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Prince Wader took counsel with the Wizard of Duhall, and they hatched a plan. The Peppo-Linx had a great lust for chocolate caramel peanut, known only to the Wizard. They hitched a large bubble pack to a pair of the fastest squirrels to be known, Morandir and Jeffree, loaded it with a leaky barrel of chocolate caramel peanut and sent them ahead.
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"This is why you never start a quest without a wizard" said Clover of Mochania. The prince laughed and replied "Indeed, if not for Dunhall we would still have that cat to deal with, but now is your time to prove yourself Draugmor, tales say you have walked this mountain many times before."
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The path over the Taryn Mountains is treacherous, the fog is blinding, the winds as fierce as a snowdragon's breath, one wrong step will surely send any man to his grave. Draugmor takes the lead with Dunhall by his side for death seems to lurk closer with each and every step.
"Dunhall sir, any chance you can conjure up something to give us some sight in this?" Asked Draugmor. "There's something here blocking my magic Draugmor, it's a power I've not felt before."
The glow on the the end of Dunhall's walking stick had dimmed, and it began to flash. The usually warming green glow it offered to guide them through darkness was fading, and with it Dunahall's powers. Where could they rest and recharge themselves? They had not even reached the peaks of the Taryn Mountains yet.
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"There's a small cave not too far from here, it was used by the followers of Wowboia to hide from the Peppo-Linx. Ms. Clover of Mochania, it is said your people possess the ability to see well in the dark, can you make it out in this fog?" said Draugmor
As Ms. Clover of Mochania took the lead the Wizard of Dunhill had a vision. Atop the Taryn Mountain is a grove of Green Tea leaves. Those that vape of these leaves can defeat the powers of the Chadley Ring of Vaporia. So forward they marched to the cave,where they would rest and prepare to continue their journey.
It was upon theri arrival at the cave that the two fast and brave squirrels, Morandir and Jeffree arrived, tired but unharmed. Prince Wader knew their tongue and spoke with them. The Peppo-Lynx had chased them indeed, and when they stopped abruptly, the cat of the Tarynn Mountains had plunged into an abyss. They were safe, for now.
Nevertheless, Prince Wader was uneasy, for he knew he had yet to secure the needed alliance of the Ice Dragon. Summoning Jeffree, the prince dispatched that swift squirrel to plead with Lady Marigrape for the dagger of Provario, but warned him to beware of the Rivas roaming the mountains along the way.
Jeffree moved swiftly like lightning along the narrow path that led to summit of the Taryn Pass when he felt the long daggered claws of a Peppo-lynx rip through his thick winter coat, the razor sharp teeth penetrating into his flesh, and in an instant it was gone. Mortally wounded he quickly realized he was surrounded by a pack of Rivas, their presence caused the Peppo-lynx to break off the attack, their blood red rabid eyes pierced through the dense fog, their blood thristy snarls echoed the sounds of impending death.
A green flash passed through thick fog and within seconds the Rivas mutilated bodies lay shreded in the snow............it was Rye. Rye came to Jeffree's side as he struggled with each word, blood pulsating from his wounds, his tail slowly twitching, he told Rye of the evil commited by Burncarto, the quest of Prince Wader and his legion of the 808 who were resting back in the cave behind him.
Gently licking his wounds with her sandpaper tongue, Rye's magic saliva restored poor Jeffree to life. Putting together the story he had just told her with the facts of her own kidnapping, Rye turned her eyes into slits and hissed softly in Jeffree's ear: "Continue your quest, my little furry friend, but beware the double-dealings of the Wizard of Dunhall!"
Jeffree dashed as fast as he could to warn the prince, hoping he could reach them in time. Meanwhile in the cave, The Wizard of Dunhall said "Fair prince, we must send out a scouting party, or at the very least Draugmor, to find a path, staying here will be certain doom."
Chapter 3
Prince Wader grows restless with anticipation awaiting news from Jeffree for Lady Marigrape assistance which is essential to securing the alliance of the Icedragon. Time is of the essence for King Diamond's deteorating health weighs heavy on the Prince's mind as his heart is filled with rage and worry over Razzia. In the meantime we find out that Rye has escaped her captures and saves Jeffree from certain death. Jeffree tells Rye of the Prince's quest, while Rye warns Jeffree about the Wizard of Dunhall. They both part ways, Jeffree heads back to the cave to warn the Prince, while Rye returns to Lady Marigrape.
The scene opens in the cave.
Prince Wader responds, "Indeed Wizard, time is not our ally, we can no longer wait for Jeffree we must push to the summit and gather as many Green Tea Leaves as possible before crossing the Wowbacco Desert. Jeffree enters the cave.....
Prince Wader grows restless with anticipation awaiting news from Jeffree for Lady Marigrape assistance which is essential to securing the alliance of the Icedragon. Time is of the essence for King Diamond's deteorating health weighs heavy on the Prince's mind as his heart is filled with rage and worry over Razzia. In the meantime we find out that Rye has escaped her captures and saves Jeffree from certain death. Jeffree tells Rye of the Prince's quest, while Rye warns Jeffree about the Wizard of Dunhall. They both part ways, Jeffree heads back to the cave to warn the Prince, while Rye returns to Lady Marigrape.
The scene opens in the cave.
Prince Wader responds, "Indeed Wizard, time is not our ally, we can no longer wait for Jeffree we must push to the summit and gather as many Green Tea Leaves as possible before crossing the Wowbacco Desert. Jeffree enters the cave.....
After telling of his tale Jeffree whispered to Prince Wader of the warning about the Wizard from Rye. Prince Wader looked solemn and said "Old wounds are not yet healed from the battle of Wowbacco when the Great Wizard left Davi the Vapor Prince to face Gen. Novapor and his hoards of Ravis and crows alone with his men. The Wizard was needed elswhere, and even Dunhall cannot be in two places at once. It was not the fault of the Wizard that Davi was slain. The death of Rye's good friend has always been a cause of mistrust between the two."
Perhaps it is time to tell you about the squirrels. In these days they were not small with tiny nests in treetops as we know them today. They were larger than a pony and smaller than a horse. They were very fast afoot, but only a highly skilled rider could hold on while riding one as the trip was not a smooth one on their backs.
They could fight fiercely when pressed, but it was not in their nature.
Now squirrels have never paid attention to the boundaries of men and wander (and eat) where they please. This caused a near war with the Bannana Foster farmers of the midland lakes, a people with vast knowledge of all things that are green and grow. Using their knowledge, they shrunk the chestnuts, acorns and peanuts from their original huge proportions into something that can fit in a man's hand. Within a generation or two, which is to say rather quickly as a man might live his life seeing many generations of squirrels pass in his lifetime, the squirrels also became small, and fearful of men. But that is another tale, and not part of this story.
They could fight fiercely when pressed, but it was not in their nature.
Now squirrels have never paid attention to the boundaries of men and wander (and eat) where they please. This caused a near war with the Bannana Foster farmers of the midland lakes, a people with vast knowledge of all things that are green and grow. Using their knowledge, they shrunk the chestnuts, acorns and peanuts from their original huge proportions into something that can fit in a man's hand. Within a generation or two, which is to say rather quickly as a man might live his life seeing many generations of squirrels pass in his lifetime, the squirrels also became small, and fearful of men. But that is another tale, and not part of this story.
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