"I will try for what's right, while I walk through the grass, Let my eyes see the light, I′ll catch a glimpse of our past..."
An impossibly large brown drake is walking toward the dome. He stands about 200 feet high to his shoulder and is armored with an entire adamantine-plated, magically reinforced steampunk palace on his back, filled with master craftsmen and their families waving handkerchiefs and throwing confetti. His deep voice hums as he takes his time, making sure not to step on anyone, a monumental task for a monumental monster, especially since his belly hangs barely over 50ft off the ground. But everyone sees him, everyone hears him, and everyone knows he his here:
Skwasniec, the Titan of Opulence.
Rag looks over to them, for a moment, just a moment, he stops, muttering to himself, “No… it couldn’t be… but may it is, Skwasniec?” He stands up from where he was sitting on the other side of the dome. He puts down his axe, his wings unfurling as he begins to expand, growing to his true dragonic form, smaller than Skwasniec, but not by too much, “My friend!” He says, making sure not to crash into them, hugging them with clawed hands.
The Titan nuzzles him, smiling back. His scales are softer than silk and smell wonderful, like the finest soaps and herbs from across the multiverse. "Ah, Rag! The Soup Dragon! I've missed you!" The immense laughs heartily. "I told you I'd be a hero like you said! Every day I waited in slumber or fought for the right to ascend in the Gourmet World, I remembered that you were waiting for me to come back, knowing that I could do it. But let us take this down to mortal scale. I wish to sit down, and the amount of death that would bring in this state would weigh heavy on my heart for millennia."
“I am proud of you, I always knew you were capable of great things. It seems you don’t remember me much, but I’m happy you remember enough to want to visit me again.” He pats their shoulder with a scaly hand of his own, before taking a bit of a seat, “Tell me what has happened with you my friend?”
The Titan nuzzles him, smiling back. His scales are softer than silk and smell wonderful, like the finest soaps and herbs from across the multiverse. "Ah, Rag! The Soup Dragon! I've missed you!" The immense laughs heartily. "I told you I'd be a hero like you said! Every day I waited in slumber or fought for the right to ascend in the Gourmet World, I remembered that you were waiting for me to come back, knowing that I could do it. But let us take this down to mortal scale. I wish to sit down, and the amount of death that would bring in this state would weigh heavy on my heart for millennia."
“I am proud of you, I always knew you were capable of great things. It seems you don’t remember me much, but I’m happy you remember enough to want to visit me again.” He pats their shoulder with a scaly hand of his own, before taking a bit of a seat, “Tell me what has happened with you my friend?”
Skwasniec begins to shrink and obtain a more humanoid arrangement of limbs, shrugging off the palace so that it gently floats to the ground with all the people inside. He's now only about 10 feet tall, shorter than even Rag's more humanoid form. "I've fought evil gods, elder evils, and even the Dark Powers in the name of peace and love. Truly, to explain my training and tribulations in brief would take decades. As it goes when you are in a time-dilated training cell for thousands of years. I was released every decade of your time or so to take on something truly awful, but inside that hellscape I was training against demon lords and arch-seraphs. I only chose to leave once I could consistently beat an opponent who knew my every move, and with a single nonlethal strike. Since then I have been doing much the same work, protecting and reforming civilizations with the blessing of draconic power."
He sighs, catching his breath. His clothing is minimal, but incredibly fine. He sits and takes a drink from an iron flask sized for him. "So, how about you, big man? I had to sacrifice my mementos to gain this level of power, so I'm expecting to be able to see at least something that I recall."
The Titan nuzzles him, smiling back. His scales are softer than silk and smell wonderful, like the finest soaps and herbs from across the multiverse. "Ah, Rag! The Soup Dragon! I've missed you!" The immense laughs heartily. "I told you I'd be a hero like you said! Every day I waited in slumber or fought for the right to ascend in the Gourmet World, I remembered that you were waiting for me to come back, knowing that I could do it. But let us take this down to mortal scale. I wish to sit down, and the amount of death that would bring in this state would weigh heavy on my heart for millennia."
“I am proud of you, I always knew you were capable of great things. It seems you don’t remember me much, but I’m happy you remember enough to want to visit me again.” He pats their shoulder with a scaly hand of his own, before taking a bit of a seat, “Tell me what has happened with you my friend?”
Skwasniec begins to shrink and obtain a more humanoid arrangement of limbs, shrugging off the palace so that it gently floats to the ground with all the people inside. He's now only about 10 feet tall, shorter than even Rag's more humanoid form. "I've fought evil gods, elder evils, and even the Dark Powers in the name of peace and love. Truly, to explain my training and tribulations in brief would take decades. As it goes when you are in a time-dilated training cell for thousands of years. I was released every decade of your time or so to take on something truly awful, but inside that hellscape I was training against demon lords and arch-seraphs. I only chose to leave once I could consistently beat an opponent who knew my every move, and with a single nonlethal strike. Since then I have been doing much the same work, protecting and reforming civilizations with the blessing of draconic power."
He sighs, catching his breath. His clothing is minimal, but incredibly fine. He sits and takes a drink from an iron flask sized for him. "So, how about you, big man? I had to sacrifice my mementos to gain this level of power, so I'm expecting to be able to see at least something that I recall."
Rag soon follows as he listens, stringing down to his smaller form, smiling down at them with teeth that are once again human, or at least as close to human as you can get with someone like Rag, “I’ve missed you, friend, and it’s good to hear you’ve achieved what you wanted. Showed those noble [gp]s didn’t you?” He sighs, resting his hands in his lap “Life has been more of the same, destroying those who harm the people I care about, you know how it’s been. From what I’ve heard of your singing, looks like you became a poet as well as a warrior.”
Skwasniec begins to shrink and obtain a more humanoid arrangement of limbs, shrugging off the palace so that it gently floats to the ground with all the people inside. He's now only about 10 feet tall, shorter than even Rag's more humanoid form. "I've fought evil gods, elder evils, and even the Dark Powers in the name of peace and love. Truly, to explain my training and tribulations in brief would take decades. As it goes when you are in a time-dilated training cell for thousands of years. I was released every decade of your time or so to take on something truly awful, but inside that hellscape I was training against demon lords and arch-seraphs. I only chose to leave once I could consistently beat an opponent who knew my every move, and with a single nonlethal strike. Since then I have been doing much the same work, protecting and reforming civilizations with the blessing of draconic power."
He sighs, catching his breath. His clothing is minimal, but incredibly fine. He sits and takes a drink from an iron flask sized for him. "So, how about you, big man? I had to sacrifice my mementos to gain this level of power, so I'm expecting to be able to see at least something that I recall."
Rag soon follows as he listens, stringing down to his smaller form, smiling down at them with teeth that are once again human, or at least as close to human as you can get with someone like Rag, “I’ve missed you, friend, and it’s good to hear you’ve achieved what you wanted. Showed those noble [gp]s didn’t you?” He sighs, resting his hands in his lap “Life has been more of the same, destroying those who harm the people I care about, you know how it’s been. From what I’ve heard of your singing, looks like you became a poet as well as a warrior.”
"Indeed! Violence isn't... the best pastime for when you're trying to be a hero, so I turned to songs, poetry, art, and even a little bit of psychiatry if you can believe it. Still don't understand the human condition. Dragons are usually simpler, but that's probably because I am one." He's just as fat as he was in his dragon form, but his musculature is clear whenever he moves. He's built for unstoppable power at the cost of speed and maneuverability. He probably weighs as much as Rag despite being an entire person shorter.
Skwasniec begins to shrink and obtain a more humanoid arrangement of limbs, shrugging off the palace so that it gently floats to the ground with all the people inside. He's now only about 10 feet tall, shorter than even Rag's more humanoid form. "I've fought evil gods, elder evils, and even the Dark Powers in the name of peace and love. Truly, to explain my training and tribulations in brief would take decades. As it goes when you are in a time-dilated training cell for thousands of years. I was released every decade of your time or so to take on something truly awful, but inside that hellscape I was training against demon lords and arch-seraphs. I only chose to leave once I could consistently beat an opponent who knew my every move, and with a single nonlethal strike. Since then I have been doing much the same work, protecting and reforming civilizations with the blessing of draconic power."
He sighs, catching his breath. His clothing is minimal, but incredibly fine. He sits and takes a drink from an iron flask sized for him. "So, how about you, big man? I had to sacrifice my mementos to gain this level of power, so I'm expecting to be able to see at least something that I recall."
Rag soon follows as he listens, stringing down to his smaller form, smiling down at them with teeth that are once again human, or at least as close to human as you can get with someone like Rag, “I’ve missed you, friend, and it’s good to hear you’ve achieved what you wanted. Showed those noble [gp]s didn’t you?” He sighs, resting his hands in his lap “Life has been more of the same, destroying those who harm the people I care about, you know how it’s been. From what I’ve heard of your singing, looks like you became a poet as well as a warrior.”
"Indeed! Violence isn't... the best pastime for when you're trying to be a hero, so I turned to songs, poetry, art, and even a little bit of psychiatry if you can believe it. Still don't understand the human condition. Dragons are usually simpler, but that's probably because I am one." He's just as fat as he was in his dragon form, but his musculature is clear whenever he moves. He's built for unstoppable power at the cost of speed and maneuverability. He probably weighs as much as Rag despite being an entire person shorter.
He slaps their shoulder, not worried about restraining a fraction of his power, knowing that he’s one of the only beings in at least this plane that would be able to take the blow without much issue, as much a test as it is a measure of their friendship, cackling with a smile on his face “Such is my friend, nothing is ever as simple as it needs to be, especially when hero work is involved! Hungry?”
"Indeed! Violence isn't... the best pastime for when you're trying to be a hero, so I turned to songs, poetry, art, and even a little bit of psychiatry if you can believe it. Still don't understand the human condition. Dragons are usually simpler, but that's probably because I am one." He's just as fat as he was in his dragon form, but his musculature is clear whenever he moves. He's built for unstoppable power at the cost of speed and maneuverability. He probably weighs as much as Rag despite being an entire person shorter.
He slaps their shoulder, not worried about restraining a fraction of his power, knowing that he’s one of the only beings in at least this plane that would be able to take the blow without much issue, as much a test as it is a measure of their friendship, cackling with a smile on his face “Such is my friend, nothing is ever as simple as it needs to be, especially when hero work is involved! Hungry?”
Most dragons at this power level would have cultivated their scales to be sharp and deadly, but Skwacsiec's are soft and supple despite their immense durability, rippling gently under the blow that could shatter most military fortresses. "Of course! I always am! I gathered some of the grandest gourmets from across the multiverse, but I've wanted to remember your cuisine for centuries now. I have the faintest lingering sense of something... savory and spicy. I wish I could be more specific."
"Indeed! Violence isn't... the best pastime for when you're trying to be a hero, so I turned to songs, poetry, art, and even a little bit of psychiatry if you can believe it. Still don't understand the human condition. Dragons are usually simpler, but that's probably because I am one." He's just as fat as he was in his dragon form, but his musculature is clear whenever he moves. He's built for unstoppable power at the cost of speed and maneuverability. He probably weighs as much as Rag despite being an entire person shorter.
He slaps their shoulder, not worried about restraining a fraction of his power, knowing that he’s one of the only beings in at least this plane that would be able to take the blow without much issue, as much a test as it is a measure of their friendship, cackling with a smile on his face “Such is my friend, nothing is ever as simple as it needs to be, especially when hero work is involved! Hungry?”
Most dragons at this power level would have cultivated their scales to be sharp and deadly, but Skwacsiec's are soft and supple despite their immense durability, rippling gently under the blow that could shatter most military fortresses. "Of course! I always am! I gathered some of the grandest gourmets from across the multiverse, but I've wanted to remember your cuisine for centuries now. I have the faintest lingering sense of something... savory and spicy. I wish I could be more specific."
He smiles, nodding “It’s been a while since I’ve had the chance to truly flex my culinary muscles and now I’ve got the most opportune chance, to show you what I’ve learned in the time we’ve been apart.” He rushes back over to his sitting spot, dragging a claw softly across space and opening it like a cabinet. He begins taking out ingredients and cooking utensils, preparing his friend for the greatest meal he’s had in some time.
Most dragons at this power level would have cultivated their scales to be sharp and deadly, but Skwacsiec's are soft and supple despite their immense durability, rippling gently under the blow that could shatter most military fortresses. "Of course! I always am! I gathered some of the grandest gourmets from across the multiverse, but I've wanted to remember your cuisine for centuries now. I have the faintest lingering sense of something... savory and spicy. I wish I could be more specific."
He smiles, nodding “It’s been a while since I’ve had the chance to truly flex my culinary muscles and now I’ve got the most opportune chance, to show you what I’ve learned in the time we’ve been apart.” He rushes back over to his sitting spot, dragging a claw softly across space and opening it like a cabinet. He begins taking out ingredients and cooking utensils, preparing his friend for the greatest meal he’s had in some time.
While he's preparing it, the deific dragon is getting dressed in his dinner finery, his tailors placing enough Fatesilk on him to bankrupt an inhabited solar system. He's mostly covered now, clearly not exactly proud of his body. At the same time, he's picking out perfumes that don't have a strong smell but will cover his draconic scent, allowing him to enjoy the meal in its splendor as much as possible. He also says several prayers, although most gods are likely lower than him in power level.
Most dragons at this power level would have cultivated their scales to be sharp and deadly, but Skwacsiec's are soft and supple despite their immense durability, rippling gently under the blow that could shatter most military fortresses. "Of course! I always am! I gathered some of the grandest gourmets from across the multiverse, but I've wanted to remember your cuisine for centuries now. I have the faintest lingering sense of something... savory and spicy. I wish I could be more specific."
He smiles, nodding “It’s been a while since I’ve had the chance to truly flex my culinary muscles and now I’ve got the most opportune chance, to show you what I’ve learned in the time we’ve been apart.” He rushes back over to his sitting spot, dragging a claw softly across space and opening it like a cabinet. He begins taking out ingredients and cooking utensils, preparing his friend for the greatest meal he’s had in some time.
While he's preparing it, the deific dragon is getting dressed in his dinner finery, his tailors placing enough Fatesilk on him to bankrupt an inhabited solar system. He's mostly covered now, clearly not exactly proud of his body. At the same time, he's picking out perfumes that don't have a strong smell but will cover his draconic scent, allowing him to enjoy the meal in its splendor as much as possible. He also says several prayers, although most gods are likely lower than him in power level.
Rag notices their actions, and looks at them accordingly, worried about what has changed and how they feel about themselves underneath all their strength and glory, worried something has changed within his friend “Friend, are you not proud of who you are? Be honest with me?”
While he's preparing it, the deific dragon is getting dressed in his dinner finery, his tailors placing enough Fatesilk on him to bankrupt an inhabited solar system. He's mostly covered now, clearly not exactly proud of his body. At the same time, he's picking out perfumes that don't have a strong smell but will cover his draconic scent, allowing him to enjoy the meal in its splendor as much as possible. He also says several prayers, although most gods are likely lower than him in power level.
Rag notices their actions, and looks at them accordingly, worried about what has changed and how they feel about themselves underneath all their strength and glory, worried something has changed within his friend “Friend, are you not proud of who you are? Be honest with me?”
"I..." He looks at the ground. "No, I'm not. I have all the power in the world, don't I? But I'm afraid that I'll misuse it. That people might be afraid of me and even more afraid that I'll hurt them if they say something. I could kill a Solar by breathing on them wrong. Who can keep me in check? Who can tell me I'm wrong? What if I'm... not as good as I think I am?" He fidgets with his claws. "I came back in the hopes that maybe... you could help me. I don't know how, but I was hoping with your wisdom you might."
While he's preparing it, the deific dragon is getting dressed in his dinner finery, his tailors placing enough Fatesilk on him to bankrupt an inhabited solar system. He's mostly covered now, clearly not exactly proud of his body. At the same time, he's picking out perfumes that don't have a strong smell but will cover his draconic scent, allowing him to enjoy the meal in its splendor as much as possible. He also says several prayers, although most gods are likely lower than him in power level.
Rag notices their actions, and looks at them accordingly, worried about what has changed and how they feel about themselves underneath all their strength and glory, worried something has changed within his friend “Friend, are you not proud of who you are? Be honest with me?”
"I..." He looks at the ground. "No, I'm not. I have all the power in the world, don't I? But I'm afraid that I'll misuse it. That people might be afraid of me and even more afraid that I'll hurt them if they say something. I could kill a Solar by breathing on them wrong. Who can keep me in check? Who can tell me I'm wrong? What if I'm... not as good as I think I am?" He fidgets with his claws. "I came back in the hopes that maybe... you could help me. I don't know how, but I was hoping with your wisdom you might."
“Yo are afraid you’re going to do something wrong, hurt someone without anyone strong enough to stop you? Good, then you’ve already succeeded, I live with the fear I could crush someone any day, that some day I will break, and if I do, then what’s next? I just have to have someone stronger stop me. What keeps me from breaking is people like you, the closest friends I’ve got, helping me from becoming that monster.”
"I..." He looks at the ground. "No, I'm not. I have all the power in the world, don't I? But I'm afraid that I'll misuse it. That people might be afraid of me and even more afraid that I'll hurt them if they say something. I could kill a Solar by breathing on them wrong. Who can keep me in check? Who can tell me I'm wrong? What if I'm... not as good as I think I am?" He fidgets with his claws. "I came back in the hopes that maybe... you could help me. I don't know how, but I was hoping with your wisdom you might."
“Yo are afraid you’re going to do something wrong, hurt someone without anyone strong enough to stop you? Good, then you’ve already succeeded, I live with the fear I could crush someone any day, that some day I will break, and if I do, then what’s next? I just have to have someone stronger stop me. What keeps me from breaking is people like you, the closest friends I’ve got, helping me from becoming that monster.”
"Well, that's another reason I came here... I have plenty of friends, but I need someone to watch me, keep me in check. A contingency plan. Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? It's weighed on my mind for decades, and I need to find an answer. After dinner, I want you to kill me. Do not 'try,' do. You are one of the strongest here, and I need to know that I have someone to take care of me just in case. You will not kill me, but I need to know that someone could. I will not kill you either, no matter how easy or difficult it will be. I beg of you, just once, do this for me."
"I..." He looks at the ground. "No, I'm not. I have all the power in the world, don't I? But I'm afraid that I'll misuse it. That people might be afraid of me and even more afraid that I'll hurt them if they say something. I could kill a Solar by breathing on them wrong. Who can keep me in check? Who can tell me I'm wrong? What if I'm... not as good as I think I am?" He fidgets with his claws. "I came back in the hopes that maybe... you could help me. I don't know how, but I was hoping with your wisdom you might."
“Yo are afraid you’re going to do something wrong, hurt someone without anyone strong enough to stop you? Good, then you’ve already succeeded, I live with the fear I could crush someone any day, that some day I will break, and if I do, then what’s next? I just have to have someone stronger stop me. What keeps me from breaking is people like you, the closest friends I’ve got, helping me from becoming that monster.”
"Well, that's another reason I came here... I have plenty of friends, but I need someone to watch me, keep me in check. A contingency plan. Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? It's weighed on my mind for decades, and I need to find an answer. After dinner, I want you to kill me. Do not 'try,' do. You are one of the strongest here, and I need to know that I have someone to take care of me just in case. You will not kill me, but I need to know that someone could. I will not kill you either, no matter how easy or difficult it will be. I beg of you, just once, do this for me."
He stops cooking, looking up at them with compassionate eyes, “I can’t do that, if I’m going to try and kill you, I want you to do the same, we must trust each other, even if I die, I won’t remain that way. It is the least I could do for you as a friend, I request that you put all of your strength into killing me the same I will do for you.” He puts down his bowl of stew in front of them, piping hot and perfectly cooked “Okay?”
"Well, that's another reason I came here... I have plenty of friends, but I need someone to watch me, keep me in check. A contingency plan. Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? It's weighed on my mind for decades, and I need to find an answer. After dinner, I want you to kill me. Do not 'try,' do. You are one of the strongest here, and I need to know that I have someone to take care of me just in case. You will not kill me, but I need to know that someone could. I will not kill you either, no matter how easy or difficult it will be. I beg of you, just once, do this for me."
He stops cooking, looking up at them with compassionate eyes, “I can’t do that, if I’m going to try and kill you, I want you to do the same, we must trust each other, even if I die, I won’t remain that way. It is the least I could do for you as a friend, I request that you put all of your strength into killing me the same I will do for you.” He puts down his bowl of stew in front of them, piping hot and perfectly cooked “Okay?”
He nods. "It will be done." He eats a spoonfull of the soup. Tears form in his eyes. "It's really good."
"Well, that's another reason I came here... I have plenty of friends, but I need someone to watch me, keep me in check. A contingency plan. Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? It's weighed on my mind for decades, and I need to find an answer. After dinner, I want you to kill me. Do not 'try,' do. You are one of the strongest here, and I need to know that I have someone to take care of me just in case. You will not kill me, but I need to know that someone could. I will not kill you either, no matter how easy or difficult it will be. I beg of you, just once, do this for me."
He stops cooking, looking up at them with compassionate eyes, “I can’t do that, if I’m going to try and kill you, I want you to do the same, we must trust each other, even if I die, I won’t remain that way. It is the least I could do for you as a friend, I request that you put all of your strength into killing me the same I will do for you.” He puts down his bowl of stew in front of them, piping hot and perfectly cooked “Okay?”
He nods. "It will be done." He eats a spoonfull of the soup. Tears form in his eyes. "It's really good."
He looks over to them, smiling as he sits down, “I’m happy that you like it, you can have as much as you like.” He cracks his neck, settling against the wall.
"Well, that's another reason I came here... I have plenty of friends, but I need someone to watch me, keep me in check. A contingency plan. Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? It's weighed on my mind for decades, and I need to find an answer. After dinner, I want you to kill me. Do not 'try,' do. You are one of the strongest here, and I need to know that I have someone to take care of me just in case. You will not kill me, but I need to know that someone could. I will not kill you either, no matter how easy or difficult it will be. I beg of you, just once, do this for me."
He stops cooking, looking up at them with compassionate eyes, “I can’t do that, if I’m going to try and kill you, I want you to do the same, we must trust each other, even if I die, I won’t remain that way. It is the least I could do for you as a friend, I request that you put all of your strength into killing me the same I will do for you.” He puts down his bowl of stew in front of them, piping hot and perfectly cooked “Okay?”
He nods. "It will be done." He eats a spoonfull of the soup. Tears form in his eyes. "It's really good."
He looks over to them, smiling as he sits down, “I’m happy that you like it, you can have as much as you like.” He cracks his neck, settling against the wall.
He takes his time, savoring every bite.
After about an hour of eating, he stands up. "You ready?"
He picks up his axe off of the ground, the weapon hot enough to turn it into magma, and heavy enough to have sunk in the dense molten rock “Whenever you are, friend.” Init:28
He picks up his axe off of the ground, the weapon hot enough to turn it into magma, and heavy enough to have sunk in the dense molten rock “Whenever you are, friend.” Init:28
*Can't beat that roll.*
"Of course." He starts to prepare some sort of ability.
He picks up his axe off of the ground, the weapon hot enough to turn it into magma, and heavy enough to have sunk in the dense molten rock “Whenever you are, friend.” Init:28
*Can't beat that roll.*
"Of course." He starts to prepare some sort of ability.
(Remember to specify damage types!)
He immediately squats down and attempts to tackle him, putting all of his body into the blow and trying to swing down with his axe, his friendly demeanor gone, now only exists violence. Grapple:45 To hit:51445448544941 Damage:242729252425 Smite damage:221319171730 Axe does slashing, smites do half fire, half radiant.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
“I am proud of you, I always knew you were capable of great things. It seems you don’t remember me much, but I’m happy you remember enough to want to visit me again.” He pats their shoulder with a scaly hand of his own, before taking a bit of a seat, “Tell me what has happened with you my friend?”
Skwasniec begins to shrink and obtain a more humanoid arrangement of limbs, shrugging off the palace so that it gently floats to the ground with all the people inside. He's now only about 10 feet tall, shorter than even Rag's more humanoid form. "I've fought evil gods, elder evils, and even the Dark Powers in the name of peace and love. Truly, to explain my training and tribulations in brief would take decades. As it goes when you are in a time-dilated training cell for thousands of years. I was released every decade of your time or so to take on something truly awful, but inside that hellscape I was training against demon lords and arch-seraphs. I only chose to leave once I could consistently beat an opponent who knew my every move, and with a single nonlethal strike. Since then I have been doing much the same work, protecting and reforming civilizations with the blessing of draconic power."
He sighs, catching his breath. His clothing is minimal, but incredibly fine. He sits and takes a drink from an iron flask sized for him. "So, how about you, big man? I had to sacrifice my mementos to gain this level of power, so I'm expecting to be able to see at least something that I recall."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Rag soon follows as he listens, stringing down to his smaller form, smiling down at them with teeth that are once again human, or at least as close to human as you can get with someone like Rag, “I’ve missed you, friend, and it’s good to hear you’ve achieved what you wanted. Showed those noble [gp]s didn’t you?” He sighs, resting his hands in his lap “Life has been more of the same, destroying those who harm the people I care about, you know how it’s been. From what I’ve heard of your singing, looks like you became a poet as well as a warrior.”
"Indeed! Violence isn't... the best pastime for when you're trying to be a hero, so I turned to songs, poetry, art, and even a little bit of psychiatry if you can believe it. Still don't understand the human condition. Dragons are usually simpler, but that's probably because I am one." He's just as fat as he was in his dragon form, but his musculature is clear whenever he moves. He's built for unstoppable power at the cost of speed and maneuverability. He probably weighs as much as Rag despite being an entire person shorter.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
He slaps their shoulder, not worried about restraining a fraction of his power, knowing that he’s one of the only beings in at least this plane that would be able to take the blow without much issue, as much a test as it is a measure of their friendship, cackling with a smile on his face “Such is my friend, nothing is ever as simple as it needs to be, especially when hero work is involved! Hungry?”
Most dragons at this power level would have cultivated their scales to be sharp and deadly, but Skwacsiec's are soft and supple despite their immense durability, rippling gently under the blow that could shatter most military fortresses. "Of course! I always am! I gathered some of the grandest gourmets from across the multiverse, but I've wanted to remember your cuisine for centuries now. I have the faintest lingering sense of something... savory and spicy. I wish I could be more specific."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
He smiles, nodding “It’s been a while since I’ve had the chance to truly flex my culinary muscles and now I’ve got the most opportune chance, to show you what I’ve learned in the time we’ve been apart.” He rushes back over to his sitting spot, dragging a claw softly across space and opening it like a cabinet. He begins taking out ingredients and cooking utensils, preparing his friend for the greatest meal he’s had in some time.
While he's preparing it, the deific dragon is getting dressed in his dinner finery, his tailors placing enough Fatesilk on him to bankrupt an inhabited solar system. He's mostly covered now, clearly not exactly proud of his body. At the same time, he's picking out perfumes that don't have a strong smell but will cover his draconic scent, allowing him to enjoy the meal in its splendor as much as possible. He also says several prayers, although most gods are likely lower than him in power level.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Rag notices their actions, and looks at them accordingly, worried about what has changed and how they feel about themselves underneath all their strength and glory, worried something has changed within his friend “Friend, are you not proud of who you are? Be honest with me?”
"I..." He looks at the ground. "No, I'm not. I have all the power in the world, don't I? But I'm afraid that I'll misuse it. That people might be afraid of me and even more afraid that I'll hurt them if they say something. I could kill a Solar by breathing on them wrong. Who can keep me in check? Who can tell me I'm wrong? What if I'm... not as good as I think I am?" He fidgets with his claws. "I came back in the hopes that maybe... you could help me. I don't know how, but I was hoping with your wisdom you might."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
“Yo are afraid you’re going to do something wrong, hurt someone without anyone strong enough to stop you? Good, then you’ve already succeeded, I live with the fear I could crush someone any day, that some day I will break, and if I do, then what’s next? I just have to have someone stronger stop me. What keeps me from breaking is people like you, the closest friends I’ve got, helping me from becoming that monster.”
"Well, that's another reason I came here... I have plenty of friends, but I need someone to watch me, keep me in check. A contingency plan. Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? It's weighed on my mind for decades, and I need to find an answer. After dinner, I want you to kill me. Do not 'try,' do. You are one of the strongest here, and I need to know that I have someone to take care of me just in case. You will not kill me, but I need to know that someone could. I will not kill you either, no matter how easy or difficult it will be. I beg of you, just once, do this for me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
He stops cooking, looking up at them with compassionate eyes, “I can’t do that, if I’m going to try and kill you, I want you to do the same, we must trust each other, even if I die, I won’t remain that way. It is the least I could do for you as a friend, I request that you put all of your strength into killing me the same I will do for you.” He puts down his bowl of stew in front of them, piping hot and perfectly cooked “Okay?”
He nods. "It will be done." He eats a spoonfull of the soup. Tears form in his eyes. "It's really good."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
He looks over to them, smiling as he sits down, “I’m happy that you like it, you can have as much as you like.” He cracks his neck, settling against the wall.
He takes his time, savoring every bite.
After about an hour of eating, he stands up. "You ready?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Cut for Baalze.*
He picks up his axe off of the ground, the weapon hot enough to turn it into magma, and heavy enough to have sunk in the dense molten rock “Whenever you are, friend.” Init:28
*Can't beat that roll.*
"Of course." He starts to prepare some sort of ability.
(Remember to specify damage types!)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
He immediately squats down and attempts to tackle him, putting all of his body into the blow and trying to swing down with his axe, his friendly demeanor gone, now only exists violence. Grapple:45 To hit:51 44 54 48 54 49 41 Damage:24 27 29 25 24 25 Smite damage:22 13 19 17 17 30 Axe does slashing, smites do half fire, half radiant.