*May intro a few more, familiar characters from End of the world over the next few days, but here's my current actives:*
Iralias sits in the back of the main room, guitar sitting in a chair next to him, sipping on a glass of Feywine.
Phantom is sitting in the branches of one of the larger oaks along the edge of the forest.
Soldaer and Yazrin are interchangeable, and both open.
*Alright then. Continuing, roughly, where we were.*
He chuckles. "You can call me Phantom." He says with a slightly crooked, but friendly, smile.
"Alrighty, Phantom. I'm Azul." He looks at his hands, with an expression on his face, like he's remembering something. "You seem pretty... chill."
He chuckles, and gives a wry, and slightly sad, smile. "No... that was my wife... Although she still had a bit of a temper, especially when she was protecting our kids."
"Oh, you have a wife and kids? I've never been in a relationship, romantic or even just friendly. All because of this wretched, cursed form of mine."
He winces slightly. "Complicated, as to whether or not I still have a wife... But yes, I have kids."
"What? Is she alright? Or did you two... separate?" Azul stops. "Sorry, I shouldn't pry."
He sighs. "Separated, in a way, but not the one you think, and not by either of our choice, and as for whether she alright... Also complicated."
"Well, I'm sorry."
He shrugs. "It's fine... I've had some time to deal with it."
Azul doesn't say anything, just looks at the leaves on the trees.
He smiles faintly, and a single tear traces its way down his cheek, as he looks up at the moon and stars.
*wait, what does he look like again? sorry*
*about 6' male Moon elf. Wears black and silver scale mail, with a deep green cloak and a pair of longswords on his belt. Very dark green eyes, and pale silver-blue mid-shoulder length hair.*
*thanks*
"Might I ask how old you are?" Azul wonders curiously.
He chuckles. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." (He looks about 300.)
"I mean, I've met quite the variety of people, so I might." He smiles.
He chuckles. "Alright then. I'm almost 3,500 years old."
"Goodness! I was expecting something like that, but it's still a bit wild to hear! I'm probably about 400-ish, I think I lost count after about 250."
He chuckles. "If you knew more about me, you'd understand my age a bit better."
*May intro a few more, familiar characters from End of the world over the next few days, but here's my current actives:*
Iralias sits in the back of the main room, guitar sitting in a chair next to him, sipping on a glass of Feywine.
Phantom is sitting in the branches of one of the larger oaks along the edge of the forest.
Soldaer and Yazrin are interchangeable, and both open.
*Alright then. Continuing, roughly, where we were.*
He chuckles. "You can call me Phantom." He says with a slightly crooked, but friendly, smile.
"Alrighty, Phantom. I'm Azul." He looks at his hands, with an expression on his face, like he's remembering something. "You seem pretty... chill."
He chuckles, and gives a wry, and slightly sad, smile. "No... that was my wife... Although she still had a bit of a temper, especially when she was protecting our kids."
"Oh, you have a wife and kids? I've never been in a relationship, romantic or even just friendly. All because of this wretched, cursed form of mine."
He winces slightly. "Complicated, as to whether or not I still have a wife... But yes, I have kids."
"What? Is she alright? Or did you two... separate?" Azul stops. "Sorry, I shouldn't pry."
He sighs. "Separated, in a way, but not the one you think, and not by either of our choice, and as for whether she alright... Also complicated."
"Well, I'm sorry."
He shrugs. "It's fine... I've had some time to deal with it."
Azul doesn't say anything, just looks at the leaves on the trees.
He smiles faintly, and a single tear traces its way down his cheek, as he looks up at the moon and stars.
*wait, what does he look like again? sorry*
*about 6' male Moon elf. Wears black and silver scale mail, with a deep green cloak and a pair of longswords on his belt. Very dark green eyes, and pale silver-blue mid-shoulder length hair.*
*thanks*
"Might I ask how old you are?" Azul wonders curiously.
He chuckles. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." (He looks about 300.)
"I mean, I've met quite the variety of people, so I might." He smiles.
He chuckles. "Alright then. I'm almost 3,500 years old."
"Goodness! I was expecting something like that, but it's still a bit wild to hear! I'm probably about 400-ish, I think I lost count after about 250."
He chuckles. "If you knew more about me, you'd understand my age a bit better."
*He doesn't have Truesight, does he?*
"Huh. I guess that does seem pretty old for an elf..."
*He does not.*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
*May intro a few more, familiar characters from End of the world over the next few days, but here's my current actives:*
Iralias sits in the back of the main room, guitar sitting in a chair next to him, sipping on a glass of Feywine.
Phantom is sitting in the branches of one of the larger oaks along the edge of the forest.
Soldaer and Yazrin are interchangeable, and both open.
*Alright then. Continuing, roughly, where we were.*
He chuckles. "You can call me Phantom." He says with a slightly crooked, but friendly, smile.
"Alrighty, Phantom. I'm Azul." He looks at his hands, with an expression on his face, like he's remembering something. "You seem pretty... chill."
He chuckles, and gives a wry, and slightly sad, smile. "No... that was my wife... Although she still had a bit of a temper, especially when she was protecting our kids."
"Oh, you have a wife and kids? I've never been in a relationship, romantic or even just friendly. All because of this wretched, cursed form of mine."
He winces slightly. "Complicated, as to whether or not I still have a wife... But yes, I have kids."
"What? Is she alright? Or did you two... separate?" Azul stops. "Sorry, I shouldn't pry."
He sighs. "Separated, in a way, but not the one you think, and not by either of our choice, and as for whether she alright... Also complicated."
"Well, I'm sorry."
He shrugs. "It's fine... I've had some time to deal with it."
Azul doesn't say anything, just looks at the leaves on the trees.
He smiles faintly, and a single tear traces its way down his cheek, as he looks up at the moon and stars.
*wait, what does he look like again? sorry*
*about 6' male Moon elf. Wears black and silver scale mail, with a deep green cloak and a pair of longswords on his belt. Very dark green eyes, and pale silver-blue mid-shoulder length hair.*
*thanks*
"Might I ask how old you are?" Azul wonders curiously.
He chuckles. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." (He looks about 300.)
"I mean, I've met quite the variety of people, so I might." He smiles.
He chuckles. "Alright then. I'm almost 3,500 years old."
"Goodness! I was expecting something like that, but it's still a bit wild to hear! I'm probably about 400-ish, I think I lost count after about 250."
He chuckles. "If you knew more about me, you'd understand my age a bit better."
*He doesn't have Truesight, does he?*
"Huh. I guess that does seem pretty old for an elf..."
*He does not.*
*Then he's in for a bit of a surprise... hehehe.*
He nods, laughing quietly. "Indeed. If you want to learn why, follow me. I'll meet you at the lake." With that, he jumps the 20 feet or so down out of the tree, barely moving a muscle to absorb the shock, and walking off, moving far faster than he should be.
*May intro a few more, familiar characters from End of the world over the next few days, but here's my current actives:*
Iralias sits in the back of the main room, guitar sitting in a chair next to him, sipping on a glass of Feywine.
Phantom is sitting in the branches of one of the larger oaks along the edge of the forest.
Soldaer and Yazrin are interchangeable, and both open.
*Alright then. Continuing, roughly, where we were.*
He chuckles. "You can call me Phantom." He says with a slightly crooked, but friendly, smile.
"Alrighty, Phantom. I'm Azul." He looks at his hands, with an expression on his face, like he's remembering something. "You seem pretty... chill."
He chuckles, and gives a wry, and slightly sad, smile. "No... that was my wife... Although she still had a bit of a temper, especially when she was protecting our kids."
"Oh, you have a wife and kids? I've never been in a relationship, romantic or even just friendly. All because of this wretched, cursed form of mine."
He winces slightly. "Complicated, as to whether or not I still have a wife... But yes, I have kids."
"What? Is she alright? Or did you two... separate?" Azul stops. "Sorry, I shouldn't pry."
He sighs. "Separated, in a way, but not the one you think, and not by either of our choice, and as for whether she alright... Also complicated."
"Well, I'm sorry."
He shrugs. "It's fine... I've had some time to deal with it."
Azul doesn't say anything, just looks at the leaves on the trees.
He smiles faintly, and a single tear traces its way down his cheek, as he looks up at the moon and stars.
*wait, what does he look like again? sorry*
*about 6' male Moon elf. Wears black and silver scale mail, with a deep green cloak and a pair of longswords on his belt. Very dark green eyes, and pale silver-blue mid-shoulder length hair.*
*thanks*
"Might I ask how old you are?" Azul wonders curiously.
He chuckles. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." (He looks about 300.)
"I mean, I've met quite the variety of people, so I might." He smiles.
He chuckles. "Alright then. I'm almost 3,500 years old."
"Goodness! I was expecting something like that, but it's still a bit wild to hear! I'm probably about 400-ish, I think I lost count after about 250."
He chuckles. "If you knew more about me, you'd understand my age a bit better."
*He doesn't have Truesight, does he?*
"Huh. I guess that does seem pretty old for an elf..."
*He does not.*
*Then he's in for a bit of a surprise... hehehe.*
He nods, laughing quietly. "Indeed. If you want to learn why, follow me. I'll meet you at the lake." With that, he jumps the 20 feet or so down out of the tree, barely moving a muscle to absorb the shock, and walking off, moving far faster than he should be.
*I love surprises!*
Azul rises off the branch into the air, and zips after him, accidentally flying through a bird as he goes.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
*May intro a few more, familiar characters from End of the world over the next few days, but here's my current actives:*
Iralias sits in the back of the main room, guitar sitting in a chair next to him, sipping on a glass of Feywine.
Phantom is sitting in the branches of one of the larger oaks along the edge of the forest.
Soldaer and Yazrin are interchangeable, and both open.
*Alright then. Continuing, roughly, where we were.*
He chuckles. "You can call me Phantom." He says with a slightly crooked, but friendly, smile.
"Alrighty, Phantom. I'm Azul." He looks at his hands, with an expression on his face, like he's remembering something. "You seem pretty... chill."
He chuckles, and gives a wry, and slightly sad, smile. "No... that was my wife... Although she still had a bit of a temper, especially when she was protecting our kids."
"Oh, you have a wife and kids? I've never been in a relationship, romantic or even just friendly. All because of this wretched, cursed form of mine."
He winces slightly. "Complicated, as to whether or not I still have a wife... But yes, I have kids."
"What? Is she alright? Or did you two... separate?" Azul stops. "Sorry, I shouldn't pry."
He sighs. "Separated, in a way, but not the one you think, and not by either of our choice, and as for whether she alright... Also complicated."
"Well, I'm sorry."
He shrugs. "It's fine... I've had some time to deal with it."
Azul doesn't say anything, just looks at the leaves on the trees.
He smiles faintly, and a single tear traces its way down his cheek, as he looks up at the moon and stars.
*wait, what does he look like again? sorry*
*about 6' male Moon elf. Wears black and silver scale mail, with a deep green cloak and a pair of longswords on his belt. Very dark green eyes, and pale silver-blue mid-shoulder length hair.*
*thanks*
"Might I ask how old you are?" Azul wonders curiously.
He chuckles. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." (He looks about 300.)
"I mean, I've met quite the variety of people, so I might." He smiles.
He chuckles. "Alright then. I'm almost 3,500 years old."
"Goodness! I was expecting something like that, but it's still a bit wild to hear! I'm probably about 400-ish, I think I lost count after about 250."
He chuckles. "If you knew more about me, you'd understand my age a bit better."
*He doesn't have Truesight, does he?*
"Huh. I guess that does seem pretty old for an elf..."
*He does not.*
*Then he's in for a bit of a surprise... hehehe.*
He nods, laughing quietly. "Indeed. If you want to learn why, follow me. I'll meet you at the lake." With that, he jumps the 20 feet or so down out of the tree, barely moving a muscle to absorb the shock, and walking off, moving far faster than he should be.
*I love surprises!*
Azul rises off the branch into the air, and zips after him, accidentally flying through a bird as he goes.
*He's walking at 60 ft a round, lol.*
As Phantom exits the woods and approaches the lake, a swirling cloud of mist surrounds him, growing rapidly, eventually encompassing several hundred feet. When the mist finally vanishes, there's a MASSIVE dragon standing there.
The dragon has polished black scales with silver highlights along the spine, eyebrows, shoulders, and the edges of the "arms" that his wings are on. Instead of the usual forward-pointing horns most black dragons have, His horns point backwards, and are curled halfway along their length, doing a complete circle that leads to a slightly-upward pointing tip. His 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 his head to about a third of the way down its tail. On the end of his tail, where the tip should be, is instead a blade that seems to be made out of his own bone. His eyes are a deep green color, almost like a pine tree's needles when viewed at twilight. Phantomizakell stands at approximately 75" tall and over 400 feet long.
*Like I said, surprise. A HB race of dragon, and a greatwyrm at that.*
*May intro a few more, familiar characters from End of the world over the next few days, but here's my current actives:*
Iralias sits in the back of the main room, guitar sitting in a chair next to him, sipping on a glass of Feywine.
Phantom is sitting in the branches of one of the larger oaks along the edge of the forest.
Soldaer and Yazrin are interchangeable, and both open.
*Alright then. Continuing, roughly, where we were.*
He chuckles. "You can call me Phantom." He says with a slightly crooked, but friendly, smile.
"Alrighty, Phantom. I'm Azul." He looks at his hands, with an expression on his face, like he's remembering something. "You seem pretty... chill."
He chuckles, and gives a wry, and slightly sad, smile. "No... that was my wife... Although she still had a bit of a temper, especially when she was protecting our kids."
"Oh, you have a wife and kids? I've never been in a relationship, romantic or even just friendly. All because of this wretched, cursed form of mine."
He winces slightly. "Complicated, as to whether or not I still have a wife... But yes, I have kids."
"What? Is she alright? Or did you two... separate?" Azul stops. "Sorry, I shouldn't pry."
He sighs. "Separated, in a way, but not the one you think, and not by either of our choice, and as for whether she alright... Also complicated."
"Well, I'm sorry."
He shrugs. "It's fine... I've had some time to deal with it."
Azul doesn't say anything, just looks at the leaves on the trees.
He smiles faintly, and a single tear traces its way down his cheek, as he looks up at the moon and stars.
*wait, what does he look like again? sorry*
*about 6' male Moon elf. Wears black and silver scale mail, with a deep green cloak and a pair of longswords on his belt. Very dark green eyes, and pale silver-blue mid-shoulder length hair.*
*thanks*
"Might I ask how old you are?" Azul wonders curiously.
He chuckles. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." (He looks about 300.)
"I mean, I've met quite the variety of people, so I might." He smiles.
He chuckles. "Alright then. I'm almost 3,500 years old."
"Goodness! I was expecting something like that, but it's still a bit wild to hear! I'm probably about 400-ish, I think I lost count after about 250."
He chuckles. "If you knew more about me, you'd understand my age a bit better."
*He doesn't have Truesight, does he?*
"Huh. I guess that does seem pretty old for an elf..."
*He does not.*
*Then he's in for a bit of a surprise... hehehe.*
He nods, laughing quietly. "Indeed. If you want to learn why, follow me. I'll meet you at the lake." With that, he jumps the 20 feet or so down out of the tree, barely moving a muscle to absorb the shock, and walking off, moving far faster than he should be.
*I love surprises!*
Azul rises off the branch into the air, and zips after him, accidentally flying through a bird as he goes.
*He's walking at 60 ft a round, lol.*
As Phantom exits the woods and approaches the lake, a swirling cloud of mist surrounds him, growing rapidly, eventually encompassing several hundred feet. When the mist finally vanishes, there's a MASSIVE dragon standing there.
The dragon has polished black scales with silver highlights along the spine, eyebrows, shoulders, and the edges of the "arms" that his wings are on. Instead of the usual forward-pointing horns most black dragons have, His horns point backwards, and are curled halfway along their length, doing a complete circle that leads to a slightly-upward pointing tip. His 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 his head to about a third of the way down its tail. On the end of his tail, where the tip should be, is instead a blade that seems to be made out of his own bone. His eyes are a deep green color, almost like a pine tree's needles when viewed at twilight. Phantomizakell stands at approximately 75" tall and over 400 feet long.
*Like I said, surprise. A HB race of dragon, and a greatwyrm at that.*
*Oh, I remember actually seeing that he was a greatwyrm in some other post!*
Azul skids (if you can do that in mid-air) to a stop, staring. A big smile slowly appears on his face, and he flies closer, going along the entire length of Phantom's body. "You're a, what, shape-shifting dragon??! That's amazing!"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
*May intro a few more, familiar characters from End of the world over the next few days, but here's my current actives:*
Iralias sits in the back of the main room, guitar sitting in a chair next to him, sipping on a glass of Feywine.
Phantom is sitting in the branches of one of the larger oaks along the edge of the forest.
Soldaer and Yazrin are interchangeable, and both open.
*Alright then. Continuing, roughly, where we were.*
He chuckles. "You can call me Phantom." He says with a slightly crooked, but friendly, smile.
"Alrighty, Phantom. I'm Azul." He looks at his hands, with an expression on his face, like he's remembering something. "You seem pretty... chill."
He chuckles, and gives a wry, and slightly sad, smile. "No... that was my wife... Although she still had a bit of a temper, especially when she was protecting our kids."
"Oh, you have a wife and kids? I've never been in a relationship, romantic or even just friendly. All because of this wretched, cursed form of mine."
He winces slightly. "Complicated, as to whether or not I still have a wife... But yes, I have kids."
"What? Is she alright? Or did you two... separate?" Azul stops. "Sorry, I shouldn't pry."
He sighs. "Separated, in a way, but not the one you think, and not by either of our choice, and as for whether she alright... Also complicated."
"Well, I'm sorry."
He shrugs. "It's fine... I've had some time to deal with it."
Azul doesn't say anything, just looks at the leaves on the trees.
He smiles faintly, and a single tear traces its way down his cheek, as he looks up at the moon and stars.
*wait, what does he look like again? sorry*
*about 6' male Moon elf. Wears black and silver scale mail, with a deep green cloak and a pair of longswords on his belt. Very dark green eyes, and pale silver-blue mid-shoulder length hair.*
*thanks*
"Might I ask how old you are?" Azul wonders curiously.
He chuckles. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." (He looks about 300.)
"I mean, I've met quite the variety of people, so I might." He smiles.
He chuckles. "Alright then. I'm almost 3,500 years old."
"Goodness! I was expecting something like that, but it's still a bit wild to hear! I'm probably about 400-ish, I think I lost count after about 250."
He chuckles. "If you knew more about me, you'd understand my age a bit better."
*He doesn't have Truesight, does he?*
"Huh. I guess that does seem pretty old for an elf..."
*He does not.*
*Then he's in for a bit of a surprise... hehehe.*
He nods, laughing quietly. "Indeed. If you want to learn why, follow me. I'll meet you at the lake." With that, he jumps the 20 feet or so down out of the tree, barely moving a muscle to absorb the shock, and walking off, moving far faster than he should be.
*I love surprises!*
Azul rises off the branch into the air, and zips after him, accidentally flying through a bird as he goes.
*He's walking at 60 ft a round, lol.*
As Phantom exits the woods and approaches the lake, a swirling cloud of mist surrounds him, growing rapidly, eventually encompassing several hundred feet. When the mist finally vanishes, there's a MASSIVE dragon standing there.
The dragon has polished black scales with silver highlights along the spine, eyebrows, shoulders, and the edges of the "arms" that his wings are on. Instead of the usual forward-pointing horns most black dragons have, His horns point backwards, and are curled halfway along their length, doing a complete circle that leads to a slightly-upward pointing tip. His 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 his head to about a third of the way down its tail. On the end of his tail, where the tip should be, is instead a blade that seems to be made out of his own bone. His eyes are a deep green color, almost like a pine tree's needles when viewed at twilight. Phantomizakell stands at approximately 75" tall and over 400 feet long.
*Like I said, surprise. A HB race of dragon, and a greatwyrm at that.*
*Oh, I remember actually seeing that he was a greatwyrm in some other post!*
Azul skids (if you can do that in mid-air) to a stop, staring. A big smile slowly appears on his face, and he flies closer, going along the entire length of Phantom's body. "You're a, what, shape-shifting dragon??! That's amazing!"
He chuckles, the sound shaking both the air around him, and the ground under him. "Most dragons can shapeshift once they reach about 100 years old."
Ominous astrological signs have appeared since Cadwallader arrived, particularly one star getting brighter (Arcana or Nature check). He's now making what looks like a birdbath.
The Baron is cleaning up after the fight yesterday.
The Black Door is open, and the smells of fine food and drink emanate from behind it.
Emmet is sitting on the roof, tending to his wounds.
Snakes are gathering at the edge of the forest, and two shadowy figures argue.
A large man in a strange formal outfit approaches the shadowy figures. Judging by the brambles on his cuffs, he seems to be from the very, very cursed part of the woods.
The figures glare at the newcomer. One is what seems to be a large medusa wearing a blindfold, and the other is a strange upright insectoid.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Emmet is sitting on the roof, tending to his wounds.
Snakes are gathering at the edge of the forest, and two shadowy figures argue.
A large man in a strange formal outfit approaches the shadowy figures. Judging by the brambles on his cuffs, he seems to be from the very, very cursed part of the woods.
The figures glare at the newcomer. One is what seems to be a large medusa wearing a blindfold, and the other is a strange upright insectoid.
"Why are you arguing? I'm sure this misunderstanding can be resolved with a fresh perspective."
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*Have to go now, maybe for the rest of the night (don't know what time it is for you, though). Bye!*
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He chuckles. "If you knew more about me, you'd understand my age a bit better."
*He doesn't have Truesight, does he?*
*Only about quarter after 8 for me, lol, but cya!*
"Huh. I guess that does seem pretty old for an elf..."
*He does not.*
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*Then he's in for a bit of a surprise... hehehe.*
He nods, laughing quietly. "Indeed. If you want to learn why, follow me. I'll meet you at the lake." With that, he jumps the 20 feet or so down out of the tree, barely moving a muscle to absorb the shock, and walking off, moving far faster than he should be.
*Hello!!*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Lawrence! Hello there!*
*Hi Wendigo*
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*I love surprises!*
Azul rises off the branch into the air, and zips after him, accidentally flying through a bird as he goes.
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*He's walking at 60 ft a round, lol.*
As Phantom exits the woods and approaches the lake, a swirling cloud of mist surrounds him, growing rapidly, eventually encompassing several hundred feet. When the mist finally vanishes, there's a MASSIVE dragon standing there.
The dragon has polished black scales with silver highlights along the spine, eyebrows, shoulders, and the edges of the "arms" that his wings are on. Instead of the usual forward-pointing horns most black dragons have, His horns point backwards, and are curled halfway along their length, doing a complete circle that leads to a slightly-upward pointing tip. His 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 his head to about a third of the way down its tail. On the end of his tail, where the tip should be, is instead a blade that seems to be made out of his own bone. His eyes are a deep green color, almost like a pine tree's needles when viewed at twilight. Phantomizakell stands at approximately 75" tall and over 400 feet long.
*Like I said, surprise. A HB race of dragon, and a greatwyrm at that.*
*Oh, I remember actually seeing that he was a greatwyrm in some other post!*
Azul skids (if you can do that in mid-air) to a stop, staring. A big smile slowly appears on his face, and he flies closer, going along the entire length of Phantom's body. "You're a, what, shape-shifting dragon??! That's amazing!"
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He chuckles, the sound shaking both the air around him, and the ground under him. "Most dragons can shapeshift once they reach about 100 years old."
"Wow. I had no idea. How many people know what you truly are?"
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*ok, now I actually need to go, see ya!*
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"Here? Not many yet. On my homeworld? Many, considering I'm a king of city there. Kinda got that title from my wife who was queen."
*Cya Yondor!*
*Crickets*
Ominous astrological signs have appeared since Cadwallader arrived, particularly one star getting brighter (Arcana or Nature check). He's now making what looks like a birdbath.
The Baron is cleaning up after the fight yesterday.
The Black Door is open, and the smells of fine food and drink emanate from behind it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The figures glare at the newcomer. One is what seems to be a large medusa wearing a blindfold, and the other is a strange upright insectoid.
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"Why are you arguing? I'm sure this misunderstanding can be resolved with a fresh perspective."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels