<I think our biggest problem is we're making assumptions about Nrilgroth without actually knowing anything about his... character, I suppose. It seems clear he's the sort to use vile, underhanded tactics, but we know little else. He could be bold and prideful. He could be subtle and treacherous. He could be something else entirely. We do know his name is kept hidden, but that could mean all number of different things****;
Forlirn paused his stride for a moment, blinking as if drawn out of deep thought. "...I feel... something. Like residual magic... but that can't be right, not with the way this world devours magic... probably something to do with this place. Spiritual energies similar to magic, perhaps..."
Frilarth tilted his head, his argentine ears swiveling about before the dragon bounded closer to the rest of the group. "Yup, it's magic! I can hear it all around. It's real magic, too. Not the creepy not-magic that wants to kill us."
The ruins did seem brighter somehow in the compound... but perhaps that was a trick of the eery light.
A message addressed to the Emporer would soon arrive. The message itself was blank aside from its adressee, but it bore the official letterhead of the Plasmid Biotechnology Corporation. The corporation was known as one of the largest and wealthiest in the known regions of Neuva, due mostly in part to it being at the head of producing cutting-edge technology and being responsible for most of the medical-related advancement of Neuva's modern era. The corporate entity held more political power than most nations; a message from it could not be ignored lightly.
It was worth noting the company's corporate headquarters was based in the dragon-friendly city where Caelidorus had been treated for his injuries.
((Two months since I posted. I really am sorry for my poor posting frequency. I hope to post more often, though I sadly cannot make any promises.))
04-Mar-2014 16:09:05