QUICK POST

IT'S ME, HELLFIRE. ESTREN AND I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR DAWSON, BUT WE CAN'T FIND THE GUY. THE MASK ISN'T WORKING PROPERLY, SO TRACKING HIM USING IT ISN'T AN OPTION.

THOUGH WE CAN'T FIND SILVERMIST AND ITS NEW HOST, WE DID FIND SOMEONE. NOT SOMEONE WE WERE LOOKING FOR, BUT DEFINATELY SOMEONE WE NEED TO WORRY ABOUT.

WE WERE WALKING DOWN THE STREET AT NIGHT. IT WAS QUIET, AND FOGGY. NOBODY AROUND AT ALL. AFTER A WHILE, WE SAW THIS GUY RUNNING DOWN THE STREET. AS HE CAME CLOSER, WE REALIZED THAT HIS LEG WAS INJURED BADLY, AND SOME OF THE BONE WAS STICKING OUT. DISPITE THIS, HE WAS RUNNING AS FAST AS HE COULD FROM SOMETHING. UNTIL HE TRIPPED AND FELL ON HIS FACE.

“Are you okay?” ESTREN ASKED, RUNNING UP TO THE GUY.

THE GUY ROLLED ONTO HIS BACK AND STARTED SCOOTING AWAY FROM WHATEVER HE WAS RUNNING FROM, STARING INTO THE DISTANCE WITH A TERRIFIED LOOK ON HIS FACE.

“Are you okay?” ESTREN REPEATED. “What are you running from?”

Hold on!

WHY ARE YOU INTERUPTING MY POST, ESTREN?

Why are you doing my dialog in pink?

IT'S NOT PINK, IT'S MAGENTA, YOU PEASANT.

Well, can you pick a different color?

FINE! GEEZ!

SO ANYWAY, WE SAW THIS GUY APPROACHING US FROM THE FOG. HE WAS CARRYING THIS GIANT AX WITH A TWISTED FACE ON IT. HE DRAGGED THE AX ALONG THE GROUND WHILE WHISTLING THIS WEIRD TUNE. THE GUY WITH THE BROKEN LEG WAS ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED OF THIS NEW GUY.

“Who are you?” ESTREN ASKED.

Yellow? Really?

SHUT UP, ESTREN. I'M TYPING.

THE GUY JUST LOOKED AT US, THEN RAISED A HAND INTO THE AIR AND SNAPPED HIS FINGERS. A GIANT YELLOW DRAGON APPEARED IN THE SKY ABOVE US.

“Hastur Dragon,” HE SAID, “Kill him.”

THE DRAGON SWOOPED DOWN ON US, AND ESTREN WARPED OUT OF THE WAY. THE GUY RAN FORWARD REALLY QUICKLY AND SLASHED THE INJURED MAN'S THROAT WITH HIS AXE, THEN GRABBED HIM BY THE HAIR.

“I have what I came for,” HE SAID. “I'll let Hastur here handle you.”

THEN HE OPENED A PORTAL AND RAN THROUGH IT.

WE WERE LEFT ALONE WITH THE HUGE DRAGON. WE EVENTUALLY MANAGED TO CUT THE THING DOWN. ITS BODY VANISHED AFTER IT DIED.

“Who was that guy?” ESTREN ASKED.

“I DON'T KNOW,” I SAID. “HE CALLED THE DRAGON HASTUR, AFTER THE LOVECRAFTIAN WIND DEITY.”

“You think that means nything?” ESTREN ASKED.

“IT MIGHT,” I SAID. “WE'D BETTER LOOK INTO THIS. IF WE HAVE HIM AND THE SILVERMIST/DAWSON TEAM ON THE LOOSE, THERE COULD BE TROUBLE.”