Io's Labyrinth

[Anastasia]

Ahead is a long, deep chamber where a heap of gems and gold lies. Atop it rests a dragon, forelegs on one another, like a dog or cat at rest. It watches you with eyes that are a cloudy white, a voice a windy, musical sound, "Welcome! I am Bredanalundalum, the Bard of the Sky."

[Nephrite]

Finally, a dragon that speaks his language!

"I admit a great curiosity to hear how that title was bestowed upon you." Moore says with a wide grin.

[Ebiris]

What colour is the dragon?!

"Well met Bredanalundalum. I am Alicia," she greets with a polite nod of her head.

2 for 2 on dragons who's names I have to copy/paste each time and will never type out properly, for those keeping score.

[Corwin]

3 for 3, though I shortened Ios's name as he was kind of a dick.

"Likewise, Bredanalundalum. Name's Seira," she introduces herself in kind. "Bard, though? Are you intended to fight us on your own?"

[Anastasia]

"Greetings," Antenora bows her head to him.

"A dragon bard?" Amaryl murmurs, "What a lovely concept."

"No worse than a dragon mage or a dragon paladin," Jetina adds, "Even if one dragon paladin stands above others."

Bredanalundalum smiles - showing too many pure white teeth - and laughs, "Ah, a fellow bard, are you? You have the look. Aaah, but I already know of you, of course, of all of you. Let me dispense the flattery. Lady Alicia, Lady Antenora, Lady Seira, Lady Amaryl, Sir Moore, Lady Jetina, Sir Hellman. It is a pleasure to meet all of you."

Dragon names are like that, yes.

[Nephrite]

"It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Bredanalundalum." Moore agrees with a smile.

[Anastasia]

Oberuth inclines his head to the dragon.

"As it is, as it is," Bredanalundalum declares, "I sing of the songs, the skies, the freedom of the air. What do you sing of, Sir Moore?"

"Making us absurdly more effective, mostly," Jetina murmurs, mostly to herself, but a pinch too loud.

[Nephrite]

"Hope." Moore answers easily. "Potential. The ability to go beyond what you think yourself capable of -- to do what Creation itself says is impossible."

[Anastasia]

"Were I to sing a song of all of you, each of you would represent a positive force. You and Seira agree on hope and potential. What is a bard to do," Looking to both Seira and then Moore, "Can you help me solve this problem? I wish to make a ballad of this meeting once it is done."

[Corwin]

"I try to lead by example, from the front, and be the hope that people can aspire for as well as relying on at their darkest moments," Seira tells him helpfully.

[Nephrite]

"I would be honored." Moore says. "I'll help in whatever way I can."

[Anastasia]

"I see, I see," Bredanalundalum declares, leaning forward, eyeing both of you as his head gets closer and closer. "I believe that old stick in the mud had names for you, but are they quite right? Duty for Sir Hellman I can see, Redemption for Lady Antenora. What of the others, let alone rhyming them?"

'Marie would like him,' Antenora sends to Alicia, standing back and watching.

[Ebiris]

'Perhaps she'll have a chance to make his acquaintance, after all this,' Alicia returns, letting Bredanalundalum talk it out with those who share his musical interests.

[Anastasia]

'Bringing dragon companions like these dragons as a reward would be a blessing,' Antenora says, 'Save for the purple wyrm, they seem well adjusted and wise.'

[Nephrite]

"Hmm..." Moore looks over at Jetina and considers for a moment. "Relief? Mm... it's not -quite- right... 'Jetina the Healer' doesn't really have the right..." He gestures absently. "Fluff to it. I think the best word to embody my comrade is Salvation." Moore says. "Yes, Jetina, Raziel's Champion of Salvation."