RE: The Search for Santinal
07-21-2012, 08:39 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-21-2012, 12:13 PM by Pharmacy.)
Wow.
If Troll's Head look terrible on the outside, it was even more so inside. This tavern was the epitome of discombobulated disintegration - what with the mismatched cutlery, even more mismatched chairs (some were even collector's items, Noctilucent observed), and holes. Lots of them. All the walls (even the ceiling) has holes of various sizes and shapes - most of them vaguely humanoid or creature-shaped. It was pretty amazing that Troll's Head did not spontaneously caved although the spatial anomaly had the deepest suspicion that it might happen anytime soon.
Noctilucent immediately settled into a chair and got the full brunt of the Troll's Head school of filthiness. The table was, to simply put it, disgusting to look at - and smell to boot. Judging from the hardened crusts of food and other unmentionables lacquered on the surface, it had not been cleaned for a while.
Noctilucent could fills his thoughts about how oh-so-incredibly dirty the table was. Actually, he was doing that now but his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by his target of choice. In this case, the target was a dragon. A fairly enormous one whose neck length is exaggerated by the incredibly low (and frosty) ceiling.
The dragon was sitting in the corner of the bar, slightly sinking into the floor from his massive girth. He was trying his best not to make an hole in the second floor (although it was pretty hole-y enough). However, what was most noticeable was the thick lattice of frost surrounding the intimidating composure of the strange-winged beast. It was quite generous and covered a good distance away - and kept a people at the distance. Most of the bargoers were clinging onto the other side of the bar but judging from their chattering teeth and the alarming amounts of goosebumps, the cold was unavoidable.
Wow, a real dragon! A mere man would have quailed at the sight of such a reptilian superbeast, but Noctilucent was no man at all! Well, he was a guy with no sense of safety with especially interesting things. Also he could not feel cold anyway, so that's a plus.
So he skidded Sthiren-wards.
---
Of course, the dragon did not simply ignore the oncoming anomaly. He glanced down with an expression which could be described as "solicitous awareness of foreigners." That was rather chilly on the dragon's part and Noctilucent found that quite surly although that did nothing to stunt his curiosity. At least the dragon was not that rude - or willing to eat him. That would be terrible (Noctilucent shuddered at the thought of those other species). So he was willing to give him a hello.
"Hello!" Noctilucent waved at the head several feet from his own.
"Hello," the dragon greeted with a puff of frigid nitrogen. Noctilucent marveled at the way the scaly creature managed to talk despite the lack of lips. Fascinating. Simply fascinating. "Do you need anything."
The dragon's tone seemed rather polite and reserved, which eased Noctilucent's mind on many levels. "I'm Noctilucent, nice to meet you!" The physics-defying creature raised out an unseen hand forearm-wards.
"Um. okay," the dragon said as he felt an invisible force pumped his left forearm up and down. "I'm Sthiren. Sthiren Vrkmet, by the way."
"A dragon. A real-life dragon! Just as the books had told!" Despite a rather audible sigh from Sthiren, Noctilucent was getting noticeably more excited. "I always wanted to ask this question to a dragon." The anomaly looked up. "Are you a wizard?"
"Ummmm," Sthiren stared at Noctilucent as though the intruder had just claimed that rain falls down or the sky is blue but did not want to point out how stupidly obvious the statement was. "Not really."
"Aw, but aren't all dragons magical?" The dragon's icy forearm was still in the throes of the invisible handshake.
"That's...a good question," Sthiren replied. "Especially considering a lot of things are what you deem 'magical' in this world, so we may never know." The dragon shrugged as he pulled his left arm out of Noctilucent's reach. "So. Wizards."
"But you aren't one."
"No no no, I'm not one at all." Drawing a look(?) of disappointment from the blue streak. "I am just wondering..." Sthiren raised an ice-encrusted arm from the floor, drawing in a good chunk of rapidly evaporating ice. "You are looking for a wizard, right?"
"Yes!" Sthiren suddenly found a colorful piece of paper practically shoved into his face. It was rather annoying but from the close promixity, the dragon could make out a
"Oh, you too, huh." Sthiren arched a brow.
"Yes, me too." Noctilucent shaked the paper with glee.
"I guess we are in this together," Sthiren stood up, causing the temperature to drop a few notches down much to the displeasure of the customers. "So you want to find this Cloudmoon fellow or something?"
If Troll's Head look terrible on the outside, it was even more so inside. This tavern was the epitome of discombobulated disintegration - what with the mismatched cutlery, even more mismatched chairs (some were even collector's items, Noctilucent observed), and holes. Lots of them. All the walls (even the ceiling) has holes of various sizes and shapes - most of them vaguely humanoid or creature-shaped. It was pretty amazing that Troll's Head did not spontaneously caved although the spatial anomaly had the deepest suspicion that it might happen anytime soon.
Noctilucent immediately settled into a chair and got the full brunt of the Troll's Head school of filthiness. The table was, to simply put it, disgusting to look at - and smell to boot. Judging from the hardened crusts of food and other unmentionables lacquered on the surface, it had not been cleaned for a while.
Noctilucent could fills his thoughts about how oh-so-incredibly dirty the table was. Actually, he was doing that now but his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by his target of choice. In this case, the target was a dragon. A fairly enormous one whose neck length is exaggerated by the incredibly low (and frosty) ceiling.
The dragon was sitting in the corner of the bar, slightly sinking into the floor from his massive girth. He was trying his best not to make an hole in the second floor (although it was pretty hole-y enough). However, what was most noticeable was the thick lattice of frost surrounding the intimidating composure of the strange-winged beast. It was quite generous and covered a good distance away - and kept a people at the distance. Most of the bargoers were clinging onto the other side of the bar but judging from their chattering teeth and the alarming amounts of goosebumps, the cold was unavoidable.
Wow, a real dragon! A mere man would have quailed at the sight of such a reptilian superbeast, but Noctilucent was no man at all! Well, he was a guy with no sense of safety with especially interesting things. Also he could not feel cold anyway, so that's a plus.
So he skidded Sthiren-wards.
---
Of course, the dragon did not simply ignore the oncoming anomaly. He glanced down with an expression which could be described as "solicitous awareness of foreigners." That was rather chilly on the dragon's part and Noctilucent found that quite surly although that did nothing to stunt his curiosity. At least the dragon was not that rude - or willing to eat him. That would be terrible (Noctilucent shuddered at the thought of those other species). So he was willing to give him a hello.
"Hello!" Noctilucent waved at the head several feet from his own.
"Hello," the dragon greeted with a puff of frigid nitrogen. Noctilucent marveled at the way the scaly creature managed to talk despite the lack of lips. Fascinating. Simply fascinating. "Do you need anything."
The dragon's tone seemed rather polite and reserved, which eased Noctilucent's mind on many levels. "I'm Noctilucent, nice to meet you!" The physics-defying creature raised out an unseen hand forearm-wards.
"Um. okay," the dragon said as he felt an invisible force pumped his left forearm up and down. "I'm Sthiren. Sthiren Vrkmet, by the way."
"A dragon. A real-life dragon! Just as the books had told!" Despite a rather audible sigh from Sthiren, Noctilucent was getting noticeably more excited. "I always wanted to ask this question to a dragon." The anomaly looked up. "Are you a wizard?"
"Ummmm," Sthiren stared at Noctilucent as though the intruder had just claimed that rain falls down or the sky is blue but did not want to point out how stupidly obvious the statement was. "Not really."
"Aw, but aren't all dragons magical?" The dragon's icy forearm was still in the throes of the invisible handshake.
"That's...a good question," Sthiren replied. "Especially considering a lot of things are what you deem 'magical' in this world, so we may never know." The dragon shrugged as he pulled his left arm out of Noctilucent's reach. "So. Wizards."
"But you aren't one."
"No no no, I'm not one at all." Drawing a look(?) of disappointment from the blue streak. "I am just wondering..." Sthiren raised an ice-encrusted arm from the floor, drawing in a good chunk of rapidly evaporating ice. "You are looking for a wizard, right?"
"Yes!" Sthiren suddenly found a colorful piece of paper practically shoved into his face. It was rather annoying but from the close promixity, the dragon could make out a
LOOKING FOR SANTINAL?
SO AM I.
If you want a good wizard on your side - and who doesn't? - come and see me, Quick Cloudmoon. I'll be waiting at the Troll's Head tavern.SO AM I.
"Oh, you too, huh." Sthiren arched a brow.
"Yes, me too." Noctilucent shaked the paper with glee.
"I guess we are in this together," Sthiren stood up, causing the temperature to drop a few notches down much to the displeasure of the customers. "So you want to find this Cloudmoon fellow or something?"