One moment Ulin Majere was free-falling through a fiery emerald hell, the next moment everything was dark and he was lying in a smoldering pile of broken wood and shattered masonry. He heard nothing at first. His ears were filled with a dull roar that muffled everything else. He blinked his teary eyes and stared up through the haze.
Ulin had never been so grateful to see stars. His eyes immediately found the Book of Souls in the heart of the night and drifted about, seeking more things to ground him in the sky. Solinari was an impotent sliver, but Lunitari was swollen and full of blood. He found Nuitari's hole, but quickly realized there were two more holes in the sky: The Valiant Warrior and the Goat's Skull were missing.
WELCOME BACK, the Marauder cackled in his mind.
Downfall Tempest Windstrider was the first of the stranded Exiles to find his feet, but couldn't stop staring dazedly at what was underneath of them. It was a wooden dragon, its faded red paint now blackened and burned. The dragon itself had been cracked in half by some great force, likely the same one that had leveled the large three-story building. He wondered if some version of his companions had died here. He had gone to sleep with Fao in his room in the Inn of the Red Dragon and awoken in the Wayfarer's sanctuary. He'd never known what had happened to Ferretas or Hab or Addy or even the obnoxious Knight. He'd hadn't thought about it before now. It wasn't practical to be distracted by such things living this life. Standing here and now, however, he had to wonder if this had been their destiny - to die in the wreckage of Tarsis, surrounded by the dead.
He heard Faoiltiama whimper at his side. He heard her. The ringing and the pain of the Wayfarer's chaotic plunge finally fading away. He could hear the distant screams now as the storm ravaged the city. Odd though, to hear lightning strikes on a cloudless night. That meant Wizards. Or worse. He could see what surrounded them in the dark.
It was worse.
Beldyn Pilofiro stared at the silent army of the dead that encircled them. The kender was shouting something, threatening to bash in the dwarf's skull before he turned or some such nonsense, but he wasn't really sure. It was like his head had been dunked under water and he couldn't find the surface. Everything was cold and muffled and echoed unnaturally. However, Beldyn could clearly see the skeletal warrior atop its bloody steed, watching him with glittering yellow eyes from beneath its black bat-winged helm. A sickle hung from its belt and a cursed medallion of bone lay against its banded mail chest. A breeze that sank of burnt flesh and blood ruffled the thing's tattered blue burial shroud of a cloak. The silhouettes of broken buildings that jutted above the shadowy streets were filled with the silent yellow eyes of dozens upon dozens of unmoving skeletal warriors.
“Ulin? Ulin, that is you!” Tasslehoff Burrfoot was shouting. “I think there are others buried in the wreckage, but I have to put Flint down before he...Before he..."
Ulin ignored the Marauder's cackling and finally saw the others who were with him: Antog, Beldyn, Downfall, and the elf's wolf. Tasslehoff Burrfoot was there too, his clothes torn and his face blackened and bloody. The kender hero looked like he'd been inside the building when it had collapse and had managed to dig himself out. He was standing over the inert form of Flint Fireforge, his hoopak poised and shaking over the old dwarf's bruised and swollen face. There were clear rivulets of pink on the kender's cheeks where his tears had washed away the aftermath of the wreckage. At a glance, the dwarf certainly looked dead, but on a Krynn where Lord Soth's armies of the dead marched across Ansalon death wasn't usually the end of things.
Ulin had hoped he would never see this cursed world again.
“Please help us,” Tasslehoff pleaded, as he bravely fought back tears. “I don't want to kill him too.”
No map yet guys. We're going to be bouncing between the two parties for a bit until things get sorted out story-wise. I only want to see posts from the characters in the scene for now. In the meantime, if any of you have any questions hit me up on the planner. Welcome back to “Dragons of Death” Ed and Matt.