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Trapped and Bound
an illustrated tale
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    Flames suddenly shot past the right side of the ship.  The elf at the wheel shot the ship to the left, as the horizontal pillar of flame chased the ship sideways.  The flame breath of the dragon missing the airship slammed into the countryside before them, igniting the area in hell fire.
    "I guess this would be a bad time to mention float wood is incredibly flammable," the elf captain quipped to Garalt.
    "Great..." Garalt sighed, looking about at his team.  HIS team, he thought.  He was put in command, and it was his job to get them home safely.  Garalt began to look them over, one by one, thinking of how he had met them, and how they had helped him through his journey.  As he glanced over them all, his eyes fell upon Greylen.  Garalt could remember all the times Greylen had helped out in their quest, especially fighting of Ethelred at the Laquos river.  Poor Greylen, he thought, possibly the last of the Priests of Zaan and he doesn't even know what it means to be one.  And at the Tower of Olyian, Greylen cast the incredible spell that ended the battle between the Paladins of Huldrain, Jackals and Triark Dragoons.
    "Greylen!" Garalt called out.
    "Y...Yes?" Greylen responded, looking up at Garalt atop the forecastle.  Garalt could see the fear in the young man's eyes, and Garalt couldn't fault him for it, Garalt could feel the fear inside himself as well.
    "Do you think you could do something about that dragon?"
    "I... can try..." Greylen stammered.
    "You can do this, Greylen," Demonclaw reassured him, placing his hand on the mage's shoulder, "I believe in you."  Greylen nodded quickly and then walked to the side of the ship.  Greylen began to chant softly, too quietly for Garalt to hear over all the wind and dragon noise about him.  But as he continued, Garalt could hear more and more of the muffled chanting, until Greylen reached the end of his spell.  Garalt nodded to the captain who began to turn the ship so that Greylen could have a better shot at the dragon.
    "Breath of the north, become my sword, pierce at the heart of my enemies!  Ice Lance!"
    As Greylen finished his spell, a great burst of blue magic shot forth from his hands at the dragon, followed by a great cheer from the group aboard the ship.  But their hopes were quickly snuffed as the dragon easily banked out of the way of the magical blast.

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