The Tavern at the End of the World

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 "They're not very common, and they're really only stronger guard dogs."

 "These are far stronger than those guard drakes, as I believe they are called. These specific two drake types I had to deal with, the Hellfire and Darkfrost Drakes, came about during the Creation War, when the magical energies flying everywhere, including the power to create new life, mingled with the blood of fallen dragons and fiends. Out of those pools arose these drakes, and they are only slightly less intelligent than you or I, but they have all the cunning and maliciousness of the fiends whose blood courses through their veins. There's no more reasoning with them than there is with any of the Tanar'ri."

 "I know some people who are demons. But I've never heard of those drakes."

 "They are unique to my world, as far as I know, as no other world has had a war of the magnitude of the Creation War. Dragons and some of the goodly humanoid races against the elementals and fiends. Throw gods battling in on top of that, and you can see how the inadvertent creation of something like the Hellfire and Darkfrost Drakes was possible."

 "Many creatures were created during the Dragon Wars, by both sides. In a war between powerful beings, they usually seem to create weaker allies. Entire species, even."

 "Hmmm..., Interesting. Every war has its side effects. But the fiendish drakes were not created intentionally. They were an accident. 

 "How?"

 "What happens when the raw creation magic of gods mixes with the blood and dead bodies of dragons and fiends? You get whole new species, in this case, the Hellfire and Darkfrost Drakes. The elemental drakes came from a similar combination, but with the residual energies of vanquished elementals instead of the remains of fallen fiends."

 "Wouldn't the gods have been able to predict that?"

 "They may have, but who knows the minds of the gods." Phantom laughs. "Besides, many of the gods in other worlds aren't all-knowing. Who's to say that the ones in my world are any different?"

 "They weren't omnipotent, from what I've read. But the gods of Borrelia had a greater understanding of the world and how it worked than any other living being. They probably could have figured out what would happen if those substances mixed."

 "Indeed." Phantom shrugs his shoulders. "Who knows the minds of the gods though. They may have foreseen it and not cared, or they may have not foreseen it at all."

 "Perhaps. From what I've heard, Saevaran was always open when speaking to his children. Even I heard him, once."

 "That is a unique gift. Not many can claim to have heard the voice of the god they serve. Stargazer, the creator of the world, first god, and first god of the dragons, does occasionally speak to us dragons on my world, although it is rare, and only in times of great trouble."

 "Saevaran would speak to each of us, once we gained our color. He granted us our epithets. Now, the few dragons that are still born are forced to name themselves."

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*Alright, heres my finished product :DDD (If you can't tell, i'm very excited to use them :)*

A 7'8 male Goliath walks into the tavern. Their skin is an ashen gray, with swirling black markings running along their skin. They have short black hair on their head, which is shaved along the sides. They wear a oddly padded outfit, and have a sheathed great sword on their back. The sheath of the great sword has a multitude of odd runes covering it, along with a few on the pommel and cross guard of the sword itself. At their hip, attached to their belt, is a small case with a single rune on its shell. They look around the tavern with their light hazelnut brown eyes, a calmness emanating from them. With a simple smile on their face, they head further into the tavern, sitting down at a table

*EEEEE, i'm super excited. Honestly i'd never write out a description this long if i didn't like the character a lot ;p*

 *Nice! I like it!*

A sudden breeze buffets the outside of the tavern, and dust swirls around as Phantomizakell lands after exploring the area from the air. He stays in dragon form for the time being, enjoying the freedom of being in his natural form.

 *Thanks :D*

*Also i can't use my character to interact with that cause its outside where he is and he wouldn't notice the wind ;-; *

Avery waves at the dragon

 *Would he notice the wind shaking the windows though? I mean, we're talking about a dragon with something like a 250 ft wingspan that's over 300 ft long and 70 ft tall.*

Phantomizakell smiles, and nods slightly in response to Avery.

 *Then yes, yes he would*

Avery smiles back, reading on the roof

The goliathwalks outside the tavern, looking up at the dragon. In a suprisingly smooth, yet deep voice, they speak in draconic, "Hello there, i haven't seen a wyrm of your size in a while."

 *I'll repost his description for you just in case here in italics*

It has polished black scales with silver highlights along the spine, eyebrows, shoulders, and the edges of the "arms" that its wings are on. Instead of the usual forward-pointing horns most black dragons have, it's horns point backwards, and are curled halfway along their length, doing a complete circle that leads to a slightly-upward pointing tip. It's head is more akin to the shape of a Green or Topaz Dragon's, and a row of curved, almost needlelike spines, run from the top of its head to about a third of the way down its tail. On the end of its tail, where the tip should be, is instead a blade that seems to be made out of the dragon's own bone. It's eyes are a deep green color, almost like a pine tree's needles when viewed at twilight.

Phantomizakell chuckles at that, the sound making the windows in the tavern rattle. In a deep voice, he replies, also in draconic, "Greetings fellow traveler. My name is Phantomizakell. It's not very often I see a goliath, although there is a small tribe in the mountain range I name home." He chuckles again. "Just how many dragons have you seen though? You don't exactly look that old, so either you're world has a lot of dragons, you've been very lucky, or you're older than you look." He says this with his head slightly tilted, as though examining the goliath in front of him.

 *Any special sights?*

The goliath smiles, "I'm Vega. Vega Dawnstar. And thanks, i don't exactly look my age, i'm proud of how spry i've managed to stay. Harboring demons in ones body will do that," The goliath says, before letting out a hearty laugh, "I jest, i simply have kept well for my age." They say, before nodding, "I've been lucky enough to observe many types of dragons."

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 "They're not very common, and they're really only stronger guard dogs."

 "These are far stronger than those guard drakes, as I believe they are called. These specific two drake types I had to deal with, the Hellfire and Darkfrost Drakes, came about during the Creation War, when the magical energies flying everywhere, including the power to create new life, mingled with the blood of fallen dragons and fiends. Out of those pools arose these drakes, and they are only slightly less intelligent than you or I, but they have all the cunning and maliciousness of the fiends whose blood courses through their veins. There's no more reasoning with them than there is with any of the Tanar'ri."

 "I know some people who are demons. But I've never heard of those drakes."

 "They are unique to my world, as far as I know, as no other world has had a war of the magnitude of the Creation War. Dragons and some of the goodly humanoid races against the elementals and fiends. Throw gods battling in on top of that, and you can see how the inadvertent creation of something like the Hellfire and Darkfrost Drakes was possible."

 "Many creatures were created during the Dragon Wars, by both sides. In a war between powerful beings, they usually seem to create weaker allies. Entire species, even."

 "Hmmm..., Interesting. Every war has its side effects. But the fiendish drakes were not created intentionally. They were an accident. 

 "How?"

 "What happens when the raw creation magic of gods mixes with the blood and dead bodies of dragons and fiends? You get whole new species, in this case, the Hellfire and Darkfrost Drakes. The elemental drakes came from a similar combination, but with the residual energies of vanquished elementals instead of the remains of fallen fiends."

 "Wouldn't the gods have been able to predict that?"

 "They may have, but who knows the minds of the gods." Phantom laughs. "Besides, many of the gods in other worlds aren't all-knowing. Who's to say that the ones in my world are any different?"

 "They weren't omnipotent, from what I've read. But the gods of Borrelia had a greater understanding of the world and how it worked than any other living being. They probably could have figured out what would happen if those substances mixed."

 "Indeed." Phantom shrugs his shoulders. "Who knows the minds of the gods though. They may have foreseen it and not cared, or they may have not foreseen it at all."

 "Perhaps. From what I've heard, Saevaran was always open when speaking to his children. Even I heard him, once."

 "That is a unique gift. Not many can claim to have heard the voice of the god they serve. Stargazer, the creator of the world, first god, and first god of the dragons, does occasionally speak to us dragons on my world, although it is rare, and only in times of great trouble."

 "Saevaran would speak to each of us, once we gained our color. He granted us our epithets. Now, the few dragons that are still born are forced to name themselves."

 "Your world is far different from mine then. Each dragon's color, for those that are metallic, chromatic, or gem, is determined when the egg was laid by the color of the parents. Names are rarely given by Stargazer, or one of the other three draconic deities: Bahamut, Tiamat, or Sardior. Otherwise, we are usually named by our parents."

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 "They're not very common, and they're really only stronger guard dogs."

 "These are far stronger than those guard drakes, as I believe they are called. These specific two drake types I had to deal with, the Hellfire and Darkfrost Drakes, came about during the Creation War, when the magical energies flying everywhere, including the power to create new life, mingled with the blood of fallen dragons and fiends. Out of those pools arose these drakes, and they are only slightly less intelligent than you or I, but they have all the cunning and maliciousness of the fiends whose blood courses through their veins. There's no more reasoning with them than there is with any of the Tanar'ri."

 "I know some people who are demons. But I've never heard of those drakes."

 "They are unique to my world, as far as I know, as no other world has had a war of the magnitude of the Creation War. Dragons and some of the goodly humanoid races against the elementals and fiends. Throw gods battling in on top of that, and you can see how the inadvertent creation of something like the Hellfire and Darkfrost Drakes was possible."

 "Many creatures were created during the Dragon Wars, by both sides. In a war between powerful beings, they usually seem to create weaker allies. Entire species, even."

 "Hmmm..., Interesting. Every war has its side effects. But the fiendish drakes were not created intentionally. They were an accident. 

 "How?"

 "What happens when the raw creation magic of gods mixes with the blood and dead bodies of dragons and fiends? You get whole new species, in this case, the Hellfire and Darkfrost Drakes. The elemental drakes came from a similar combination, but with the residual energies of vanquished elementals instead of the remains of fallen fiends."

 "Wouldn't the gods have been able to predict that?"

 "They may have, but who knows the minds of the gods." Phantom laughs. "Besides, many of the gods in other worlds aren't all-knowing. Who's to say that the ones in my world are any different?"

 "They weren't omnipotent, from what I've read. But the gods of Borrelia had a greater understanding of the world and how it worked than any other living being. They probably could have figured out what would happen if those substances mixed."

 "Indeed." Phantom shrugs his shoulders. "Who knows the minds of the gods though. They may have foreseen it and not cared, or they may have not foreseen it at all."

 "Perhaps. From what I've heard, Saevaran was always open when speaking to his children. Even I heard him, once."

 "That is a unique gift. Not many can claim to have heard the voice of the god they serve. Stargazer, the creator of the world, first god, and first god of the dragons, does occasionally speak to us dragons on my world, although it is rare, and only in times of great trouble."

 "Saevaran would speak to each of us, once we gained our color. He granted us our epithets. Now, the few dragons that are still born are forced to name themselves."

 "Your world is far different from mine then. Each dragon's color, for those that are metallic, chromatic, or gem, is determined when the egg was laid by the color of the parents. Names are rarely given by Stargazer, or one of the other three draconic deities: Bahamut, Tiamat, or Sardior. Otherwise, we are usually named by our parents."

 "Our names are chosen by our parents. But our titles were given by Saevaran himself."