The Secret Scion


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Rystil Arden said:
"Naked eh?" Rayni raises an eyebrow, "Tondrek, you rascal. You better not have been looking at that naked Warforged girl's...schemas."
"Schemas? She didn't have any schemas. None that I could see. But I'd want to! I'd love to see her schemas!" As usual, the finer nuances of what he said were lost to Tondrek.

Rystil Arden said:
"Secret Xendrik schema you say? Neat! That could fun to do. The Warforged are so different than us, and yet in many ways the same...can you imagine what it would be like to be a Warforged?"
Tondrek gets a dreamy look. "I'd be stronger. And better! Be able to make stuff into me, and improve me with artifice! No sleep, and no need for food! Though I'd miss the hot peppers." He looks sad for a moment, then brightens again. "But they can eat! They just don't have too."

 

"You should be happy being who you are Tondrek, being someone else isn't always the answer," Mel says, sounding a little melancholy.
 

"Sometimes it can be fun to dream," Rayni says, her line of thinking a bit contrary to Mel's, "But I don't think it is possible to become a Warforged."

*Rayni smiles.*

"Just remember to ask permission before you try to look at her 'schemas', okay?"
 

Bront said:
"You should be happy being who you are Tondrek, being someone else isn't always the answer," Mel says, sounding a little melancholy.
"I like me. But I'd like to be me and 'forged! I'd be Tonforged! Forgedrek? Warton? Something."

Looking at Mel, Tondrek pats the elf gently on the shoulder. "I like you too, Playful Elf. You nice."
Rystil Arden said:
"Just remember to ask permission before you try to look at her 'schemas', okay?"
"Okay!"
 





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