crystal

[nonvenomous]

FORM: sending crystal
SENDER: richard dickerson
RECIPIENT: riftwatch
NOTES: backdated to week one of the invasion plot

[ Tersely muttered into his crystal at some mind-numbingly late or early hour of Justinian 18: ]

The red lyrium dragon just took flight from Hasmal. It was traveling east, towards the river.

[ That’s it. He does not answer any additional inquiries. ]

Comments

[thereneverwas]

Fuck.

[illithidnapped]

Guessing by that reaction, a red lyrium dragon is a worse problem than an already troublesome run of the mill red dragon.

[thereneverwas]

That is an understatement, yes.

[illithidnapped]

Ah. Well. Good to know.

Or...terrible to know. Either way, I suppose that means we'll all need to keep our heads down for a little while.

[thereneverwas]

Dragon in't gonna slay itself.

[illithidnapped]

You're joking, right?

[thereneverwas]

Mate, as I understand it, that fucking thing's been at the scene of every Corypheus-related disaster since he first showed up.

Couldn't hurt to try.

[illithidnapped]

Ahah— it absolutely could hurt to try.

In fact I'd argue that trying is exactly the sort of thing that'd tax our very finite forces the most.

[thereneverwas]

Suit yourself. S'pose I won't invite you along, then.

[illithidnapped]

You won't catch me near the damn thing, thank you very much.

[That's So Raven style flashcut to the future, where Astarion digs Holden out from beneath a mountain of rubble to the soothing sound of beating wings + later trekking across Thedas in search of scorch marks.]

But I'll certainly mourn your loss, darling. It'll be a shame.

not here.

[acreage]

[ he'll see this at some point, and really wish he'd noticed it earlier. ]