Lost

A One-Round Tournament From the introduction: Being on the road with the band is usually fun. You go from island to island, performing for the masses. Not a care in the world, except being at the next concert site on time. When you are near hostile clans, or too far from civilization, you camp at night. Build up a nice fire, have some supper, and sleep. You've always figured it to be safe. Who is going to bother three adolescent dragons, a half dragon and three kindred bond, in the middle of the IOs blood islands?