the svesti couldn't go all the way up the mountain so it took a couple of hours of hoofing it – hard work even with my gravity shoes
by time we reached the cave opening the air was the coldest i've ever breathed
the cave seemed to resist every sense – smooth floor and muffled hoofbeats and gloom so thick even my hornlight couldn't pierce it ... which is more unsettling than the others seemed to realize
then we heard the voice of the dragon named blizzard devours the frail
the darkness cleared enough for us to see it
even the oldest dragon in the everglow didn't look as withered or as terrifying
glowing empty eye sockets and dry tattered wings and scraps of snowy scales draped over bone
an ancient and ruined sword anchored to their chest by thick clear ice
my ears rang when they bellowed but i was too terrified to bolt
relic used their magic water whips to yank the dragon down to the ledge we stood on ... but the whips froze and shattered
then i felt a rush of fœtid breath colder than anything i've ever known
every part of me screamed with needles of frozen fire
porcelain contracts when it gets cold but copper contracts even more ... and the tightening metal of my front legs sent pressure cracks through every single porcelain inlay
if i'd been the silver or brass sort they'd probably have completely shattered and no doubt i'd have passed out from the shock
as it was i almost couldn't cast my renew spell
zer' and medya were frozen just as badly and we all had to take a moment to recover
the other three avoided it and went right to work scorching and smashing the dragon's massive bones and after a short time we were all throwing everything we could at it
they readied another bitter scream and for a moment ... just for a moment ... i wasn't sure we'd survive
but we did
and we fought back
we worked together and we ended the undead horror named blizzard devours the frail
all was quiet for a few seconds until spark started to laugh
there i was with cracked leg plates and wet cheek fur and spattered with dust ... and laughing with her because victory over evil and relic's sword freed and tension released
it was in terrible shape but it hardly mattered – he broke the blade and a liquid yellow energy swirled out of it to lift him off the ground and absorb into him
then he was on his knees and shaking and laughing like i'd never heard him laugh
i remember when relic told me he had to get his original sword back because it was a part of him like a limb taken away
for a short time he stayed there to process through so many long-delayed emotions and when he stood up there was new life to his motions – like he was entirely present for the first time in a very long time
i was so happy for him i started to cry again
but we heard a weak voice from below ... and when we went down lower into the pit we found "tarnish"
tarnish was another experiment of d'cannith merrix 1 and just like the others it had been possessed
but unlike the others it was impaled on a large stone spear and it looked so miserable ... rusted iron and rotting wood ... and undead
wrought
it stared at my legs like it was hungry and i'm not ashamed to say that i hid behind spark
then it told relic to "free me or finish it"
...
its core is "fernian iron" and it's always warm in a way that tarnish could no longer feel
we found a note with an arcane mark on it that relic recognized from the vision he had when leali read from the draconic prophecy
the writer thanked us for giving their friend "the send-off they deserved"
there were several "gifts" left for us – a large amount of gold collected from various sources and 6 small magical items meant for each of us
i'll figure out what mine does while we travel to trolanport
right now i have some emotions of my own to sort through