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"That is Lord Dosise. and I am returning to Isiolde for awhile. There may be clues on how to defeat Goria there, but I've told Dosise here that I either go alone or with two others. So Namari, would you like to join me?"
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
(dam, I fail. Wrong account again lolz.) Dadramora smiled. Then off we go, both of you. Dosise, Namari, just one thing. Be careful and if I say not to do or say something, don't. It may well end up saving your life."
((No. She has meet Enoch though. In the school library.))
Dosise nodded as well. "And I will also go, along with Kagero." the wyvern stands up, as it had laid down to rest. A look of excitement in its eyes. "Nice to meet you by the way Namari."
Dadramora grabbed Namari and set her on one side of the stone, then did the same for Dosise. "Kagero, is it? Okay, just touch your tail onto one of us and you should be fine. Make sure you're connecting with flesh, not clothing or armor. Alright, each of you place one hand on top of mine. It's gonna be a bumpy ride." Dadramora held his hand out directly over the stone as Kagero touched Dosise with his tail tip. "Ect'Neh forma ni Va." Dadramora said, then all of them were instantly whisked away into the teleportation stone. Seconds later, all of them were standing around another teleportation stone in Isiolde. They were in the center of a small, ruined village. Squirrels and rabbits twice as big as usual were running away, chattering at the group of people who had suddenly appeared. "Welcome to Isiolde." Dadramora murmmured.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
"It was. Some parts still are, but we have to move." Dadramora walked left, heading straight for a large building that may have been a festival hall once upon a time. He had never really been in this village, prefering to stay and train in his barracks.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Kagero looked around admiring the view aroun him. He could care less about the destroyed village. People weren't his favorite, not yet. Too much evil and corruption in that race. Dosise walked next to him and the two of them followed Dadramora.
When the group got to the door, Dadramora slowly pushed it open. Rats and feral beasts too small to do anything serious fled from the sound and the sudden release from the darkness. "Vana." Dadramora whispered. A small ball of fire erupted in front of him, then travelled around the room, illuminating bits of furniture and bones. He found a torch and lit it, then did the same for the other ten or so around the room, illuminating the entire first room of the building. That's when Dadramora realized this wasn't a festival hall at all, but was the palace of the Drakon. It was relatively small compared to the other Drakon palaces, but it was just as plain as the other ones. A bit too plain actually. "Come." He whispered. He kicked a bone out of his path, then walked into the building. What he was looking for, he didn't know, but he'd find it.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Dadramora sighed. "Hold on a minute Dosise, let me see if I can find it..." Then he walked over by what used to be a fairly decent throne and searched. He smiled when he found what he was looking for. It was a little nob made of stone that had a rune carved into it. Dadramora sent a small pulse of magic through it, and instantly the front wall of the hall opened inwards, almost taking out Namari and Dosise. The hole was now big enough to let a medium sized dragon through, so it was just big enough for Kagero. "There ya go." Dadramora said.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Dadramora stepped on a knife made of the same material as his armor, bent over and picked it up. He examined it closely and discovered that it was very finely made, and even after all these years it was still as sharp and unrusted as when it was first forged. "Who wants the knife?"
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
