Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150828165808/@comment-24736819-20150918203135

(Harry, can I carry own the Dunkarn Haven's story? I mean, it wouldn’t take long for the message to get on Raven Spring and Lisbeth to make way there.)

Balin lost count on the time he had been wandering through the endless tunnels of the Dreughs' den. He started thinking about how his Uncle could already be fighting a dreugh, which would make the young Prince lose the challenge and the masterful carpenter on his crew.

The light was barely reaching this deep into the reef and as Balin felt his air supply starting to fade, he used the Toreau's family heritage and focused to slow his heartbeats. He needed light or he'd be hunting a predator in its own lair without even seeing...and that could probably mean his death.

...

Joramun had placed the baits and was waiting for the dreugh to show up for a few minutes now. He wondered where his nephew was, since the last time he checked, Balin decided to follow him into the den.

The large breton was starting to grow impatient and was on the verge of swimming back to retrieve the baits, when he saw it...A large, reddish-brown and spiked-filled dreugh. The creature looked vicious and fierce as it slowly approached the baits. Joramun's ears quickly picked up the clicking sounds of its claws, yet the one he was watching never made a mention to crack its own claws, so it could only mean other ones were coming.

...

Finally, Balin found the place where his uncle was...and he saw it. As Joramun placed a trap to catch a dreugh, it seemed the dreugh made a trap to catch the intruders.

3 of them floated above the large breton's hiding spot while a fourth one distracted Joramun by approaching the bait. Balin had to act fast or his Uncle would become dreugh food.