Walking through the Thunderblacks made made Druaduhn feel something he did not often experience. Up here, far away from all the civilized places, he did not have any need for his human disguise. He could walk around as himself without having to look over his shoulders, since a monster hunter would not think twice about hunting a creature like him. His looks and posture alone was enough to instill enough fear to make a simple farmer arm himself in panic.
The reason he was here was simple. After his revelation about Sorvenths imminent awakening, he immediately reallocated his entire army to finding her whereabouts. His flying scout units called the Tiuin Phindar quickly found out that the most likely location would be at the top of the Thunderblacks, one of the highest points you could reach in this continent. They had seen a large number of strange cult-like people at the bottom of the peek so he was sure it was here.
Calling one of his personal scouts he gave it a quick command in the mother tongue of the creature it used to be. ""Zahanzon l'rek'larst haggan d'udossa, Usstan ssinssrin ulu zhaun lu'oh mzilt felah udos inbal ulu yutrquns." He told it to scout out the area ahead of them to figure out how much further they had to go until they reached the foot of the peak. Speaking in a tongue that was not spoken actively anymore in this day and age he would not have to worry about anyone listening in on him, the only creatures he knew of that still spoke it were the ones he had bent to his will.
As he watched his scout fly off and over his small group of bodyguards he shouted off the top of his lungs to march. "Fau'lad, Yutrquns!". As his small section of elites proceeded to march forwards he finally saw the peak where they were supposed to be, the one surrounded by hordes of critters that were most likely the followers of Nevira. They were still a bit off but he thought they could make it before ark. Not that the dark would make much difference for them, they were all used to skirmishing under the shroud of darkness. This time however they weren't planning on fighting, he had to find the black dragon.
They finally reached the way up to the peak and as expected there were thousands of humans and creatures, all loyal to the black worm. However as his group of fighters were several foot taller than most of these squabble most of them left them alone, except for one. A single tall creature dressed in a ceremonial garb of sorts approached them unarmed.
"What do you seek to find here?" The man asked Druaduhn while they were still marching.
Keeping up his march until his group was right in front of the man he yelled out as loud as possible so everyone around could hear. "Ilkalik Sargtlin." Immediately the group came to a grinding halt in front of the strange man. "I am here to find the black dragon, I was told she was somewhere around here. Take me to her." As he looked over the humanoid he grunted slightly, exuding clouds of black smoke from his many gills littering his body before visibly tightening his muscles, making it clear that he was not afraid to fight everyone here. There was something strange about these followers, they felt much less fear than most humanoids felt around him and his followers. They were still cautious of him, but not fearful. Shrugging it off as zealous idiocy he looked the strange humanoid in front of him straight in the eyes.
Then the man turned around and started walking up a path that seemed to go straight up to the top of the peak. "Flohlu uns'aa." Commanding his followers to follow him they started marching after the tall humanoid man, up to the top of the mountains.
