The breach tunnel settles into a hush. The first dragon lowers his head over the pale eggs, and the three luminous threads loosen from strain into a steady glow.
The Elder Knight
We keep watch here, then. Not as hunters, but as wardens.
The Scarred Knight
A good place for a vow. Warm stone, quiet air, and no crowd to muddle the mind.
The Fighter-Butcher
I have stood over carcasses and feast tables. This is cleaner work. Better work.
The first dragon’s shadow stretches around the alcove like a roof. The eggs catch the green light and gleam softly, untouched.
The Elder Knight
He guards before he boasts. That matters.
The Scarred Knight
If you wish it, we can speak of the old roads through these hills. Or of the names we carried before we took vows.
The Fighter-Butcher
And if the dragon wants silence instead, we can give him that too. For now, I am content to sit.
+ Story Quest Added
Guard the clutch of pale eggs
“I tell through servive you will learn my identity in pieces, first you will learn one of my most important names, of many, "Kier 3" (((appointent by a hhuuuuuuuuge dragon woman, mo, mother of many)))”
SUCCESS (Poor Electric speech, rolled +4)
The first dragon shifts the air with a low, deliberate hum. The binding threads brighten once, as if listening.
the first dragon
Kier 3.
The name lands in the tunnel like a seal set in wax. The knights go still, then look at him with new attention.
The Elder Knight
Kier 3... a guard-name, or a vow-name?
The Scarred Knight
Either way, it has weight. I will remember it.
The Fighter-Butcher
Three sounds like a counting mark. First, second, then you. I can keep that.
The pale eggs rest below their watch, untouched. The Elder Knight inclines his head, asking without haste for the next piece.
Quest Complete
Guard the clutch of pale eggs