"If you wish to talk to him White Mother, then you may, but I fear for your safety. We can all back you up, but please be wary. Skord is like a wild, raving beast now," Whitefire warns.
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Argent Silvermage
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Elexia thinks for a moment and says, "I will try. I cannot just attack like this it's against my teachings."
She steps up to within a yard of the marsh and says aloud, "Skord, Guardian of the swamp. I would speak with you. I am Mother Elexia of the White Lady. I mean you no harm. I only wish to speak to you."
She steps up to within a yard of the marsh and says aloud, "Skord, Guardian of the swamp. I would speak with you. I am Mother Elexia of the White Lady. I mean you no harm. I only wish to speak to you."
*After Elexia makes her request, the swamp in front of her erupts in the huge body of a black dragon. Wicked horns sweep forward from its massive skull, dripping with slimy swamp water. Black scales gleam in the water and massive talons dig deeply into the swampy land. Its wing flare out from its body, blocking out what light there is and throwing Elexia into deep shadow. Its long tail curls around like a massive, restless serpant as the dragon Skord rears back in all his terriful majesty.*
*A wave of fear flows over everyone, but though terror grips you, you all manage to stand firm. Taking a second look at the fearsome Skord, you notice several things wrong. His wings seem tattered and even torn in places. Some of his scales are missing and his bones show prominantly, even more so than in books or tales.*
*Skord lowers his huge head abruptly so that his enormous maw is right in front of Elexia's face.*
"What?" he growls, his terrible breath sweeping over you. "What could a little thing like you want?"
*You absentmindedly notice the fact that you can see yourself reflected in his teeth. Then you also realize that despite his awful breath you heard his voice inside your head rather than with your ears.*
*A wave of fear flows over everyone, but though terror grips you, you all manage to stand firm. Taking a second look at the fearsome Skord, you notice several things wrong. His wings seem tattered and even torn in places. Some of his scales are missing and his bones show prominantly, even more so than in books or tales.*
*Skord lowers his huge head abruptly so that his enormous maw is right in front of Elexia's face.*
"What?" he growls, his terrible breath sweeping over you. "What could a little thing like you want?"
*You absentmindedly notice the fact that you can see yourself reflected in his teeth. Then you also realize that despite his awful breath you heard his voice inside your head rather than with your ears.*
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Argent Silvermage
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Elexia proves that her training as a White Mother can help her overcome any adversity simply looks at Skord and asks, "Great Skord. How may I be of service to you? I have come here at the request of those who love and honor you. Hisk and the villagers are worried that something it wrong and even I who have not seen your majestic being before can see that you are hollow looking. I am here to see what can be done to aid you." She steps back a step and curtsies.
Jemal
Adventurer
"BY THE DUNES!" Rokelsh has his sword in front of him before he even realizes what's happening, and it takes every ounce of will in his body to lower it back into it's place of rest. "He's..*swallows* slightly bigger than I expected." He whispers to Syrrian beside him, then looks over to Elexia expectantly as she begins to adress the beast, trusting in her judgement.
"Service, little thing? The only service you could be to me is food!" Skord snarls, and opens his mouth wide. His cavernous maw is large enough to swallow a horse and rider whole. But before his jaws can come together, he pauses and turns his head to the side so that his huge golden eye looks right at Elexia.
"Unless... you can make the screaming stop. The dreams, voices, you make them stop. NOW!" the last word is said in a terrifyingly loud roar as Skord slams his tail into the muck, drenching Elexia in fetid swamp water and mud.
"Unless... you can make the screaming stop. The dreams, voices, you make them stop. NOW!" the last word is said in a terrifyingly loud roar as Skord slams his tail into the muck, drenching Elexia in fetid swamp water and mud.
Thels
First Post
Damien looks perplexed up at the black collosal. So big!. It's overwhelming presence innerly strangles Damien so much, that his mind pops out the dragon in defense.
Looking around, he sees Syrrian drawing his sword. Pointing at the sword, he whispers: "Uhm, dear elf friend, what exaclty were you planning on doing with that? It doesn't seem like it'll do much besides anger him more."
Looking around, he sees Syrrian drawing his sword. Pointing at the sword, he whispers: "Uhm, dear elf friend, what exaclty were you planning on doing with that? It doesn't seem like it'll do much besides anger him more."
Argent Silvermage
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Shaking the water and filth off of her Elexia looks with compasion on the Dragon and calmly says "I will do what I can. Please what has happened to cause this Great One?"
"There are voices, always, they scream in my mind, she is one I always see, she came and I now keep her but voices... not STOP!" the dragon howls mentally to all of you. Whitefire has clapped her hands over her ears and has tears of pain in her eyes.
*Skord rears upward, exposing his huge, armor-plated chest, though here and there you can see places where scales are missing through his neglect.*
*The dragon roars into the sky, opening his mouth and shooting out a stream of some potent liquid. It rains over the entire clearing, burning into everyone's skin. He thumps his tail again, this time knocking Elexia aside, though it mostly seemed accidental. He fans his wings as he roars and the massive cords of muscle stand out in his neck with the effort of it all.*
*Whitefire suddenly screams and falls to her knees, clutching her head in agony. You all spot a faint aura of color around her that also briefly outlines Skord.*
"Make. Pain. STOP!" he screams again, starting to thrash nigh-uncontrollably.
*Skord rears upward, exposing his huge, armor-plated chest, though here and there you can see places where scales are missing through his neglect.*
*The dragon roars into the sky, opening his mouth and shooting out a stream of some potent liquid. It rains over the entire clearing, burning into everyone's skin. He thumps his tail again, this time knocking Elexia aside, though it mostly seemed accidental. He fans his wings as he roars and the massive cords of muscle stand out in his neck with the effort of it all.*
*Whitefire suddenly screams and falls to her knees, clutching her head in agony. You all spot a faint aura of color around her that also briefly outlines Skord.*
"Make. Pain. STOP!" he screams again, starting to thrash nigh-uncontrollably.
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