Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26210095-20161022213310/@comment-26237442-20161109014424

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote: Artoria shakes her head.

'Oh, the poor thing got all flustered because it knows I'm right,' she says. 'And like all it's impudent kind, it just tries to cover it up with insults. How... predictable. We chose to serve Aether freely, simpleton. We did not beg for masters, and Erebus was not unkind to us.'

'Evidently, we don't need to waste our time here,' Shu says. Evidently, he doesn't care in the slightest about the Gythrati objects, as he only made his staff to support what looks to be an injured leg. 'They just try to show off to us, to try and prove that they're better. It's revolting.'

'Well, I cannot say I blame them. They have ever been in the shadow of others,' remarks Alastair. 'Angels, daemons, and dragons. No-one ever hears about the nature spirits. We could burn them all, destroy all of nature as we were intended to do, and it would make no difference. They would die, and no-one would care.'

'But that we shall not do,' Artoria says. 'Not while we live and are free. We're done here.'

And with that, the three of them disappear, a teleportation spell that flashes and burns the air around the space where they had once been.

(Oh, I saw that you said Garthytin are masters of air, water, and earth. Kindly retract the first. The provinces of dragons are air and fire.) "adorable aren't they? ever since the begining of time and before they've been lying to themselves. Pushing themselves forward like the younger servants. you were a little aggressive.they deserved it."

"did it go well?"

"Dragons revolt me... their selfishness, impudence and need to compete constantly"