Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26210095-20160920234634/@comment-26444332-20161001211826

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

Draugluin the werewolf wrote:

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote:

Draugluin the werewolf wrote:

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote: Draugluin the werewolf wrote: (the lore says that Dragons were created as an answer to the Garthytin so....)

"There's another vivication on the horison, should you not have noticed. A co-ordinated defense seems prudent. You dragons also seem to have ingratiated yourselves with the younger peoples, the mittari savages might attempt to think for almost three seconds before trying to kill you for upsetting their sensibilities"

(As they were created before the concept of time had been established, there was no past or future for them to be created in. Ergo, they were made at the same time.)

'We are not ingratiated, Gythrati,' the dragon replies. 'We stand away from most matters, only interfering where we are drawn in. The time is fast approaching for us to renew our ancient alliances, nature spirit. We are nominally on the same side, if you have forgotten.' "I haven't forgotten dragon, I would not have come here if I didn't remember. I am the gaurdian of these here mountains actually, and the stone remembers. stop showing off. Still I must say, vivications are not just a normal Icewin't or incursion, we are swiftly drawing towards the point where an alliance of dragons and Garthytin will not be enough. Collect your allies and help us stablise this continent. Would you like a quick suggestion? No it's a dragon they don't listen to pumped up elves. seems you're not so different after all" (you're probably wondering why this Garthytin is somewhat erratic and a little acerbic, this is largely because he's a bit of an anomally. Of the Garthytin who would be strong enough to resist an accidental meeting with one of the more powerful figures of dragonkind Draan'la Boraak is the only one able to speak in common) 'You are not the guardian of these mountains, nature-spirit. We are, the dragons. Look to your own provinces and principalities. Leave.' "I am standing in my own territory Dragon, and it will remain my territory, no Erebus spawn interloper will ever take it. These mountains are my bones, the veins that course through it are mine and not yours, you abide here by Aether's will not mine. If our master were not so just you would know the true power of creation and see only too well the follies of your creator's chaos" 'You forget your place, earthborn. Do not think that my fire cannot melt stone and steel alike. I was born to destroy your kind, if you remember. I will ask again. Please, leave. Your presence is unwanted, and you will not disturb my hatchlings.' "you forget your own place dragon there is no fire too hot that it cannot be quenched either, and aye you were born to destroy my kind just as we were created to fend off Erebus, I'm sure if you'd like to take up your old banner right now we can have a vivication right here right now and the world bedamned! Shit dragon don't do this, not only will I die if Boraak gets free but so will everything else if you don't stop this"

Light and dark are a matter of perspective, as are all things, to a human something may seem immeasurably bright but to a star merely a dim reflection of it's own brilliance. But to call the greenish glow that surrounded the mountaintop on Greenfire peak on the 342nd year of the dragon 3rd of Jairnen anything but bright would be folly of the highest order.

MY SON OF EARTH YOU HAVE FAILED ME, YOU SPEAK WORDS OF DESTRUCTION IN THE NAME OF CREATION, SPEAK THE WORD OF PEACE WHEN INCITING WAR. IN THESE THINGS YOU HAVE FAILED ME. CHILD OF FIRE, YOU FORGET, NOTHING IS OWNED AND NOTHING IS LOST THE NATURE OF THE UNIVERSE IS BOTH TRANSIENT AND IRREVERSABLY SHARED, I COULD NOT SLAY EREBUS EVEN SHOULD I WISH TO. SON OF MEN AND WARRIOR OF THE GYTHRATI YOU HAVE CARRIED YOUR BURDEN WELL AND IT SHALL BE LIFTED

"thanks your all sacredness"

WERE THAT I COULD PRESERVE WHAT I HAVE WITH NO CONSEQUENCE THIS WOULD BE YOUR LAST BURDEN. BUT AS THE THREAD IS WEAVED NO MAN MAY ESCAPE FATE. IN GIVING UP BORAAK YOU HAVE LOST A GREAT PAIN. PAIN HOWEVER, MUST ENDURE. FOR YOUR SERVICES UNTO ME I NAME YOU GARTHYTIN OF THESE MOUNTAINS, PROTECT AND NOURISH THEM, GUARD AND GROW THEM BUT DO NOT INTERFERE WITH MY OTHER CHILDREN THEY TO HAVE A ROLE TO PLAY.

"Master please, forgive me, the spawn of Erebus he was...."

ENOUGH, FLAMING SOUL WHAT SHOULD I DO WITH THIS RECALTRANT CHILD? IT IS YOUR DECISION The dragon lifts her head, her flames quieting around her.

'I am Albyne, White Dragon Empress of the Nine Dragon Clans, and I name this as his punishment: He must away from the mountains of this place, and dare not to cross them again, for so long as my hatchlings cannot summon forth fire, nor dance the sky-dance. One hundred years this will take, before my hatchlings may do thus. If a message he was to bear to my people, let him send another in his place, and let the man be not so discourteous as to disturb a new mother in her nest.'