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Post by Namari Lovelle on Feb 1, 2012 19:03:31 GMT -5
"I've been training him best as I can. He seems to be growing up to be just as a regular dragon should. Nicer towards beings though, it seems," she smiled. "Are you doing alright?"
"You don't honestly think that a dragon and a man screw to make me, right? No, there are two ways to become a dragoon, and if you're lucky you get to be a Grand Dragoon. Those are dragoons with more than one dragon soul." He smiled wryly. "The first way is that you get imbued with a dead dragon's soul, and you get half of his powers and get the genetic code of dragons in your blood, making you a quarter dragon. That's how I came to be. The second is you befriend a dragon, and if it feels strongly enough about you it will bless you with white fire, and you gain ALL of its power, though you have to share if it continues to live. But, it would be fun to fight with your dragon as your dragon. when it dies, you get its soul and can talk to it in your mind, even let it take over when you're unsure of how to act. That is the most useful way to become one. That's just the basics, it's obviously a lot more complicated than that but I figured you wouldn't want to know the exact details."
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
"And you'd have wings. And you'd get another bonus as well, but I suppose I could do that for it. It'd just be complicated as hell..." Dadramora swore to himself. "you've only done it once Sacraa, and you almost died. Why do it for a stranger?"
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
"Interesting shouldn't be the word. I am either going to be the bane or the savior of Avaleur. Tell me Namari, would you like your arm back?" He asked, being deadly serious.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
"Do you want your arm back? It will have a price, but you're an elf. I think you'd be fine. I know it's annoying, and you'd have to retrain it to get to the strength of your other arm, but do you want your arm back?" Dadramora asked again. He held his hand out towards her and gave a light smile. "You're one of the first here that I either don't want to kill, fight, or maim. You have been nice to me from the start, relatively speaking. I think Jordan's the only other one I really like though. The king's as stubborn as a mule. And Scooter makes empty threats. Steele just looks as though he wants to eat me alive, which I wouldn't doubt from a werewolf as strong as him."
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Post by Namari Lovelle on Feb 3, 2012 11:01:03 GMT -5
Namari smiled. "You seem very kind Dadramora. But, I must decline your offer. I've grown used to only having one arm. I'm just as powerful without my arm as I was with it now. Besides, I personally think I look much more badass like this!" she smirked at the last bit. "I thank you very, very much for the offer though. It was very kind of you."
Dadramora shrugged. "If that's what you want Namari. Just know, two is always better than one, and that rings true especially now in the dark times we are to have ahead..." He trailed off at this point, seemingly deep in thought.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Post by Namari Lovelle on Feb 3, 2012 12:11:47 GMT -5
Namari frowned, and ran a hand through her hair. "What troubles are coming to Avaleur?" Namari asked with a frown. "Please tell me...currently the king is sick, and as the hand of the king I am taking his place until he is better. So I should know of this problem."
Dadramora clenched his teeth together. *Should I tell her or not...* Dadramora looked at Namari. "First, you must answer me what the king did not. Does he have a golden dragon?"
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Post by Namari Lovelle on Feb 3, 2012 12:16:30 GMT -5
"Well, technically the golden dragon is mine...the one I spoke of. But I told the king that once he is old enough and trained, he will be a sort of guardian for the city." Namari nodded. "Why do you ask?"
Dadramora looked at Namari, excitement spreading through his body. "Tell me Namari, may I see this dragon at some point? It's be helpful in ways you could not imagine. And what exactly is it you want to know? The threat itself, or how to stop it?"
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Dadramora grinned. "As soon as possible would be the most beneficial. And you may want to have a seat if you wish to know it all at once." Dadramora sat cross legged on the ground and sighed. He stripped his armor off and stretched his sore muscles, yawning.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
(sorry for not getting on yesterday, family emergency) Dadramora looked at Namari intently. "Tell me Namari, what would you do to stop a god who was immune to all but a select few things?"
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
