...who let him even use the network, honestly

[deconsecrate]

[ Travelers, remember when you were recently informed about a terrifyingly organized group of dragons? And how this information was imparted in a manner grave, suitably solemn and noble and stuff?

...this probably won't be anything like that, just as a precaution. ]

Not to interrupt anyone's plans for the evening, but--

[ Hawke does not have any of them fancy image-sharing skills, so you're all just going to have to take his word on this. ]

I probably should let someone know there's herd of dragons on the move here, making a terrible mess of the tournament-grounds between Rivergard & Westgard. Bit bigger than the last ones, although not as many! Thank the Maker for small favors.

Does anyone know what you call a venery of dragons, by the way? I've always wondered*.

*[ no he hasn't ]

Comments

[psec]

[ you'll be sorry... ]

wastingtime

--ugh, okay just. Okay, what kills these things, then? Can I just shoot it out of the sky?

[deconsecrate]

[ Absolutely! ...that prospect gives Hawke pause maybe two percent of the time. ]

A trebuchet would probably be handy, sure.

[ Is it time for cultural and temporal confusion? Oh yes. ]

[psec]

[ what. just. what. ]

...I... was thinking more along the lines of a pulse rifle? Or any other heavy firearm?

[deconsecrate]

[ just what yourself, serrah! ]

I've...no idea what you're talking about, but feel free to keep going.