A Ripple in the Depths
Eight Day of the Twelfth Month 293 AC
The apartment is on the eighteenth floor of the Spire of Bountiful Currents, and almost unimaginable number throughout most of your realm. No one save perhaps a wizard would think to live this high up in most of your cities. Here magic thrums through the tower like a subtle pulse, you can feel the enchanted water beneath the chipped marble as you climb. You check the number and knock once, twice, and a third time with more force. Finally it creaks open to reveal a room you find yourself stinks of yeast and something almost like rancid butter.
Thrice-fermented whale milk, you realize after a moment. Not everyone can afford kelp-wine or cares to.
Still, the locathah who greets you is presentable enough save for paint discoloration around his left eye that turns bronze scales a sickly yellow. A good day for him, you assume, and one you are about to make much better. Almost two thousand marks change hands in exchange for a pitted stone of far-speech.
Lost 1,800 IM
As you depart down the spiraling stairs you hope he will put his windfall to good use, but that does not keep your attention long. Twenty words are not much to make your case for a meeting in, but it is better than nothing and once you had heard Galzerai's voice you can make use of your own magic to contact him further.
"Hail Elder Galzerai. Kin I am and King in the Garden. I would speak in peace of trade and other aid," You proclaim, feeling the stone crumble in your fist.
"What manner of king art thou and what kinship do you claim?" comes the rumbling reply.
Casting a spell of the Fourth Circle for every phrase said and reply heard is far from an ideal means of communing over distances, but given how hard it was to even find this much of a link to the reclusive dragon it is a small price to pay.
"Crimson are my scales and mortal many of my subjects. Ware for the Deep Ones would make enemies of us."
As you had hoped the answer pricks the other dragon's pride.
"They will regret the attempt, seek me out by the paths of the merchants of Pragnat."
Thankfully the salt fortress of Pragnat is a place known to the traders of Vialesk also and the Sea Guard's appreciation of your aid in uncovering Islin goes so far as to find a sorcerer who knows the caravanserai well enough to translocate you and Lya there in the span of a few breaths. Though you might be more impressive with the
Moonchaser at your back, the involvement of the Deep Ones lends these talks a greater urgency.
Galzerai is as good as his word, for rather than needing once again to find a guide one presents herself to you. A young tojanida, shell gleaming to a mirror shine and carved in warding runes to help with long journeys. "Come on then, ship's this way.
He must be really interested to meet you, he doesn't usually tell me to drop everything to guide someone."
The journey to Galzerai's lair gives you plenty of time to consider your many questions and posibile offers to the wyrm.
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OOC: I hope all this business of looking for the dragon is not dragging. I'm trying to give the world a sense of scale so you guys don't just jump around from one realm to the next without being able to take them in as individual powers.