bastard Cloakenstrike.”
“Unbelievable. I don’t know how you did that, but thank you, Vegenrage.” Blythgrin accepts the Sapphirewell and rubs it with his hands, concentrating. “It is complete with all its power.” Blythgrin puts it in his Bag of Holding.
“Logantrance, we must get back to Glimtron and the others. They may need our help.”
“I understand, Blythgrin.”
“Oriapow, we will be seeing you soon in the Erkensharie, and we can talk more. I am glad to see you unharmed after so long a time, old friend.”
“You as well, Blythgrin.”
“We will meet with the others and head to Erkensharie. We will see you there.” Blythgrin and the Dagi head through a Dimension Door and are gone.
“Oriapow, I believe this is something you may want to take care of.” Vegenrage hands the Octagemerwell to Oriapow. His skin deepens in color, and the wrinkles in his face visibly begin to smooth out. He smiles as the green glow reflects in his eyes. “I have no words, only gratitude, for having this back and soon to be returned to its rightful place in Erkensharie.”
“There is no time for you to waste. Go to your people and return the Octagemerwell. For right now, I need to figure out what to do about my own home,” Vegenrage says.
“Will you all be coming to Erkensharie soon? I have something very important to show you. It concerns you very much, Vegenrage.”
“I will, but I need some time to arrange and organize things here.”
“Okay, I must be going. It was a pleasure to meet you, Farrah, and Logantrance, I look forward to seeing you and talking about old times.”
“I look forward to it as well.” Oriapow walks through a Dimension Door of his own and is gone.
“Logantrance, what has happened here? How were the dragons able to do this? Has this happened to your home as well? What should we do? Should we rebuild or move?” Vegenrage asks.
“I have many secrets at my home, which the dragons, I hope, have not discovered. I must return and see what has happened there. I have not been back in a while, but if the dragons seek to destroy us, they surely have tried to set traps for me there. My home is my home and has been for a very long time. They will not drive me from there. You, on the other hand, have not been here that long. The decision is yours whether you stay here or move.”
“Hey, this is my home too. Even though it has been only for a short while, it is all I have along with you, Vegenrage,” Farrah says. Vegenrage smiles at Farrah.
“Well, there is nothing here except rebuilding, and we can do that anytime. What do you say we help Logantrance see what is going on with Richterblen?” Vegenrage asks.
“Sounds good to me.”
“Then, Logantrance, let’s go see what is going on at your place.”
“Slow down, Vegenrage. You are always so quick to jump into the action. We must plan and take this seriously. If the dragons have set a trap for us there, then we must be prepared. They have found all the secrets, by now, that they are going to find there. I think we should meet with the others at Erkensharie and see if they need our help. Are you sure there is nothing more for you to do here?”
Vegenrage looks around. His home has all been erased. All that is left are the metal floor and the pit in the center of the room where the Wogenkeld was made. He walks up to the pit and looks in. He holds his hands on it and concentrates. “The dragons were very thorough. They have absorbed everything that was here. There is nothing left, except what you see. I do have some questions now that I think about it. Behaggen, how was Cloakenstrike able to vanish when I tried to take the Bag of Holding from him?”
Behaggen wakes up to answer. “That Cloakenstrike. He is one seriously good magic user. The bag he carries with him is Getcher, and he is my fifth offspring. Getcher is very destructive in nature, so naturally, he was drawn to Cloakenstrike. Getcher has been magically tied to
“Unbelievable. I don’t know how you did that, but thank you, Vegenrage.” Blythgrin accepts the Sapphirewell and rubs it with his hands, concentrating. “It is complete with all its power.” Blythgrin puts it in his Bag of Holding.
“Logantrance, we must get back to Glimtron and the others. They may need our help.”
“I understand, Blythgrin.”
“Oriapow, we will be seeing you soon in the Erkensharie, and we can talk more. I am glad to see you unharmed after so long a time, old friend.”
“You as well, Blythgrin.”
“We will meet with the others and head to Erkensharie. We will see you there.” Blythgrin and the Dagi head through a Dimension Door and are gone.
“Oriapow, I believe this is something you may want to take care of.” Vegenrage hands the Octagemerwell to Oriapow. His skin deepens in color, and the wrinkles in his face visibly begin to smooth out. He smiles as the green glow reflects in his eyes. “I have no words, only gratitude, for having this back and soon to be returned to its rightful place in Erkensharie.”
“There is no time for you to waste. Go to your people and return the Octagemerwell. For right now, I need to figure out what to do about my own home,” Vegenrage says.
“Will you all be coming to Erkensharie soon? I have something very important to show you. It concerns you very much, Vegenrage.”
“I will, but I need some time to arrange and organize things here.”
“Okay, I must be going. It was a pleasure to meet you, Farrah, and Logantrance, I look forward to seeing you and talking about old times.”
“I look forward to it as well.” Oriapow walks through a Dimension Door of his own and is gone.
“Logantrance, what has happened here? How were the dragons able to do this? Has this happened to your home as well? What should we do? Should we rebuild or move?” Vegenrage asks.
“I have many secrets at my home, which the dragons, I hope, have not discovered. I must return and see what has happened there. I have not been back in a while, but if the dragons seek to destroy us, they surely have tried to set traps for me there. My home is my home and has been for a very long time. They will not drive me from there. You, on the other hand, have not been here that long. The decision is yours whether you stay here or move.”
“Hey, this is my home too. Even though it has been only for a short while, it is all I have along with you, Vegenrage,” Farrah says. Vegenrage smiles at Farrah.
“Well, there is nothing here except rebuilding, and we can do that anytime. What do you say we help Logantrance see what is going on with Richterblen?” Vegenrage asks.
“Sounds good to me.”
“Then, Logantrance, let’s go see what is going on at your place.”
“Slow down, Vegenrage. You are always so quick to jump into the action. We must plan and take this seriously. If the dragons have set a trap for us there, then we must be prepared. They have found all the secrets, by now, that they are going to find there. I think we should meet with the others at Erkensharie and see if they need our help. Are you sure there is nothing more for you to do here?”
Vegenrage looks around. His home has all been erased. All that is left are the metal floor and the pit in the center of the room where the Wogenkeld was made. He walks up to the pit and looks in. He holds his hands on it and concentrates. “The dragons were very thorough. They have absorbed everything that was here. There is nothing left, except what you see. I do have some questions now that I think about it. Behaggen, how was Cloakenstrike able to vanish when I tried to take the Bag of Holding from him?”
Behaggen wakes up to answer. “That Cloakenstrike. He is one seriously good magic user. The bag he carries with him is Getcher, and he is my fifth offspring. Getcher is very destructive in nature, so naturally, he was drawn to Cloakenstrike. Getcher has been magically tied to
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