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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ambrus" data-source="post: 3015731" data-attributes="member: 17691">The small silver scaled dragon sat perched at the top of a high backed chair with his twin frilled tail languidly swaying down below him. He was on the top of the chair back because if he'd been sitting down on the chair's seat his saurian head would barely rise above the surface of the table. It's true that the Friendly Wayfarer had other normal-sized chairs but the large-sized folk he was with had chosen a table suitable to their frames. He didn't mind; he'd been living amongst humans, dwarves and elves for most of his life and had long since gotten used to over-sized accommodations.Vor breathed a deep sigh of relief; the past week had been surprisingly pleasant now that his mind was free of the maddening curse of the dracorage. He'd been plagued by it for the past few months and had grown ever more short-tempered and irritable since it had started back in early Hammer. The dragon had grown fearful that his bouts of violence would continue to plague his companions back home. It's true that Grunmore the dwarf could easily overpower him physically no matter how much his blood boiled; it was unfortunately the firestorm of sorcery he was capable of unleashing which posed the greatest threat to his companions. Lately fire was all the little dragon had been able to see when he closed his eyes at night. He dreamt of forests, cities and people all of them screaming as they burnt. Breathing on his dear friend Istvan in the midst of a battle had been the last straw. When he'd finally regained his senses many hours later he knew he had couldn't go on like that any longer. The divinations that Elyas had cast weeks early had revealed that the dracorage might never subside this time. He had had to leave his friends and his homeland far behind, possibly forever; it had been the only way to escape the rage.He was starting to feel like his old self again, thank the Behemoth. The old magic portal had worked as he'd hoped and brought him here, to Sigil. The week since then had been a shock; the place was so... familiar. He'd first been afraid of leaving his homeland to come to another world, another plane of existence. Once he got here however it was surprisingly mundane really. Sure the city was built on the inside of a enormous torus two leagues across, but aside from that there was little else that was significantly different from numerous cosmopolitan cities he'd been to with his adventuring companions in years past. It had streets paved with cobblestones and tenement buildings crammed together and refuse in the gutters and shops and temples and on and on. Sure some of the residents were unusual, some reminiscent of the types of creatures he and his friends had encountered in old ruined crypts on occasion, but for the most part it was populated with humans and their kin. Just like most cities he'd been too before. Turning his head, Vor peers at a small water stained map on the wall next to the hearth; it depicted the heartlands of his homeland! Just a few weeks ago he'd been sitting a table much like this one, with people much like these in a tavern not terribly dissimilar from the one he was in now. The people here even spoke common! Amazing!The little saurian couldn't help but laugh good naturedly. Somehow he'd expected something else, something more when he'd stepped through the old Netherese gate. This place, Sigil seemed so pedestrian in many ways. Even in this higher plane of existence tavern owners could still be counted on to water down their ale. It was endlessly amusing to see how little the outer planes differed from what he'd experienced back home. Sure there were differences, but they were mostly cosmetic. Different venue, same song and dance. Bless the Behemoth for his sense of humor.Being both dragonwrought and dragonborn, Vorastrix blurs the line between kobolds and their true dragon kin. The small winged wyrm is covered in a reflective hide of smooth gleaming silver-white scales which warm to an iridescent golden tone along the twin saw-toothed frills at his back and along the pinions of his wings. Vorastrix's eyes glow softly in darkness and his wedge shaped head sports a short golden horn jutting from the top of his snout along with a pair of regal curved golden horns at the back of the dragonwrought's head. Although his neck and tail are slightly longer and his limbs a tad shorter than a kobold's, Vorastrix lacks a true dragon's long sinuous silhouette. Nevertheless Vorastrix seems to rejoice in his draconic heritage, preferring to crouch and walk on all fours and forgoing the use of clothing altogether except for a few key pieces of equipment. On his hips, Vorastrix wears twin leather satchels and his forearms sport a matched pair of clawed gauntlets wrought of gleaming silver.</blockquote>

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