here as much as numbers. We were hoping you may be able to provide some insight or manner of assistance with our next move." He tries hard not to reflect too hard on the pixie's ability to state the obvious.

MystWynd looks at his king who nods back at him. MystWynd sighs, and says, "Fine. I was against this, but here goes. We were hoping you might be able to do something on your own. You are very big. If you can't free the dragon guardian of the valley, then we are obligated to intercede. There are pacts, you see. But not just us. More of us. The centaurs, the druids, and the treefolk have all sent messages to the king asking to be included. But there are others who remain convinced that the Vermillion Reavers will just go away. Would you be able to seek out these groups and petition their aid? Build a coalition? An army?"

"With more numbers on our side we could stand a better chance at releasing the dragon. I would say yes. But why would the other creature listen to us?" Hasan asks skeptically

MystWynd shrugs. "They don't listen to the king. If not you, who?" The king shakes his head No.

"Who are these others and where can they be found?"

MystWynd sucks in his breath deeply, then extolls, "The River folk are in the river, but they're underwater so you'd have to swim, and the birdfolk are in the sky so you'd have to fly or shout, and the desert folk are probably hiding so you'd have to find them in the desert, and once you have a plan to get enough warriors to aid you you will need to find Albionii and then he will organize the animals for a fight and if you can find the other dragon that would also really help because hey dragon, right?" He gasps deeply, having turned nearly purple.

"We get to be emissaries?" Ruby sounds hopeful and excited at this seemingly daunting task set before them. "*ahem*, it would be our honor to unite these powers against a common foe to rescue Momma dragon."

"It'll take weeks, maybe months, to reach and mobilize all those groups. By which time that army down there will have grown, too."

"King. We saw two of our former companions infiltrating the base. Do you know of their mission?"

MystWynd begins to speak, but the king shakes his head, so MystWynd steps back. The Pixie King flies into the air, and then says, "They are pretending to be mercenaries in order to find out what they can. The hobgoblin empress, may she be infested with boils, had an open call for mercenaries from the more monstrous races to join her campaign. That camp is a recruiting station, as best we can figure. But it may be the start of a permanent fortification. We need more information." He looks at MystWynd who nods back at him. "The unicorn suggested your companions might be trustworthy enough to make the attempt."