They had carried the druid away, his wounds too grievous to be attended to by battle healers. Dragons carried him to a barrow where druids in the service of Yshera slept in the Emerald Dream. Lovetails likewise was taken by the dragons, though they gave no indication of her condition nor of her destination. When Assassen got there the greenish glow of the dream realm already surrounded his friend and people were filing out and flying away. Assassen managed to attract Alexstrasza's attention. the dragon aspect in human form came to the dwarfs side.
"My good dwarf, I think I know your questions so I will attempt to enlighten you to the situation. The druid is a valiant soul, but he was hit in the chest with a demon arrow and it nicked his heart. The poison in that arrow may be able to be leeched, but only over a long period of time. In the waking world that time would not be available, but in this state there is a good chance, although it is only a chance."
"What of the paladin?" " We do not know. She was knocked out by the blast and she should have come around fairly quickly, but she did not. She too perhaps is affected by the same poison, or else we are out of our own depth. She was taken to undergo a similar fate as the druid...she too will slumber. How long this will last I cannot say, days, weeks, months, years, decades or centuries."
The dwarf's chest fell. His breath a spirit upon the cold air of the barrow. "I did not account for this turning, and they did not deserve this fate." He looked at his friend slumbering in the quiet green glow, you could almost see the impression of leaves falling about him. "They deserved another, better..." sighed the dwarf. "I saw what you did," said Alexstrasza kindly, "You used the sword to free your friend from his doom...it was nobly done, for you know the most probable outcome of that situation...you may lose one or both of your friends even should they survive." "I couldna let him do it, he has come too far alone and the scars on his heart and soul are too many...I would not have him lose her. But since she shot him she must have become Eredar." "No, she does not seem to be, but she may well have been drugged and controlled." indicated the dragon aspect of life. "Perhaps she saw no way out and devised a plan to take them both out?" said the dwarf. "Possibly, possibly, it would explain much, but she seems unlikely to do such as that, she too is a true soul and perhaps all this will help her recovery, if such is possible."
Assassen nodded without further speculation though he was unconvinced that it was not the case, perhaps she knew that they might enter the Emerald Dream together in some way, or that the druid would again find her beyond the confines of this life as he had once before. "Where have you taken her?" asked the dwarf almost inaudibly. The young woman who was Alexstrasza laid her hand upon his shoulder and said "My friend she is atop Wyrmrest Temple at the moment. She is not a night elf and therefor not attuned to the dream as the druid is. We hold her there to more closely understand her malady and to attune her to the dream." "So they might be together?" "In a little while, yes, they might, but the dream projects its own will upon its members, they might meet immediately or in a century, or never." "At least it is a chance and If I know my druids, he will find her" said the dwarf with conviction. "Indeed, I think you are right, and you do know your druid, and he chose his friends very very well" smiled Alexstrasza as she began to move back toward the waiting Krasus. "Be well and blessed my friend dwarf, I think you will have much work to do to keep their dream alive here." and with that she changed into the form of the great red dragon and took to the sky with her consort heading back to Wyrmrest Temple to attend the paladin.
Assassen looked once more upon his fallen friend. They had spent so many years watching each other's backs...who would watch the druid's back now? Who would watch his? Brianthad, delayed by complications at Magister's Terrace arrived at that moment. Guess that's my answer thought Assassin. "He is alive?" asked Brian. "Yes, for now, yes." said the dwarf. "Does he indeed dream there?" mused Brian. "The druids have been doing so for ten thousand years, so yes I'd assume so" said Assassen. A chill wind blew outside and an answering draft from the barrow replied and the sound upon it was the single word Ataracia. "Sweet dreams my old friend. Sweet dreams" said Brian as he passed out of the ancient barrow. "Find her Orious. You find her. Come back to us if you can." said Assassen, brushing a tear and trudging slowly out of the chill barrow into the cold snow covered forest.
"My good dwarf, I think I know your questions so I will attempt to enlighten you to the situation. The druid is a valiant soul, but he was hit in the chest with a demon arrow and it nicked his heart. The poison in that arrow may be able to be leeched, but only over a long period of time. In the waking world that time would not be available, but in this state there is a good chance, although it is only a chance."
"What of the paladin?" " We do not know. She was knocked out by the blast and she should have come around fairly quickly, but she did not. She too perhaps is affected by the same poison, or else we are out of our own depth. She was taken to undergo a similar fate as the druid...she too will slumber. How long this will last I cannot say, days, weeks, months, years, decades or centuries."
The dwarf's chest fell. His breath a spirit upon the cold air of the barrow. "I did not account for this turning, and they did not deserve this fate." He looked at his friend slumbering in the quiet green glow, you could almost see the impression of leaves falling about him. "They deserved another, better..." sighed the dwarf. "I saw what you did," said Alexstrasza kindly, "You used the sword to free your friend from his doom...it was nobly done, for you know the most probable outcome of that situation...you may lose one or both of your friends even should they survive." "I couldna let him do it, he has come too far alone and the scars on his heart and soul are too many...I would not have him lose her. But since she shot him she must have become Eredar." "No, she does not seem to be, but she may well have been drugged and controlled." indicated the dragon aspect of life. "Perhaps she saw no way out and devised a plan to take them both out?" said the dwarf. "Possibly, possibly, it would explain much, but she seems unlikely to do such as that, she too is a true soul and perhaps all this will help her recovery, if such is possible."
Assassen nodded without further speculation though he was unconvinced that it was not the case, perhaps she knew that they might enter the Emerald Dream together in some way, or that the druid would again find her beyond the confines of this life as he had once before. "Where have you taken her?" asked the dwarf almost inaudibly. The young woman who was Alexstrasza laid her hand upon his shoulder and said "My friend she is atop Wyrmrest Temple at the moment. She is not a night elf and therefor not attuned to the dream as the druid is. We hold her there to more closely understand her malady and to attune her to the dream." "So they might be together?" "In a little while, yes, they might, but the dream projects its own will upon its members, they might meet immediately or in a century, or never." "At least it is a chance and If I know my druids, he will find her" said the dwarf with conviction. "Indeed, I think you are right, and you do know your druid, and he chose his friends very very well" smiled Alexstrasza as she began to move back toward the waiting Krasus. "Be well and blessed my friend dwarf, I think you will have much work to do to keep their dream alive here." and with that she changed into the form of the great red dragon and took to the sky with her consort heading back to Wyrmrest Temple to attend the paladin.
Assassen looked once more upon his fallen friend. They had spent so many years watching each other's backs...who would watch the druid's back now? Who would watch his? Brianthad, delayed by complications at Magister's Terrace arrived at that moment. Guess that's my answer thought Assassin. "He is alive?" asked Brian. "Yes, for now, yes." said the dwarf. "Does he indeed dream there?" mused Brian. "The druids have been doing so for ten thousand years, so yes I'd assume so" said Assassen. A chill wind blew outside and an answering draft from the barrow replied and the sound upon it was the single word Ataracia. "Sweet dreams my old friend. Sweet dreams" said Brian as he passed out of the ancient barrow. "Find her Orious. You find her. Come back to us if you can." said Assassen, brushing a tear and trudging slowly out of the chill barrow into the cold snow covered forest.
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