As with all things great and powerful, it was not long before Sol heard rumors of a cult that worshiped the Tyrant Wyrms. This drew her attention: not because of the fact that they worshiped a great and terrible evil that would undoubtedly devour them instead of granting their wishes, but because the cult's master claimed to be able to speak with the Wyrms, and his claim was backed up by the fact that he had thralls of the Wyrms at his beck and call.
So Sol led the way onward to find this cult: Titan was unsure, and Morgan was ready to do battle, while her paladin loitered along with them and the Blood Seer who had joined them on their quest followed at a distance. Morgan did not like the Seer, and Sol was even less fond of him, but Titan saw much good in the stallion and often praised how he worked to turn his powers, powers that were capable of such great evil, into a weapon in the service of good.
And it was by the Blood Seer that Sol devised a way to meet with the cult, for she knew they would want more who would be able to commune with the Wyrm, and she knew that they would take an interest in a mage with powers such as their companion's. Titan frowned upon Sol using the Blood Seer as bait, but the mage himself seemed pleased only to be included, and to be given the chance to show the other ponies - and in particular, the grating Paladin - that he was here to help, not hinder their journey.
When they found the town frequented by the cult, Sol, Titan, and Morgan found their lodgings, and Sol made the Blood Seer forge a charm for her. Through it, he would be able to call for help once he had been taken to the cult's temple: a simple enough plan, and one that Sol hoped would work, as she sent the Seer out to search the markets and the taverns for any sign of the cult.
The Seer did not return that night, and nor was the charm activated. Yet Sol was not surprised: neither that the Blood Seer had failed, nor when assassins attacked them in their own rooms. They failed miserably in the assault: only the paladin suffered a wound, and even that was but a minor scratch. They were all surprised, however, by the ferocity of the attackers, but as soon as Sol saw the corpses of the ponies when they pulled back their tattered robes, she understood: they had taken dragon's blood, in order to strengthen themselves. And this was the first clue for Sol that perhaps this cult leader was speaking to a wyrm, but not the kind of wyrm it thought.
Titan was eager to move: he hungered for the battle and was anxious to save his friend. Morgan looked to her sister for advice, but she too wanted to protect the Seer, out of obligation more than friendship, for she felt that they had let him fall into this trap and thus they were responsible for his life, whether she liked him or not. She too, longed to fight... and Sol agreed there. The Paladin was cautious and worried, but Sol knew that even empowered, their foes would be no match for them with the strength of dragon's blood alone.
Yet she knew too, in her heart, that it was unlikely this was all that waited for them... but still, she was determined to press onward, to pierce the heart of this cult, and get the answers she so sought, no matter what the cost.
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