Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26210095-20161022213310/@comment-26237442-20161109012626

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote: Artoria folds her arms and looks at the Garthytin dismissively.

'Gythrati are rather insulting, aren't they?' she asks her companions.

'Indeed they are. Especially when they have no idea of whom they speak to,' replies Alastair, his black cassock flowing in the breeze. 'They didn't even presume to ask who you were. You had to tell them, otherwise they would never have bothered asking.'

Shu kneels down to the ground on one knee, placing his hand on the grass. Almost instantly, the metals of the earth around him begin to flow together, coming together in his hand to make a staff. He taps it against the ground.

'We don't have all day,' he says.

'Indeed we do not,' Artoria replies, before turning back to the Garthytin. 'You don't know of what you speak, young one, so I'll forgive your insolence. I was made, not born, before the concepts of time or existence had yet come into being. So yes, I do understand the true void of Nothing. I was around before rivers, humans, or arrogant Garthytin. The ones I knew in the old days were always so polite. Evidently that's changed.' "oh dear the idiotic scaly Erebus spawn thinks that it's older than me how stupid of it all Garthytin were made simultaneously and if your idiotic kind is to be believed simultaneously with the first dragons, naturally this does not follow the sequential course of events but anything that impacts a dragon's ego upsets them. Young One indeed. As for my politeness I remember full well when the poor little dragons turned up looking for a master because Erebus was too nasty for them. They were considerably more polite and less stupid back then."

the stunt with the staff amuses the Gythrati, Garthytinic earth mastery being superior to the dragon's she quickly produces a whole host of mettalic objects before dismissing them

"are the parlor tricks over? if so we will return to the Hall of Gold before you embarrass yourselves further