I say this because IT WILL DEVIATE COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY FROM THE TWOKINDS CANON!!!
And to prove my point, enjoy the little prologue I've put together, and feel free to leave your comments. And while I appreciate constructive criticism, I appreciate constructive criticism that is worded diplomatically even more. Also, I might add a little more by editing this OP.
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A young Bastitin watchman raked his gaze across the night sky. Heck if he knew what he was looking for, just that the Director of Strategy told him to keep his eyes on the sky. And that there had just been a huge flash of light from over the horizon, in the direction of the Bastitin Island, putting everyone on edge. But there was nothing. Just empty blackness peppered with stars. His partner, peering through a night-scope, seemed to think otherwise.
"Oh crap."
"Oh crap what?"
"We've got incoming. White dragon, heading in from the south."
"What? Where? I don't see anything"
"No time to argue, I know I never let you use the night scope. Signal the ballista crews."
Suddenly, a voice rang out in both their minds:
<That would be a rather ill advised course of action. I don't think your "Director of Strategy" would be too pleased you tried to shoot down the dragon he hired to recover a level zero VIP.>
Ah. Lady Nora. No wonder the Director had told them to watch the skies. The Bastitin turned to his human compatriot. "You're the magic user around here..."
A spark of mana appeared at the human's fingers as prepared to launch his thoughts skyward.
<Lady Nora, this is confederate watchtower zero-seven. We respectfully request confirmation on level zero status.>
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<Well,> Nora said, addressing the figure riding on her back, <Here's where you come in. Hope those toys of your's work as well as you say they do. I barely have enough energy to make it back to the island and maintain cover as it is. I really can't waste any more dodging two-foot arrows.>
The man said nothing, and only smiled as he took out a small, enchanted mirror, a series of runes lighting up on its surface. Tapping them in sequence, he began to speak: "This is Director of Intelligence Edmund Sirus. There is no time to bandy words about: our situation is dire."
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Back on the ground, the two watchmen checked the series of symbols on their own mirror against the ones the Director of Strategy had given them.
"Director, Nora, the Strategist will meet you at the eastern field. Proceed with caution; we just finished repairs to the medical center last week."
<I'll have you know that I've been flying several thousand times longer than you've been walking, you insolent pup.>
The two watchmen exchanged smirks. By that time, the dragon was close enough for them to make out her irate expression.
"Be that as it may, it doesn't change the fact that last time you were here you tore a hole right through the...
<Ugh, fine. So much for waiting until people forgot about that...>
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The moment Nora touched down, a team of human clerics, bastitin medics and keidran healers rushed forward to unstrap the litter that had been positioned between her wings. Several winced at the sight of the broken body lying upon the stretcher, visible beneath the glow of a stasis spell.
"Man. Skull fracture, two broken ribs, multiple lacerations, possible internal injuries..." One of the white-clad doctors turned to a colleague. "I've heard you guys are as tough as all get out, but we really have our work cut out for us, don't we?"
Their voices faded away as they made their way into the hospital. The man who had ridden in with the patient on Nora stood by a snow-white wolf, watching the dragon take off and fade into the distance.
"Nice to see you survived our little encounter with Ephemural."
"Nice to see that no one's seen through your disguise, my friend," the wolf answered dryly. "You do realize that even if he survives there is no guarantee he will join our cause."
"This isn't the first time I've made and excursion to the Islands. From what I've seen of him, he'll stand by us once he knows what we're fighting for."
"Hmm. Give me your honest opinion, Edmund. Do you think I'm implementing my plans a little too quickly? The Alphas, this recovery mission, and now, what are they, those runic devices?"
“Of course we’re moving too fast Euchre. Otherwise the Templar will just run us all into the ground.”