Gather Together|Naurorod

[Kender Bard]

Essence is waiting for the Fires upon their return. "Good, you are assembled already. Come closer, Children of Erif, and prepare for your blessings, for you have done very well!"

[Devon]

Ryuk sits in a tree near Essence and waits to see what the dragon is going to say. "I hope we get candy.."

[Kender Bard]

Essence glances over the group and rumbles, "I have heard that sickness is spreading the lands. What mighty and proud warriors let themselves fall prey to the unseen foe of plague? That is not a worthy death for our people; you Fires should either die in battle or while doing some noble deed. Therefore, I give you the ability to abolish sickness from your systems. With but a thought, you can make your blood boil to burn away ills before they can take root." Nodding to himself, he says, "Yes.. That will suffice. Farewell, children of Erif, and do not forget the lessons that have humbled you so." Spreading his wings, the dragon flies away - not to his perch but far away.

[Devon]

Ryuk grins at the gift then stops and looks puzzled. "So if I get a cold...is it going to burn when I pee?"

[Kender Bard]

Charanth rolls his eyes, cuffs the man gently and explains, "No; it means if you get sick, you'll burn away the sickness from within you as if you never had it."

[Devon]

Ryuk looks at Charanth and grins sheepishly. "Oh...that makes a lot more sense now that you put it like that. Sir Charanth..what do we do now? Do you have any jobs for me?"

[Kender Bard]

Charanth muses, sweeping an eye over his clanmates. Things were supposed to settle down a while now, but for someone of Ryuk's kind, that was a bad thing. "Actually, I do." An idea began to form in the young man's head and he smiled at it. "You're a young hotblood, like a lot of your youths; well, similar in that regard at least. I could use your thoughts and opinions on a tournament of skill, power, and honor."

[Devon]

Ryuk places his hand on his chin and think sof r a while. "First...sign me up..and second..what would the prize for winning be? How many contestants are allowed to join in? And what are the limits to fighting?"

[Kender Bard]

Charanth eyes Ryuk as he ponders the questions, and fires back, "What kind of prizes are young men interested in these days? And I suppose any fire type could join, but we'd have to break things into rank based off age. Furthermore, the limits would be, of course, no killing. It would be a contest to make the other forefeit, knock them out of some boundaries, or something of that sort."

[Devon]

Ryuk thinks for a moment and shakes his head. "I don't know what kind of prizes men my age want. To be honest I'd just want to do it to see if I'm the best."

[Kender Bard]

"Then I suppose that's gratification enough unless someone comes up with something," Charanth conceded. "While I head home with our clanmates, I want you to go to the other Clans and invite them; okay?"

[Devon]

Ryuk stands at attention and salutes. "Yes sir, I'll get right on it then." Ryuk bows a bit then takes off to talk to the other clans.