"Scorch! We just saw Scorch! Not in the body of Kirell, like last time, but with a newer, more horrible body. He's headed right towards The Shady Corner. We need everybody we can in here, NOW!!! Get our fastest runners and send them out for the rest of the townspeople. Lets MOVE IT, Monkeys! MOVE it!!!"
The Angori brandishes his weapons and begins searching for the stronger citizens of Jastrey.
"The Shady Corner calls me home!" Thalenir's voice echoes through the tavern once more and appears in a flash of light, not unsteadily but now in full confidence of the magic, decked out in his chain haubergeon with sword and shield in hand. The look on his face is dead serious, and it is obvious he has come prepared to do battle.
He takes one look at Grall and Erdan and nods. "You've seen it, too, then? There's no time to waste. Collect your arms and spread the word. Scorch comes, and all defenders of Jastrey are called to her defense."
Thalenir's eyes glow with a fierce azure light. "This time, we put him down for good."
Grall roars out into the town to alert all of Jastrey. He then proceeds to beat his chest violently, whipping himself into a fit of rage. *Guard 10*
"Come, citizens of Jastrey! Defend your home! Scorch descends upon us, threatening our peace and prosperity, and daring to pose as your master and mine! Draw your weapons and prepare your spells. We meet at The Shady Corner!"
"I have heard stories of such a dragon from a lone rogue who was heading the other direction as I came here. He said he barely made it through. But with the power within me and with the power of everyone else here. Let us take this beast straight to the underworld."
Erdan stands outside the tavern, wielding his sword and shield. Waiting for the flying dragon to descend to his level.