Paladras

Paladras watched his companions tie up their horses, and wander off. Kalahr Ian spoke briefly with a small kalahr and set off after it at a brisk pace. The Mountain twins headed towards the tavern, and the Leaf-Kin disappeared into the crowd of travelers wandering through the market.

Paladras had heard the whispers of Diaphasia as soon as they had entered the Anidir forests. He decided to go read the signs, to see what Diaphasia was warning him about.

Opening his eyes, he touches the third finger of his right hand to his temple and invokes his draconic blood.

The breeze carried the scents of the town. Any concentration of kalar smelled like raw meat, stone, and metal. The breeze shifted to come from the north. That's when he smelled it. Ancient dust and the many-legs. Paladras briefly remembered the stories his brood mother had told he and his siblings. His clan had rooted out and eradicated a nest of many-legs while he was still playing with his own egg shards in his clan home.Scanning the horizon to the northeast he saw an intermittent flickering highlighting a mountain far in the distance. Paladras stretched out with all his hereditary senses. Draconic blood affords those that posses it an affinity to their native environment. Paladras had been blooded in the forests of his homeland. He felt, more than saw that the flickering was the presence of evil finally releasing it's hold on the mountain. The many-legs had been vanquished years before, but the evil they tried to invoke clung to the mountain.
Surely Diaphasia wasn't trying to warn him about a long dead nest. So what was it?

Paladras tucked his wings under his robes, then pulled his hood up. Hissing the incantation for unobtrusive presence, he headed back towards the tavern to talk to the Mountain twins. Misssy was a child of the World spirit, she might see something he could not.

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The Forest kin visibly paled when Paladras appeared next to him. "Alright Fangface, you are going to teach me that one day."
Paladras popped a few pimka fruit in his mouth and hissed out some laughter. "Kasssz, I  told you. Ssorsscery   is   easy   for   Wyrmkin. Dragons are made of magic."
Paladras turned and started hissing in low tones with one of the Half elf sisters.

"Mizzy, there is an air of unrest in the forest, when you are able to spare a moment, please accompany me so that we might narrow down the cause."

 "That can't be a good thing. Should we go get Ian?"