I am not sure why I said save the dragon. I mean really while Mossilia was rich enough its not like its known
for its fine war tradition or any wandering hero tended to be in the area. And even if it was the case the
King was kind of a jerk.
But upon returning to the scene of the conflict I decided I must be some sort of oracle. Perhaps latent
exposure to all of Morgana's magics has granted me some sort of ability to see into the future. Come to think
of it why have I never asked to be stronger? I mean if she can make Andrew that submissive toy I could be a
Warrior Queen.
But I digress upon our rapid return to town(thanks to Morgana's teleporation) I saw a sight that would easily
make the surprise of my Mother's sexy Jesterdom pale. I saw the massive silver scaled reptilian form that I
assume would be Ariadne's true form amdist the rubble of the town, but what made this so odd was she seemed to
be being pushed back by what I thought was a toddler. She had large pink pigtails but was wearing some sort of
armor I think but it had gears and smoke, her shield was covered in moving teeth similarly her blade.
"Is.. that a Gnome?"Maedel asks incredulously. I had never seen a gnome before so at first I thought the
proportions were that of a child but gnome made far more sense. This moved the encounter back to something
less confusing than the Jester one.
"Yeah,"Morgana explains, "its one of their Knights of the Machine God, basically their equivalent of a
Paladin. They are pretty rare but surprisingly badass."
"but she looks like a child!"I blurt out. I mean gnomes do.
"That's why I said surprisingly. She could be older than all of us put together Minius Maedel,"Morgana
continues to explain.
I watched as the gnomish knight seemed to bounce off the various bits of rubble around her using them to jump
from place to place with a speed that turned her into a blur finally landing ontop of Ariadne's back and
cutting into it with that odd blade of hers.
"Can't you do something about that?"I ask Morgana.
"Look I've already been transformed once today because I tried to bully my way through wards.."she begins.
"yesterday"Queeny corrects.
"What?"
"You were transformed yesterday"Queeny explains again, oddly holding to a straight tone.
"Why are you correcting me?"
"Because its funny?"
Morgana pauses in thought, "ok.. maybe.. as I was saying I'm not going to try and push my way past divine
technology wards I learned my lesson"
"You could try.. nontransformative magic"I suggest, "I mean if you were an adventurer surely you know stuff
like throwing around fire or lightning or whatever?"
Morgana sighs, "Look I can only hold so many spells on me at a given time and thus since I've prepared mostly
transformations and teleportations well I don't have room for fireballs"
"Are you sure you need the ability to turn people into platypuses?"I ask hesitantly.
"Of course I do!"she explaims, then turning to Maedel, "Time for you to earn your keep with that eleven
archery of yours."
"To hit something very small and fast moving and not the much larger target behind her."MAedel asks.
"Well of course I mean you're an elf. You can do that on a moonless night in a blizzard."Morgana explains.
"Elven accuracy may.. be greatly exagerated."Maedel comments.