Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26210095-20160920234634/@comment-26444332-20160929220305

Draugluin the werewolf wrote: Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote:

Draugluin the werewolf wrote:  sees a huge Phen'lal bird flying towards it, a skilled practitioner of the arts magical might notice a slightly Aetherine wiff coming off it as it comes in to land. (Dragons don't have "settlements", merely habitations. They live alone.)

The bird finds itself facing off against a castle-sized Western dragon with white scales, golden horns, and azure eyes, rising from the ruined pale castle below. The dragon obviously wishes for the bird to leave, as she spreads her wings and bares her fangs, ghostly white-blue fire curling around her. the bird, who is halfway through transforming into a gythrati warrior bursts out laughing.

"ah the younger races, Oi you know I'm the one carrying you, I was refering to the dragon, it's not all that much younger than you, young enough and appaerently stupid enough not to recognise a garthytin when it sees one, woah there calm down you're meant to be a serene aetherial spirit not an irate fishwive. perhaps we might focus on the dragon who is silly enough to think I'd just let it set you on fire?"

the flames are  having a little trouble gettibg to our gythrati, they appear to be unable to penetrate a globe of force. the appearance is much like a blind pigeon walking into a football.

"you do realise that we're meant to be keeping things quite and ensuring nobody wakes up right? Oh hush you! I haven't had this much power since the third Icewin't,  you did blow up that Var palace and accidentally wipe out half of the worlds cattle population. Bztharn Melal Drumaan Bartrod, we're meant to be speaking in common tongue, primordial's so much more entertaining though, Zalaat Interrai Mokjellaan Buraweahat! and you can swear in primordial without one of those angel things breathing down your neck." (The fire was around the dragon, it hadn't attacked yet)

The dragon pulls up short, her wings beating to keep her in one place.

'Gythrati,' she spits, 'Care to remember that my kind are just as old as you.'

Her flames lick forward, easily breaching the barrier around the Garthytin, though not coming far enough to touch the spirit.

'Also remember that dragonfire is meant to counter your magic,' she says. 'Just as my natural defenses are not as effective against your kind, your powers are practically useless on me.'

'Now, onto business. Who are you, and what do you want? Answer and I shall respond with my own name.'