<IceBeam>: The doctors start working on you, using any kind of cleansing spell, as well as any kind of mecdicine that would be helpful to your condition.
<Lavul>: ((Refer to species description/skill and magic for more info! lol, of course, what you actually ready will be drawn out to more than a few pages.))
Well, now that that's off my hands, I decide to wander around for a while. I find the Holodeck, where Evera and his friends played Black Ops Zombies for a while, then some living rooms, and finally the library. Holy crap, I think. This place is like, the Mother of All Libraries, or something. I wander through a few aisles, looking for the 'A' section...
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"War does not determine who is right- only who is left." ~Bertrand Russell
I look at the books Table of Contents..
I smile.
the last thing on the table of contents says
-Pg. 350-450 Har'Gett Deathscale 1 - Ona T'kel Deathscale 1.
"I AM still the last one as far as these records go!" i say, frantically flipping through the pages..
Drake's Opisthotinos ceases, and he lays on his back, breathing heavily. He hisses, and he winces a couple of times. Then comes the tetanus shot. He hollers again, louder than he did when he got stabbed with the rusty, dull knife.
<Lavul>: ((Refer to species description/skill and magic for more info! lol, of course, what you actually ready will be drawn out to more than a few pages.))
((Mkay.))
I scan through the book, becoming more absorbed into it as I go on. They have green eyes, are very agile, they can walk on water, have claws, greatly skilled in magic... So that's why I can do these things... I realize. The young individuals use a mix of mundane weaponry and combat magic, which fits my knife/summoned blade combination... The description for the elders matches that of that 'necromancer' perfectly... They're extraordinarily skilled in illusion magic, using it to disguise entire mountain settlements. I really do need to become better at that... They also sculpt and animate statues to serve them in their frailty... I close the book, now that it has cleared up all that it can, and set it on a desk, presuming it would float back to where ever it came from...
((To clear up anything that might crop up in advance, she's sort of summarizing...))
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"I-I didn't know you could do that!"
"I could write a BOOK about what you don't know!" ~Skeletor
I look through the book..
100 pages of descriptions and tales of His Majesty Har'Gett Deathscale the First, His Majesty Har'Gett Deatscale the Second. His Majesty Har'Gett Deathscale the Third... i do not read, I just see paintings and skim a few pages.. but skip mostly everything, each Dragon is seperated by a textless page with a picture of an eye, and the Dragon's name.
I get to mine.. it sais..
"Ona T'kel Deathscale, Mind Watcher, Soul bane."
i smile..
who was this book written by..
I use my hand to mark the page..
the autors are:
'Naeron Costalecy. Empania Grolfru.'
and....
'Thrasamund Oldmeer, Headwizard of the Marching Magic'
And yet.. some of these descriptions were so positive... Thrasamund was one of my two greatest foes...
I reopen to the page and start reading the twenty-five pages that are on me...
<Lavul>: the book does as you thought it would, and floats off to wherever it belongs...
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Huh... yeah, these dragons look nothing like me... all of them are quadrapedal... none of them have spikes... heck, the only thing we DO have in common is our scale color... I think as I sigh, and start to put the book away, now that it's completely useless to me. "Any luck with you?" I quietly ask the clawed girl as I pass by her, later asking "Oh, and, sorry, but I don't think I know your name... what is your name?"
Drake eventually calms down. He continues to breath heavily. He gets up, and says "You have my thanks," and he then asks "What do I have to pay for my treatment?"
I finally find it, but there's absolutely nothing on the Allazei in there. Either I've got a misspelling in my head, or they just never existed. Wondering where the others might be, I randomly wander through the corridors, wondering where they might be...
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"War does not determine who is right- only who is left." ~Bertrand Russell
<Lavul>: the book does as you thought it would, and floats off to wherever it belongs...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Huh... yeah, these dragons look nothing like me... all of them are quadrapedal... none of them have spikes... heck, the only thing we DO have in common is our scale color... I think as I sigh, and start to put the book away, now that it's completely useless to me. "Any luck with you?" I quietly ask the clawed girl as I pass by her, later asking "Oh, and, sorry, but I don't think I know your name... what is your name?"
"It's Camilla." I say to Robert. "And yes. Apparently, I'm part lizard." I say with a smirk...
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"I-I didn't know you could do that!"
"I could write a BOOK about what you don't know!" ~Skeletor
I shrug as i read my first few pages...
I go back to Har'Gett Deathscale the Third..
and read through... i didn't know much about my father... this was a good chance...
~~~
I read along.. it mentions his mate.... his children.. hi-... wait.. children?
I flip back a page... yes, the section was titled children... not child..
I read it..
....."And their first born Child, Ona T'kel deathscale..." blahblahblah..
............"And their second chil, Robert Morris, who's egg has been frozen away for now, and sent to the Plain of Many Islands, should Ona fall deceased in any way, will be the emergancy heir to the throne. He has been given a less Draconic name, as to fit better among the humans of this plain.. his egg, preserved in ice, is due to hatch ((insert the day when you hatches here)), now, reader, mind you, I will long be deceased by this time...."
I slide back away from the desk....
"Robert!" i call out
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Ravnica, city of guilds, and 'tis with the Izzet that I shall take my stand.
"Huh, that would explain your newly-found claws..." I say to Camilla before I hear Ona shout "ROBERT!" The library then proceeds to try to shush him, but I rush over to him, and ask "Yes? What is it? found anything?"
Drake says "Nothing? Are you sure? Well, fine, then," as he leaves. He flips the hoodie's hood on, and walks outside of the MPA, since he had no business there,
I read the passage, and just stand there, somewhat surprised... "So... I'm your little bro?" I ask quietly, I then say "Er... wow... well, that would explain why there's no records of any 'Morris' family name, anywhere." I then start to think heir to the throne...? I'm supposed to be king? But, wait... he's hardly deceased... this is weird, I mean, first I'm just some average joe, then I'm a dragon... and now I'm a dragon KING!?! I then sit down in the chair next to Ona, and just stare off into space, thinking...
<Shiny>: You then see a book entitled 'a brief report on Allazei'... it seems to be floating just out of your reach!
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"Well, he found out that I'm his little brother, for starters." I quickly explain to the cat man who just rushed over... I then ask "Uh... what was your name? huh... can't seem to remember..."
"You're... related to Ona?" I ask Robert upon walking back to him, honestly surprised... Maybe it's because Ona was raised in that Plain of Burning Ice...
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"I-I didn't know you could do that!"
"I could write a BOOK about what you don't know!" ~Skeletor
<Lavul>: ((Refer to species description/skill and magic for more info! lol, of course, what you actually ready will be drawn out to more than a few pages.))
Well, now that that's off my hands, I decide to wander around for a while. I find the Holodeck, where Evera and his friends played Black Ops Zombies for a while, then some living rooms, and finally the library. Holy crap, I think. This place is like, the Mother of All Libraries, or something. I wander through a few aisles, looking for the 'A' section...
I look at the books Table of Contents..
I smile.
the last thing on the table of contents says
-Pg. 350-450 Har'Gett Deathscale 1 - Ona T'kel Deathscale 1.
"I AM still the last one as far as these records go!" i say, frantically flipping through the pages..
((robert is not in this book... yet ))
((Mkay.))
I scan through the book, becoming more absorbed into it as I go on. They have green eyes, are very agile, they can walk on water, have claws, greatly skilled in magic... So that's why I can do these things... I realize. The young individuals use a mix of mundane weaponry and combat magic, which fits my knife/summoned blade combination... The description for the elders matches that of that 'necromancer' perfectly... They're extraordinarily skilled in illusion magic, using it to disguise entire mountain settlements. I really do need to become better at that... They also sculpt and animate statues to serve them in their frailty... I close the book, now that it has cleared up all that it can, and set it on a desk, presuming it would float back to where ever it came from...
((To clear up anything that might crop up in advance, she's sort of summarizing...))
100 pages of descriptions and tales of His Majesty Har'Gett Deathscale the First, His Majesty Har'Gett Deatscale the Second. His Majesty Har'Gett Deathscale the Third... i do not read, I just see paintings and skim a few pages.. but skip mostly everything, each Dragon is seperated by a textless page with a picture of an eye, and the Dragon's name.
I get to mine.. it sais..
"Ona T'kel Deathscale, Mind Watcher, Soul bane."
i smile..
who was this book written by..
I use my hand to mark the page..
the autors are:
'Naeron Costalecy. Empania Grolfru.'
and....
'Thrasamund Oldmeer, Headwizard of the Marching Magic'
And yet.. some of these descriptions were so positive... Thrasamund was one of my two greatest foes...
I reopen to the page and start reading the twenty-five pages that are on me...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Huh... yeah, these dragons look nothing like me... all of them are quadrapedal... none of them have spikes... heck, the only thing we DO have in common is our scale color... I think as I sigh, and start to put the book away, now that it's completely useless to me. "Any luck with you?" I quietly ask the clawed girl as I pass by her, later asking "Oh, and, sorry, but I don't think I know your name... what is your name?"
"It's Camilla." I say to Robert. "And yes. Apparently, I'm part lizard." I say with a smirk...
I go back to Har'Gett Deathscale the Third..
and read through... i didn't know much about my father... this was a good chance...
~~~
I read along.. it mentions his mate.... his children.. hi-... wait.. children?
I flip back a page... yes, the section was titled children... not child..
I read it..
....."And their first born Child, Ona T'kel deathscale..." blahblahblah..
............"And their second chil, Robert Morris, who's egg has been frozen away for now, and sent to the Plain of Many Islands, should Ona fall deceased in any way, will be the emergancy heir to the throne. He has been given a less Draconic name, as to fit better among the humans of this plain.. his egg, preserved in ice, is due to hatch ((insert the day when you hatches here)), now, reader, mind you, I will long be deceased by this time...."
I slide back away from the desk....
"Robert!" i call out
"Read this." i say
"I have found my brother." i say, looking at robert.. then back at the book...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Well, he found out that I'm his little brother, for starters." I quickly explain to the cat man who just rushed over... I then ask "Uh... what was your name? huh... can't seem to remember..."