Aeos
Dragon
A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
Posts: 441
Profession: Wandering Dragon
Affinity: Light
Dragon Element: Air
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OoC Alias: Twilightfairy
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Post by Aeos on Apr 14, 2015 11:59:38 GMT -6
Somewhere Near the Lycian Ostian Border.
Aeos had prepared himself a campfire in the remains of one of the border towns. He sighed. The air here was thick with the scent of decay. Wooden houses had fallen in shambles. Corpses of the dead had long turned to ash. The villagers from a previous town over called this place cursed.
The dragon picked up a small handful of the blackened earth and let it pass through his fingers. The air carried the lighter traces of ash away. He could not read the voice of the spirits on the wind. Which worried the young dragon. The whole air of the dead down made him uneasy. He was used to sleeping in places that were full of vitality and greenery. Not that Nabata had much greenery to speak of, but even among the driest of dunes one could find life if they knew where to look.
Aeos poked his fire with a broken metal rod. The man had managed to catch himself two quail's an was now roasting them over the fire to serve as dinner. He had spent a good part of the early evening plucking the feather's off and using it as tinder for his flame. I.DO.NOT.LIKE.IT.HERE. The voice of his dragon stone spoke in it's usual monotone. It was a voice only he could hear.
"Neither doth I spirit. Neither doth I. But it be the only shelter we have at the moment." His voice was quiet. He knew not what figures could lurk in the shadows. He had heard the rumors of the undead roaming the earth and how they were fond of places close to Ostia. He hoped that he would not run into one this night.
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Jabal
Dragon
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Affinity: Fire
Dragon Element: Earth
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Post by Jabal on Apr 19, 2015 14:03:51 GMT -6
Jabal's heavy, sorrow-filled steps plodded their way through the sooty, ashen dirt of this husk of a town. Wood clattered against wood as he kicked aside the burnt planks and beams of ruined houses that lay in his path. He had returned to this place, the place the humans called Ostia, looking for answers, but he had found none. The crater he had awoken within remained a monster-filled pit, and now it seemed he would find only more destruction. Even the same sickly miasma that had hung in the air back at the volcano plagued this ruined village, but all this damage had not been monsters. Monsters did not wield fire. No, this was just another example of human waste. Even with their supposedly greatest enemy out of the picture for a thousand years, because apparently according to what Jabal had gathered from travelers on the road it had been a thousand years since the "Scouring", they still found reasons to slaughter each other. The thought only made Jabal more bitter. He had slept for a time longer than humans could even comprehend living, and they were still the based, short-sighted creatures they had always been.
The dragon sighed. He remembered this place when it was beautiful, when the slopes of snow-tipped peaks cascaded down into verdant, lucious fields of green. Now the mountains still stood, proud and magnificent as ever, but the ground they rose up from was tainted with human destruction and roaming monsters. Rather than overlooking the glory of the earth beneath, it now seemed like they were escaping it. Jabal could relate. He felt the same. Once this had been his home, a land that he had been proud to rule over, but now it felt foreign and strange. He wanted to escape, but there was nowhere else to go.
اللعنة (Damn.)
Jabal tore a splintered piece of wood off of a nearby house, and slammed it over his knee. It should have snapped like a twig, but it took the dragon three succussive tries before the wooden beam gave way and split in two. In frustration he hurled the pieces further down the road. He was a thousand years displaced. He should have been a being that struck awe in those who saw him, an ancient power that men respected a feared, but here he was trapped in a form that disgusted him with its weakeness. The last of dragons couldn't even become one.
But in the midst of his bitter grumbling, the aromatic scent of cooked bird wafted between the dragons nostrils. It stood out from the otherwise burnt smell that permeated the air. It reminded him how hungry he was. It also told him that someone was here.
"Who goes there?" he growled, his eyes scanning the dilapitated buildings.
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Aeos
Dragon
A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
Posts: 441
Profession: Wandering Dragon
Affinity: Light
Dragon Element: Air
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OoC Alias: Twilightfairy
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Post by Aeos on Apr 20, 2015 10:13:23 GMT -6
Aeos slowly moved his cooked birds onto a dish he had scavenged. It was a plain metal dish he quickly cleaned off with his sleeve. The food was ready for him to eat but before he could do so there was a noise. Aeos perked up. He had heard the sounds of movement and a voice cry out in the distance. Did I just hear the word "damn"? Judging from the sounds he could tell that this was a man. A few weeks ago he would have told himself monsters do not speak and would have openly sought out the poor soul. After his run in with the shade in black armor he learned better. He got up and cautiously poked his head around one of the door frames of a former house. He kept himself low to the ground as to avoid direct line of sight.
HEY.HIDING.WON’T.HELP.IF.THE.OBVIOUS.CAMP.FIRE.IS.BEHIND.YOU. His stone chimed in. There was an annoyed expression on his face followed by a slightly pleading one up towards the heavens. Patience. He recalled one of the virtues of his meditation. Ignoring the voice of his dragon stone Aeos looked on to see who was there. Within the grey murk of the town he could make out the shape of a man. A really tall man. Aeos judged him to be taller than himself. The stranger was wide too. Not wide as in full of fat but wide as in very well built.
I WAS NOT AWARE HUMANS COULD GROW SO LARGE. Neither did I. That man is fortunate. FORTUNATE! HE’D SNAP YOU IN TWO! The stranger was wearing what he could see was some sort of red jacket. The stranger was too far away at the moment for him to make out any facial recognition. The stranger had taken out some sort of frustration on plank of wood and tossed it into Aeos’ direction. The young dragon questioned whether or not to say something. His stone cautioned against it. But from what he could see the large sir was alone. He did not appear to be a monster. Aeos got up and dusted himself off.
He took a step forward out into the opening.
"I be here sir. Towards the fire. If you be good company you are welcome to join." It was only a matter of time before the large man found Aeos' campfire. The young dragon decided not to delay the inevitable. He was not sure why, but he sensed something familiar from this stranger. Something that reminded him of home.
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Jabal
Dragon
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Affinity: Fire
Dragon Element: Earth
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Post by Jabal on Apr 21, 2015 22:21:23 GMT -6
Jabal raised an eyebrow as a tall, tuniced man with long, black hair stepped out into the road to greet him. It caught him by surprise. He had expected something… different? Perhaps survivors who had escaped the initial destruction, or some of the raiders that had destroyed this town hanging around to look for more plunder, but this man seemed to be neither. He didn’t look much like a survivor, far too clean, nor was he armed, so the dragon could only wonder what he was doing hanging around these fresh ruins.
The man invited Jabal to sit with him, but the last thing the Mountain wanted to do was sit down and chew the fat with some human. That being said, the leader of the Musenen Jabal couldn’t deny his hunger. He hadn’t eaten since killing that man in the tavern, and he was beginning to grow quite hungry. He also knew from the smell that this man had food. Maybe a pheasant? Whatever it was, it made the prospect of spending more time here than necessary just a bit more attractive, perhaps enough to convince him to accept the offer.
“I will sit by your fire if you share some of your food with me,” announced Jabal as he started walking over towards the smaller man. His gait was long and controlled, but one could see there was a bit more of a step in it. Even a grand dragon like him perked up at the thought of a meal when hungry. He made his way down the road until he reached the burnt out building husk that the man had set up his camp in. It wasn’t much, but looking around a charred wall he could see that there was a fire and, more importantly, two quail hanging over said fire.
“Not pheasant. Quail. Perfect.” The dragon trod over to dancing flames and uncerimoniously dropped to his rear with a thud. Then, without another word, snatched one of the birds off of the fire. It was not entirely cooked, but Jabal cared little. Dragon’s didn’t need their meals to be cooked like humans did, although they often did so for reasons of flavor. So holding it by the leg, the dragon began taking huge bites out of the quail’s otherwise blemishless meaty little body while the bird’s juices dribbled down his chin.
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Aeos
Dragon
A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
Posts: 441
Profession: Wandering Dragon
Affinity: Light
Dragon Element: Air
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OoC Alias: Twilightfairy
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Post by Aeos on Apr 22, 2015 19:58:19 GMT -6
Both men took their seats by the fire. Before Aeos had agreed to share his meal with the red clad man he picked up one of his quails and began eating. The black haired man took his plate with the remaining bird and began to eat. He picked off the bird meat with his fingers before popping the juicy morsels of meat into his mouth. He still couldn't shake off this feeling he had of the stranger. Why does it feel so familiar?
Now that the sir had sat by the fire, Aeos was able to get a better look at him. He's built like a barn. The stone commented, Aeos agreed. The red jacket aided to the farm house illusion. There was a large scar on the man's chest. There was a quiet moment of awe within Aeos. This stranger had survived such a grievous blow. The young dragon wondered what kind of battle his guest had endured to walk away with such a scar. Aeos had no scars on his body. The only marking he had was the tribal tattoo of his clan. The same one that adorned the arm of his mother and father back in Nabata. The more he compared his frame to the stranger the smaller he felt. And he was pretty tall, taller then his parents and most of the humans he had encountered. The dragon realized he was staring and quickly shifted his gaze to the fire. Soon the bird on his plate was nothing more then a tiny array of bones and juices.
"Pardon me... but I heard thy voice say 'damn' earlier. If thou be injured or lost perhaps I could assist?" He asked. Aeos had on him a small supply of medicine. He did not mind sharing with the stranger if need be.
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Jabal
Dragon
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Dragon Element: Earth
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Post by Jabal on Apr 24, 2015 21:42:01 GMT -6
Jabal quickly tore through his impromptu meal with vigour and gusto, and by the time the other man sitting across the fire decided to speak up, the mountain had rendered the bird to little more than a bony carcass. The dragon licked his lips, licked his fingers, let out a satisfied sigh, then tossed the remains of his dinner into the fire where it crackled and popped as its hollow bones were set alight. A hint of a grin settled upon his face. He couldn’t say he didn’t still want to rip something apart, but the quail had been a nice distraction from his frustrations. The food had put him in a better mood, which made him more open to fielding simple-minded questions from a simple-minded human.
“Injured? Me? Ha!” Jabal let out a boastful snort at the suggestion. Did this human actually think he’d hurt himself breaking that piece of tinder? Or was it the scar? He had seen the man ogling his chest as they ate. “Never. Only one man has ever been able to brand the Mountain, and he turned to dust long ago.” The placed a forearm on his knee and peered at his dining partner over the fire. The dragon’s look of brash confidence twisted into something of a snarl. Just thinking about Roland made his blood boil, but it was true what he said: the butcher was long dead, while the dragon still lived. Like a mountain, he weathered the test of time. In that, at least, Jabal still had the last laugh.
“Lost, though... you may be on to something.” The massive dragonman wagged a finger at the black haired man sitting in front of him, then turned his gaze to look out the burnt doorframe. Past the remains of the burnt buildings across the road, Jabal could see the foothills of the northernmost extent of the Toothed Peaks. Home. Yet here he was now sitting in the ruined leftovers of human cruelty, stinking of monster. Who knew what kind of dangers had come to roam these lands over the last thousand years? If this was once his kingdom, it wasn’t any longer. The humans had made it their own. “Nothing you can do about it.”
“But answer me this: what brings a lone human to set up camp in a burnt out pit of death and misery like this one, hmm?” Jabal’s piercing brown eyes focused in on the robed wanderer, his gaze wandering little. This man interested him. “From the looks of you, I doubt you caused this. You take a wrong turn somewhere? Or are your kind just attracted to death like flies to dung?”
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Aeos
Dragon
A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
Posts: 441
Profession: Wandering Dragon
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Dragon Element: Air
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Post by Aeos on Apr 25, 2015 8:19:24 GMT -6
Aeos listened to the man speak. It seemed whomever gave the man his scar has long since died. He silently wondered if this stranger in red had killed him. The man referred to himself as the mountain. Aeos could definitely see why. The stranger was well built and seemed to be as sturdy as a mountain. Jabal the word mountain, in his ancestral tounge rolled around in his mind. The name brought back old stories his parents would tell him. One of a legend. The mountain king who lived during the scouring. Who united all clans of dragons under his tribes banner, one who was worshipped, and feared. But as the saying goes The bigger you are the harder you fall. He learned of this "mountain king" fate. How he had fallen in battle by one of humanity eight hero's.
Aeos had taken a small bit of bone from his remains. It was long and thin with a bit of a sharp point at the end. He used it to pick off the traces of meat lodged between his teeth. While he slowly thought of an answer to the strangers company.
"I am here because I be on my way back home. The travel between Lycia and Nabata is perilous. I could not travel back home to the mountains of the desert by ship due to bad weather. So I decided to travel by foot." He tossed what was left of the bones into the fire. The mixed scent of food, bone, and smoke perfumated the air.
"Though curiosity plays a small role. I wanted to see if the legends be true. To see if this land truly be cursed. The spirits here be silent. Nothing grows upon this charred soil. Even the air be still. Tis be all manner oft unnatural. Even the story oft how this land came to be this way is mixed." He spared a small glance at the man in red. Then back at the fire.
"My intention was to pass through this place quickly. As the living dead are said to walk the earth. It got late so I wast forced to make camp here." He paused for a moment.
"You called thyself mountain earlier. In my language that translates to Jabal. Since I know not thy name..." Aeos noticed the man give a reaction. He thought for a moment.
"Excuse me. But do you understand my words?" The words that he spoke were in the language of the ancient. The language of dragons.
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Jabal
Dragon
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Dragon Element: Earth
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Post by Jabal on Apr 25, 2015 23:25:48 GMT -6
"Excuse me. But do you understand my words?"
The ancient speech commanded Jabal’s attention. The language of his people? Even in his time, when dragons ruled these lands, very few humans made the effort to learn their tongue, and even those that did make headway into the dragon language did so very poorly. Its structure was unintuitive to them, and its deep intonations were near impossible for their tiny, thin vocal cords to pronounce. But here, sitting in front of the Mountain, was a man who spoke the language of his forefathers smoothly, eloquently, and fluidly. How was that possible? Natural talent aside, no amount of book study could result in such a feat. This man had to have been taught by dragons, or he was a dragon himself. Either way, that meant that…
التنين لا يزالون يعيشون (Dragons still live?)
The question was delivered slowly and deliberately, because Jabal couldn’t believe what he was hearing, nor what he was realizing. When he’d woken up, he’d seen a desolated landscape filled with monsters and humans, and had taken the lives of his brethren for naught, assuming that the clans had fallen soon after his defeat at the hands of Roland. There had been sign of dragonkind anywhere else, and the people whom he’d stopped on the road on his way here had spoken of the Scouring like it had been some great victory for humankind, that he was a fool for even asking about it. The men who had fought in it they worshiped as heroes, and while some spoke of rumors and sightings, any mention of dragons had been practically mythological; the idea that they were still around a mere confusion of an addled mind. But here this dark-haired stranger was a testament to the fact that somewhere, somehow, dragons still drew breath. The very idea invigorated Jabal with a life that he had not felt since clawing himself out of the ash at Ostia.
قل لي أين تعلمت أن يتكلم مثل هذا (Tell me where you learned to speak like this)
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Aeos
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A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
Posts: 441
Profession: Wandering Dragon
Affinity: Light
Dragon Element: Air
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Post by Aeos on Apr 26, 2015 7:48:27 GMT -6
"Dragons still live?" The red one had asked. Aeos gave a nod as an answer. Then proceeded to speak after his second question.
"Yes. Dragons still live. I for one was born of them. Whom are very much alive. I learned the language of our kin through them." He continued to talk in Dragon tongue. His tone of voice was surprised but happy. He knew of no one (outside of his parents) who spoke in the Dragon language. It felt good to speak in his native speech. He did not struggle with his words like he did with modern speech.
"I think I understand now. You are one of the ancient ones. A Dragon of the scouring. The war between humans and our kind happened long before my birth. The fact that you know not of any other surviving members of our kind, of tells me that. We live as humans. The power of our birth sealed in unique stones. Our numbers are few and far between." Aeos took a moment to add some more kindling to the fire. He poked and prodded the embers with the pole he found. He paused for a moment in order to give some time for his words to sink in.You. Idiot. Why were you telling him everything. He could be an enemy! A killer of our kind. He mentally told his Dragon stone to hush. Although the stone was right in wanting to err on the side of caution, Aeos did not. He had a feeling in his gut telling him to trust the man. This meeting between them had to have happened for a reason.
"Perhaps some introduction is in order. My name is Aeos. It is nice to meet you."
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Jabal
Dragon
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Post by Jabal on Apr 30, 2015 15:54:27 GMT -6
Jabal found himself somewhere between dumbstruck and skeptical after the other man, who had introduced himself as Aeos, finished speaking so plainly about the survival of the dragon race. At first he couldn’t believe it, that there were others, but it made sense! How could such a great, proud race be wiped to the point of extinction by nothing but humans? It was like he had woken up from a bad dream, and now he was back in the real world where dragons still ruled.
But night terrors had a habit of sowing doubt in the waking world, and as excited as Jabal could get about the idea that at least one dragonkind besides him had survived to this day, nagging thoughts still tugged at the back of his mind, still untrusting. He took issue with things the man said. He assumed that Jabal was of pre-Scouring times, which while correct, was clearly an assumption. How could dragons be scattered so, as he implied, and yet he knew for certain that a lack of knowledge of other survivors made the Mountain so ancient? Were dragons so reduced in this time that they all lived in one village? Who was to say Jabal had not hid himself for years in the mountains, or that he had spent his long years living among the humans.
And what was this of stones? Power sealed within stones? It sounded like silly fiction. What good was power sealed within a stone? How do one even take the ancestral power of a dragon and put it in a mere rock? Something was off about this, and he didn’t like how open this Aeos was being about all of this. Such unearned trust was foolish. In the late days of the Scouring it hadn’t been unheard of for craven dragons to throw their lot in with the humans, hoping to extended their miserable lives by guiding their brothers and sisters into the violent clutches of humanity. The Musenen Jabal had not been immune to this treachery, but Jabal had not abided their disgusting cowardice.
يمكنك الاتصال بي الجبل (You may call me Jabal)
The gigantic man growled, attempting to be personable.
و أنا لا أعرف ما تعنيه. لقد ولدت في الجبال في الشرق، في برن (And I know not what you mean. I was born in the mountains in the east, in Bern)
Jabal paused for a moment. He wasn’t sure if he had said that right. He had overheard a couple on the road heading east talking about Bern, and it had been the first word that had popped into his head. He knew there were mountains in that direction, however.
أثار والدي لي وحده . كنا نعيش في البرية ، قبالة الدهون من الأرض . علمني عن تاريخ التنين، و كيف كنا مرة واحدة في السباق الكبير التي حكمت كل العالم ، كيف ذبح لنا البشر كالأنعام مع أسلحتهم الشر ، وكيف كنا آخر من نوعها لدينا (My father raised me alone. We lived in the wilderness, off the fat of the land. He taught me about the history of dragons, how we were once a great race that ruled all the world, how the humans butchered us like cattle with their evil weapons, and how we were the last of our kind.)
The story was a fabrication, of course, born out of Jabal’s mistrust of the situation, but the Mountain enjoyed telling stories. He was a talented story teller. He had always taken such joy from the faces of the hatchlings of the Musenen Jabal while regaling them with the stories of his achievements, the stories of old. Now that, like everything else, was twisted and ruined by the wretched legacy of man.
لسنوات كان لدينا التعايش السلمي مع البشر . سوف نأتي بضائعنا تصاد في المدن ، وأنها تتاجر بنا للحصول على ما تريد ، ولكن عندما اكتشفوا طبيعتي مولى الحقيقية ، أنها نمت مخيف . أنها في نهاية المطاف تسلل إلى وطننا وقتلوه بينما نحن نيام . جبان ، والمعاملة القاسية (For years we had a peaceful existence with humans. We would bring our hunted goods into the towns, and they would trade us for what we desired, but only because they thought we were like them. When they discovered my sire’s true nature, they grew fearful. Eventually they snuck into our home and killed him while we slept. Cowardly, and cruel.)
Jabal’s very real anger at the injustices that had been waged upon him all those centuries ago welled up in his tone. His fists tightened into rocks as he stared deep into the campfire in front of him. It was like a portal into the past, and in the flickering flames he could remember the fires of the war that had taken his homeland.
كان هروبي واحدة ضيقة ، ولكن مع شيء من الملابس على ظهري و هذا الجرح في صدري (My escape was a narrow one, with nothing but the clothes on my back and this wound across my chest.)
The dragon jabbed a meaty thumb at his chest, peeling away a portion of his jacket to reveal just how far the scar went. Ropy and twisted, a mark of his eternal shame.
ومنذ ذلك الحين عشت مع البشر ، لم يكشف عن أنني لم يكن واحدا منهم . بقدر ما كنت أعرف ، وكنت آخر من نوع بي. كنت التنين الأول اتلقاها إلى جانب والدي. (From then on I lived with the humans, never revealing that I wasn’t one of them. As far as I knew, I was the last of my kind, but I’ve never forgotten my heritage. You’re the first dragon I’ve ever met besides my father.)
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Aeos
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A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
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Post by Aeos on May 2, 2015 11:18:45 GMT -6
Oh. It seems his experience has been different then what I perceived. Still though something was nagging at him. He wasn't sure what but he could feel something ancient about this man. The large sir carried it upon his person whether he was aware of it or not. His story did not seem to sit well with the young dragon. To each thine own. I've no proof if he be speaking truthfully or if it be deceit. But I have no right to pry into the rest oft his private life. He shook his head slightly.
"Forgive me then Jabal. I was mistaken. You have my condolences for your father." He bowed slightly out of respect. As he straightened himself back up, he stared at his guest's scar. He looked away and back out into the fire. It does not make sense. He had a small frown on his face.
"You.. are fortunate to live from such a grievous wound." He spoke softly.
"My upbringing was not as ill fated. When the war ended my parents gave up their ability to transform. Their stones were shattered and lived a life among humans as nomads." He kept his gaze to the flame.
"They did not like to share with me details of the war. Stating that it was a dangerous time for both man and dragon. Both man and dragon did terrible things in an effort to win. Instead.. they turned their attention to focus on a future." His story was not as riveting as his guest. But then again he was omitting out certain details.
"We live as nomads. Traveling between the mountain range of Nabata and the sea. Occasionally, we would settle in human towns during festival days and such. We fished. We traded. We were always moving. We always did what we could to avoid suspicion of our birthright." The sound of the cracking fire filled the air. The red rays of the sun started to peek over the horizon.
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Jabal
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Post by Jabal on May 5, 2015 17:26:29 GMT -6
Yet in the end, it was the atrocity of man that won out, Jabal mused silently, darkly. One could say both human and dragon had done terrible things during the Scouring, but only the humans had succeeded in being terrible enough to commit absolute genocide. For all the magnificence of dragonkind, they had ultimately proven powerless against mankind's thirst for death and power. Did that victory put them in the right? The annals of history might think so, but the Mountain would never forgive them for it. There was no act so terrible that it could come close to equaling the horror that the humans had inflicted upon him: the decimation of his entire race.
Aeos continued on to talk about his life, his travels, but in truth Jabal had stopped listening once the man again mentioned dragonstones. That was what the Mountain was truly interested in. Just what were these dragonstones he spoke of? "The power of our birth sealed in unique stones" Aeos had said. But such words made no sense. It wasn't as if his draconic form was some sort of mask he could take off and stuff inside of a bottle. It was himself, his actual self, in his purest, most perfect form. It was the body in which he was born, and it was the body in which he hoped to die. So how did one put themselves inside of a stone?
This body, this fleshy form, was nothing more than a disguise, a trick, an illusion, albeit one Jabal could not currently escape from. Ever since he had woken up it had been like some sort of waking nightmare, walking about in a skin not his own, like his mind had been placed in a human body. There was always that feeling at the back of his mind, at the base of his skull, that ran down his spine, that he could just tear off this human flesh and burst out, revealing his true self, but everytime he tried he grew weak and tired. How sorry and pathetic did one have to be to choose this life? To live among humans? Why would one want to live among humans, after all they had done!?
ماذا- (What-)
Jabal began, interrupting, but quickly silenced himself. Should he ask this man about dragonstones? The concept just made no sense to him, but what if this was a trick? Dragonstones sounded like something so... human. They loved to contain what they couldn't understand, and control what wasn't theirs. Had humans forced all living dragons into dragonstones, forcing them to walk around in human form? Like a tether? A leash? Jabal wouldn't be surprised if that was the case.
هل تدمير التنين حجر الخاصة بك (Did you destroy your own dragonstone?)
The earth dragon asked instead. He couldn't imagine a more miserable fate.
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Aeos
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A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
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Post by Aeos on May 11, 2015 11:00:00 GMT -6
Aeos was quiet for some time. He was hesitant to reveal the fact that he indeed had his own dragonstone. He did not seem to sense one on his quest. And his own stone seemed to have been oddly quiet though out the entire conversation. Normally, the spirit liked to chime in during the bit involving his parents.
“No.” Aeos responded flatly to the mountain man’s question.
“Jabal.” He felt uneasy. He sensed the small shifts of the air around his guest. It was faint, but hot. Not warm, just hot and heavy. It reminded him of a lava pit. As if Jabal was carrying some sort of burden or frustration that could not be placed in words. He thought it stemmed from his story. How humans had killed his father, and nearly suffered the same fate. Again, Aeos questioned this tale as there are few human weapons that could pierce through dragon hide. That is unless Jabal lacked the ability to transform.
He had sensed this once before. Something similar had occurred during one of his travels. This sensation radiated off of a small mousey man who bore such hatred towards another family. The spirits of the world reacted to it to such a point that it stained the air around the man. But this was all speculation; Aeos had no actual insight into Jabal’s thoughts. He only knew what he could sense from ashen air between them.
“Never mind.” He thought it best not to go into any more details about the mountain’s family life. He did not wish to open up any hypothetical wounds. But he was at a bit of a loss on what to talk about next. Sunlight seeped in from the broken window.
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Jabal
Dragon
Posts: 67
Affinity: Fire
Dragon Element: Earth
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Post by Jabal on May 13, 2015 19:16:14 GMT -6
The great earth dragon raised an eyebrow as the once talkative Aeos suddenly clammed up. All he done was ask about dragonstones. Was that not something the dragons of today spoke about? Did that make it a secret to keep hidden? Or was it a reminder of cruel imprisonment? At this point Jabal wasn't sure which one was true, but he didn't know the best way to broach the subject. Ignorance? Maybe, but he didn't want to stumble into a trap while playing the fool and say something he shouldn't. If this man was a dragon hunter, the last thing he wanted to give was the impression that he was completely powerless. At the same time, there was never any progress without risk. Creation brings destruction. Competition breeds loss. You didn't win wars by sitting in the comfort of your hearth, and you didn't conquer lands while lying on your back. One couldn't gather information without putting themselves out there.
كيف تحصل على حجر التنين الخاص بك (How did you get your dragonstone?)
The large dragon pushed the question, completely ignorant of the process. He hated coming off as naive in regards to anything involving dragons, but the fact of the matter was that he was. Did dragons make them? Were they given? Were they forced upon them? They had to have come from somewhere, but the way Aeos talked about them took the damn things completely for granted, as if having some rock that contained your essence was a completely normal, commonplace thing. In a way it infuritated Jabal, to know that there may just be a dragon sitting in front of him that had no issue with the fact that his very being was imprisoned in a hardened chunk of earth. At the very least, Jabal was looking for a clue as to just exactly why he was so incredibly powerless.
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Aeos
Dragon
A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
Posts: 441
Profession: Wandering Dragon
Affinity: Light
Dragon Element: Air
Profile: Aeos Profile
OoC Alias: Twilightfairy
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Post by Aeos on May 15, 2015 12:35:16 GMT -6
How did I get my dragon stone? Aeos thought to himself. He had been with his dragonstone for so long he could not recall how he got it. Do you remember? He mentally questioned the spirit of his rock. No. The spirit replied in a flat voice.
“I was told that during the early years after the war… The world changed. In panic, dragons turned on dragons for stones.” Their was some slight hesitation in his voice. He was quiet for a short time afterwards. Aeos watched Jabal. Taking note of his movements for any sign of hostility.
“I... Am surprised. You were not told this? But dragons make their own dragonstones.“ His stone dangled on a chain under his tunic.
“Dragonstones are special. They.. are part of a dragons own spirit in physical form. I am not sure of the mechanics of it to be honest. I recall making mine in the mountains, while under deep spiritual mediation. It... Felt as if I was truly one with the anima of the world. When I awoke from my trance... The stone was on my body." He remembered the sensation of being tied to the magic of the world. His first transformation. The sudden rush of power And the low grade sandstorm he created as a result.
"I.. can sense that you lack one. And must advise caution for when you do obtain yours. Dragonstones are unique to the dragon they come from. And if you lose yours.. you cannot get another one.” His voice was low but stern.
A breeze made its way through the ramshackle ruins. The whimsical wind whispered things in his ear. The king. Beware. Aeos had a small frown. The dragon was accustomed to the antics of spirits, but sometimes he wished they did not speak in riddles. The wind dragon knew no one of kingly titles. He assumed that the 'beware' meant that something unpleasant was coming.
“When you do create yours.. you might find yourself overwhelmed with power. Lose control.” His hands became fists as he continued to speak.
“I feel as if you will use your new found power to take revenge on humanity for your loss. And endanger the lives of all of our scattered kin in hiding. Humans are more numerous now then they were in the era of our ancestors. It would be a death sentence for us all if we were exposed.” He hoped that Jabal would take his words seriously. Aeos got up and started to extinguish the last few ashes of the dead fire. The young dragon gathered the few belongings he had.
“It is morning. I have enjoyed our chat, Jabal. But, I would like to move before the living dead realize we were here. I can guide you to the edge of the mountain borders of Nabata if you like.”
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