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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Sept 15, 2020 13:07:59 GMT
“I see. Good to know,” Kjell replied. “Might pay them a visit later.“
She walked over to Herneiros and nudged his foot with her boot to wake him up.
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 15, 2020 18:49:45 GMT
Herneiros opened his eyes. "Mmmm...? What did I miss?" He yawned before standing up. "My apologies, but that was a very comfortable chair."
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Sept 15, 2020 18:57:47 GMT
Kjell didn't mind he'd fallen asleep. "Guess who just got to ride a dragon," she said*, grinning, and then pointed both her thumbs at herself. "Thanks for waiting."
*(by default always speaking Elvish to other elves and elves adjacent)
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 15, 2020 19:19:03 GMT
"I imagine that was eminently more enjoyable than getting to watch her eat. Go anywhere interesting? I am surprised there wasn't a riot in Bastion... unless there was and I just slept through it."
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Sept 15, 2020 20:49:55 GMT
“She took me to her lair and gave me these,” she replied, waving the magic gloves Searshe had given her. “These will help me shoot past the Mist’s defences when fighting the big ones. Supposedly.”
She quickly stuffed all her new... well, stuff, in her backpack. “A riot?” she questioned.
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Post by Tehol Nookington on Sept 15, 2020 23:08:42 GMT
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A couple hours or days after they leave. Tehol makes an appearance at the shop searching for the nice dragon lady.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 15, 2020 23:43:41 GMT
He runs into the not as nice crone who runs the shop. “Yes?” She said with a bored tone, much like the boss from Monsters, Inc.
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Post by Tehol Nookington on Sept 15, 2020 23:49:27 GMT
"I'm here to see Lady Searshe. Any idea when she will be in?" Tehol answers back plainly wondering if he should throw a sock at her.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 15, 2020 23:52:57 GMT
“Never,” she said. “But I can get you to her,” she added lazily. “Door in the back. Just sorta...step through.” She yawned.
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Post by Tehol Nookington on Sept 15, 2020 23:56:28 GMT
"If you say so." Tehol says trying not to spend too much time looking at her as he makes his way to the back of the shop and walking through the first door he sees. He looks around and decides to actually use the bathroom now that he had stumbled upon it and washes his hands for the full 20 seconds before exiting and looking for another door.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 15, 2020 23:59:03 GMT
He goes through the strange portal and steps out next to a pond. Searshe is in a draconic form a tenth or so the size of her true self, so she is only about sixty feet long. She polymorphs into her elven shape as Tehol appeared. “Master Nookington,” she said in a pleasant voice. “How can I help you today?”
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Post by Tehol Nookington on Sept 16, 2020 0:23:52 GMT
Tehol watches as she transforms to the humanoid form and then stares out at the pretty pond. "I want more animal friends and companions. To help me grow as a beast-master."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 16, 2020 1:36:15 GMT
Searshe thought a second then she cast a spell and a blue portal opened and a tiny reptile flitted out of it. It’s no bigger than a house cat. Its scales are glittery and change colors from ruby red to coal black to ivory white. “This is a Novgorian faerie dragon,” she said, “the smallest of my kind.” The wings of the creature moved like a hummingbird’s but were nearly silent. “I think she will do nicely. Her name is Cyntheria.”
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Post by Tehol Nookington on Sept 16, 2020 3:37:20 GMT
"She is quite a beautiful creature." He says, tentively holding out an arm towards it to see how she would react.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 16, 2020 6:49:09 GMT
The little dragon sniffs the arm then climbs onto it like a bird. He feels a warm feeling running through his veins at the touch. Apparently this little creature had some abilities not apparent from simple observation. “Will she do, Master Nookington?”
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