Role

Chapter 4

Splashing through the waters, Saruzk trudged with heavy chains around his
neck and waist under the watchful eye of the villagers. Sunken eyes franticly
searched the swamp for where he had left the egg, knowing that his life now
depending upon its retrieval. For the last two days he had lead the villagers
back and forth in this very location, unable to find any signs that anyone
had ever been in the area. Yet today crossing the very path which he had
taken before now seemed different.
Something felt wrong and the air was filled with the smell of rot and decay.
But there now half covered in the muck was the egg! Falling to his knees he
wept with his head hanging down. Saruzk knew he had been at this very
location the past day and the egg had not been there before, yet he could not
explain it. Nor did the villagers seem to care, for now they had their egg
back.

Rushing forth Jyasillas Brightscale hissed at all who were near her egg, not
wishing to let it from her possession anymore. Though as she approached it,
her brisk pace faltered and she came up short of the egg. Stared down at it,
the once pristine white egg shell was now a dull off-white in color and more
troubling was that there were red veins streaked across it. Jyasillas
attempted to clean the egg as best she could, yet it would not come off. The
stench of the swamp and decay seemed to almost emanate from the egg, and
nausea seemed to fill her stomach.

What had they done to her egg? However with the Harvest moon set to rise
within hours, there was little time to give to such questions. They needed to
get it back to the shrine and prepare for the hatching ceremony. Though no
matter how far from the location they traveled, the stench of rot and decay
seemed to follow them along with the feeling of being watched.