Despite 37’s rocky start to the journey, Tryne is able to easily follow Dubdub’s lead through the air. The cart’s lightning casts stretched shadows of the thick trees into the darkness. The ever moving shadows seem to give form to the Grey’s whispers.
On edge, the Guardians notice sporadic sets of red eyes in the swamp around them. Over the hours, they pass at least six sets of these eyes. Knowing now that these forms could be lost travellers or unfortunate creatures only reminds them of what their own fate could have been. None of the creatures approach the swamp’s edge, instead disappearing with a quiet splash beneath the inky surface when the cart’s lightning nears.
The dragon’s silhouette, lit by Eberron’s moons, eventually descends down beneath the canopy to join the rest of the group.
"I would say we’ve made it nearly halfway back to the mists.", Dubdub says,
"Though, I am unable to hold this form any longer."
With that, a long white beard grows from the dragon’s chin and the golden wings flap open into a grey cloak, which drapes over his shoulders. His long slender body shrinks down and the tail disappears beneath the sleeveless robe. Tattoos appear on his forearms and a dragonmark on his face. The golden scales dissolve to reveal pale, toughened skin. His clawed right hand curls and withers into the head of a staff which stretches out to the ground. The transition lasts but a moment, revealing a pale, bald traveller with a white beard in a grey cloak holding a tall staff with a gnarled dragon’s claw at the top. His arms are muscular with peculiar tattoos. Across the right side of his face is a deep purple dragonmark. On the left side of his face is a dark red tattoo, mirroring his mark.
[ +- ] William Windchaser
He bows his head slightly,
"William Windchaser at your service. The animals call me Dubdub."OOC:
I’ll wait for Torhak. His roll may improve the overall average.
