After the lengthy talk with Peter, Dramix came out of his deep meditative state and saw Naleeit in front of him undressed and looking at a dress.  Dramix didn’t want to imagine why, as he laid down. As he did so, the bed made noise and Naleeit saw him going to sleep.  “Is it not lovely?” (Naleeit) Dramix looked at …

Dramix walked over to the pitched tent that he shares with Naleeit, and while he didn’t mind sleeping outdoors, it was nice not to get wet from the rain and be protected from the cold. Even with another person.  He sighed after sitting on his thatch bed and closed his eyes to think.  A moment later, he took a meditative …

The night after the ceremony, Dramix entered the war council tent with Naleeit behind him. No longer was he in a withered form but back to his glory of stout muscles and unblimished skin. Naleeit felt lightened with her back straight with more pride and dignity than when they arrived, as she took off her sword and laid it on …

She looked at him angrily.  “Don’t toy with me.” (Naleeit) Peter smiled. “Let me ask you a question Naleeit. When was the last time you rested and let your body recover from the trials that you put it under?” (Peter in physical drakan form) Naleeit paused while thinking. It’s been years at least. “It’s not your warrior body that brings …

With the prison behind them, they had more hope as they ran through the the small army. It was accepted by them that whoever killed people in that arena had no fault put onto them. Still, it ran through Naleeit’s mind like a burden. The cleric was very interested in the two of them, he wanted to know a lot …

Dramix listened to the one that has been caring for him for over the last few weeks.  Many of the prisoners wanted to escape right away, but Naleeit and a few others had cooler heads. They asked them one simple question. “And go where?” (Naleeit) They knew that they were better off staying put for the time being, so they …

Naleeit moved over to the command table and looked at a roughly drawn purely guessed map of the prison they were in. She then proceeded to mule over it for hours. Of the seven sections of the circular shaped prison, they had control over the prison cells, the medical wing, the central arena, and the food store. They didn’t have …

Dramix and Naleeit both knew that they were too tired and weak to make an escape by air, but what concerned them more was getting out of the room they were in. Time had given them both supplies and patient to make tools. Dramix made them patch armor from the smaller bones they gathered and the leather pouches, as well …

Peter was unsure how long had passed since he arrived in the showroom of the prison. He wasn’t thrilled being a trophy on display, but it was better than being destroyed. Zwilander kept him company too. He absolutely refused being wielded by anyone but Dramix. He showed courage in surrendering together with Naleeit rather than fleeing. Peter had lost count …

After that, he felt a whack on his head before he blacked out. When he opened his eyes again, the area around him was dark.  His arms and legs were free, but there was something around his neck. It was large and heavy and had a chain attached to it. The rattling chain must have disturbed someone, as he then …