Khyree's Story

When you recover from the surge of Dragon Force your master sits in the circle crossing his legs and begins to meditate.

Khyree sits down as well and takes a rest from the day's rigors of travel and conflict.

Your rest is well needed after the long trek through this treacherous jungle to this stone circle. You also spend time meditating to reconnect with the Ki force of the Dragon. Current HP: 24, Temp HP: 0, KI: 3

When you wake early in the morning, your master hands you some dried meat. "We should get started," he says. "We have reminded the Dragon force of the existence of this power circle and bid it to protect us here, but we will need to focus all our Ki to persuade it to fully awaken all three places of power. This may take a while."

After you both finish eating, Grekkor sits cross-legged in the center of the circle and bids you to join. You do, closing your eyes, you can once again feel the force surging in you and resume your attempt of persuasion. Your energy focusses on the location of the other circles. Yet again, the stones begin to hum faintly and then glow. The hum grows in volume and intensity until, this time, you feel as if you are lifted from the clearing and have become one with the Dragon; you see through its eyes, feel the wind on your body as you soar high above the jungle, and you know the way to the other circles.



Through the eyes of the Dragon you dive through valleys and soar above green mountains. The flight brings your consciousnesses to the two other power circle locations. First to an area surrounded by waterfalls were the stones sit on the limb of an ancient tree.



Then to a pristine, placid pool hidden in a deep valley.



After an amount of time unknown to you in your haze, you awake from your trance, completely drained, but with the knowledge of the circles' locations securely in you mind.

Current HP: 24, Temp HP: 0, KI: 0

Khyree is mentally drained and doesn't get up from her spot on the ground, inside the circle.

After her next rest, Khyree awakens and looks about to ensure herself of their current location and her mentor's presence. Should he be awake as well, she will speak. If not, she wait until he stirs.

"To which of the two remaining circles first, Master? The tree to the north or the south to the hidden pool? The tree seemed closer, but I defer to your greater knowledge of these lands."

"You continue to underestimate your instinct and knowledge Khyree," Replies Grekkor, who may have been sleeping when you spoke. You are not entirely sure. If he was, he instantly became conscious of your inquiry and did not hesitate to reply.

"The force of the Dragon runs strong through you. You have learned quickly. I will not always be around to defer to. I am old Khyree. You must be the one to finish the search for any of the Dragon who still exist on this plane. It is you, not I, who will be the reunitor." He asserts, then pauses before continuing.

"North to the tree first…Yes. It is closer. You are right. Between us and the tree is jungle inhabited by fierce centaurs, proud wemics, and cunning zebrataurs who fight for dominance. Beyond that are clans of mistrustful Gnomes who stayed behind in the jungle when their kin, millennia ago, built an earthshaker and migrated from the jungle south to the Vulture Peninsula. All are distrustful of outsiders. Beyond the Gnomes it is said that a great curse rests on the jungle that prevents souls from leaving the decaying bodies of once living flesh."

"I do not underestimate, Master." Khyree interjects. "I simply defer to your countless years of wisdom and experience. To do otherwise would be a lapse of sense."

"To the tree then." She says and is off.

Many days pass as you travel north through dense jungle, finding shelter in caves, on wide tree limbs, and on cliff ledges protected from hungry raptor and jungle dog packs. Luckily your encounters have been mostly benign. Giant frogs, large constrictors, and long limbed sloths often sleepily ignore your careful haul through the thick vegetation. At times heavy rainfall makes it impossible to see even inches in front of you.

This afternoon heavy rainfall comes once again. You and Grekkor are about to pass into a small clearing when a faint sound of battle over the roar of rain brings you both to a halt. The rain makes it hard to pinpoint the sound’s direction.

Khyree stops and listens more carefully. For much of the long slog through the rainy jungle the only thing she has really heard is the pounding of her heart in her head and the sound of her own breath in her ears.

You strain to make out the sound, over the pounding of your heart in your head and the rain.

You still can't determine from which direction the sounds originate or exactly how far away it is. All you can determine is that it's near enough to be heard through the din of rainfall and that the faint sounds of metal clashing and booming voices suggests a larger conflict as opposed to a small scuffle.

Glancing to her master, Khyree grips her quarterstaff tighter and slowly moves forward with caution, using the foliage to hide her presence.

You move forward keeping cover in the foliage as much as possible. Grekkor moves right behind you. As you move around the clearing to the other side of it the sound of battle becomes more distinguishable over the rainfall. It's definitely large forces clashing. You come spot to where the elevation drops and crouch behind a large moss cover rock. From the spot you are able to look down into a ravine where a full scale war is occurring between a cohort of centaurs and a small army of red-turbaned humans. The fighting is fierce and about 50' below you.

As you carefully observe the battle below, you suddenly hear a voice from behind you accompanied by the sound of many galloping hooves. It sternly calls out something. You don't understand the language it speaks, but the voice is strong and commanding. When you turn, you see a centaur commander emerge through the trees and undergrowth. He seems to be telling the rest of his force to stop and alerts them of your presence. The rest of his squad may be ten or more centaurs.

At the order of the centaur commander, a force of 11 centaur soldiers emerge from the underwood and ground cover, nearly surrounding you in a semi-circle formation. They raise bows and aim arrows at you and Grekkor. Two of them, on the right end of their line, ready a large net.

The commander says with a booming voice in heavily accented Common, "Human, Dragonman...why here? You humans' spies?"

You and Grekkor are currently facing the centaur commander and his soldiers.

"We're not spies." Khyree replies and rushes between the centaurs attempting to ready the net. "Leave us alone or you'll have more enemies than the ones you're already fighting. We have no quarrel with you. Let's leave it that way..."