Paracosm

Carnyx

Maon

  "He cannot just accuse us of that,' Carman stands with her arms folded, she sighs when Maon rolls his eyes "the Murphy family has protected those waters for the last hundred years, and Annalise and Dean think they can just accuse us of treason?".
  "I told him all of this already, sister. If I could I would bring you Annalise's head on a stake, as would anyone in the Golden Isle, but I cannot".

Carman is a giant of a woman, built like a man. She is one of the greatest warriors, like most of the Cleansed River women. She has black hair tied in various twists and plaits, she gets the black hair from her dead mother, Maon gets his blonde hair from his father. But they both have mesmerising blue eyes, cold and fierce, but as blue was the waters they sail.

"Our time will come, sister," he says "I feel as if something is happening".
"We shall see,' she says.

  One of their priests appears in the doorway "it is time".

   Carman and Moan follow the priest through the crowd of people gathering at their father's tent. Their heads held high. Death was something to be proud of, you fulfilled your destiny and now the Gods are taking you back, putting you on another path, a new life.

  "Oh, father," Carman kneels by her father's bedside.
"My children," he rubs Carman's head "a war is coming, one of fire, one of fierce weapons and one that will destroy the world, the Gods have come to me. They have warned me".
"You are tired, father," Carman says "get some rest".
"My boy," he looks at Maon "you must choose the right side, you must accept the warning and protect our people. Don't do what I did".
  "I promise, father".
Carman looks at him, a look of jealously and a look of hatred for accepting their father's fate.

"The Gods are here," he says as his soul leaves his body.

The low rumble of the Carynx begins to play outside of the tent. It's unique sound travelling through the wind. More begin playing as Maon makes his way outside, Carman stays back with her father.

A small man greets him outside, too small to be one of his men. He's dressed like the people of the Golden Isle.

"Dolag Cole is alive, she has three full grown dragons on the Fire Island," he lowers his head as he speaks.

Annalise

   "Thank you for gathering," Annalise enters the meeting room.
Everyone, except for Maon, stands as she approaches the table. She's called a meeting in the Golden Isle regarding Dolag Cole, someone she thought her family got rid of a long time ago.

"If I may, your Grace, I would like to start the meeting by raising a toast to the greatest warrior of Paracosm, Culainn Murphy," Sliabh smiles at Moan.
Moan nods in appreciation, Sliabh is a kind man, he's the only one Maon has respect for.
Annalise stiffens "I can't see why not".

She doesn't like the Murphy family, they're dirty rats that live outside, they dress as if they're dogs and paint their faces like children. But she knows Maon would torture her to death if he could, she knows how to play the game.
They raise their glasses "sláinte".

"I know this meeting is last minute and some of you have had to travel far," Annalise begins "I got word of Dolag Cole and sent my messengers straight to all of you".
"And what is your issue?" Maon asks.
  "Our issue is-".
"Ah, I was not asking you," Maon puts his hand up to Munán's face, interrupting him.

"Well, Dolag has two dragons," Annalise looks at him as if he's stupid.
"If she stays on the Fire Island, she is not our problem," he frowns "dragons are easy to kill, we have done it before".

"She may prove useful to us," Munán says "as you know the Bunker People will be coming to the surface, they'll have weapons of the Old World. We need two dragons on our side".