Has everybody finished what they want to post before time progresses to the next day?

I've got one thing to post, but I'd need to know that everyone else is done first.

Was kinda drained.

Miren's pretty much done, I reckon.

We never really addressed how much time has passed since the end of the war, or how long the war lasted.
Or is such knowledge simply lost due to the gravity of the exchange?

Long enough that there aren't even a lot of elves that were alive during it.

Yikes that's quite a while.

Long enough that there aren't even a lot of elves that were alive during it.

The ones who are alive are completely senile and have the habit to speak in songs. Also bothering adventurers with stupid quests for no reason.

Now tell me it's wrong, I dare ya

"I need twenty blobs of slime oooooze and fifteen talons of rabid eagles so I can schmooooze together a key to unlock more cluuuuuuues~"

:l
"I don't like where this is going, but whatever."

I mean what kind of fantasy world would it be if there weren't crazy old people?

I mean what kind of fantasy world would it be if there weren't crazy old people?

A teenage fantasy.

Alright whenever you guys are ready you can begin posting for the next day.

Name: Queen Lamia of Yrdring

Species: Dragon masquerading as Human

Gender: Female

Age: 1500+

Birthplace: The Giant's Dagger, Dragon Valley, north of the continent of Atria.

Current Location: Cauldron Keep, Kingdom of Yrdring (North of Wanderneir)

Physical Description: Lamia is massive and ancient. Dragons are fierce monsters that never stop growing, and her size demonstrates she is far from young. She can blot out the sun of a small town with her wingspan, and has more than enough physical force to crumble castles with her dragonfire and claws. She is a survivor, as her hide and scales are chipped with chinks and even scars from facing other dragons. However, her sheer scale and weight make her somewhat clumsy and a very big target, even when on the move. Thus, she uses sorcery to change and compress her form, usually taking the appearance of one of her thrall races. Since humans are the most common thralls she usually resemble a woman of striking features, with shiny golden eyes and cascading auburn hair.

Mental Description: Dragons are embodiments of pride and greed, and Lamia is no exception. Everything she does, and what she tries to accomplish, is to stoke her own vanity and ego. However, she is a wizened monster, as she has been brought to heel and close to death by the combined might of the unified kingdoms in the past. She knows that as puny as they are, the small races are not to be underestimated, and she changed the usual plunder and terror tactics of the average monster for intrigue, conspiracy and secrecy. Unusual for a dragon, she values blood links with her brood, and is one of the few members of her species to have assembled a semi-stable flock of a couple of young adults and several dragonlings.

She is a decent actress, and can feign empathy and concern pretty well when she wants to. She would be a capable ruler if not for her warped morals and greed.

Background Information (Optional): Lamia was born in another era. Where the lands had mighty empires, and only a far few reaches were out of place of the men, dwarves and elves. She was born in such place, a backward mountain among Mana spires. She grew tall and proud, and like a lot of young hot-headed dragons, she started a rampage as soon as she realized that a couple of warriors with sticks would not be able to stop her rampage.

She was shot out of the sky not a week after, when the different kingdoms showed an unite front. She managed to escape with her life, wounded and crippled, and vowed revenge upon her foes. Over the course of several centuries she avoided being seen or heard, and used that time to slowly but surely plot and hatch schemes to aggravate the fractures between the fighting kingdoms. While she wasn't the only culprit of the entire catastrophe, her touch served to aggravate it. Satisfied and vindicated, she then plundered the now still and dead ruins, and amassed her horde's worth of the treasures of the fallen. She then slept, lazy and proud upon her works. And the world kept spinning. She also raised several clutches of eggs, bringing forth upon the world more of her ilk, which quickly took advantage of the civilization's decline to set their own lairs.

But ... a dragon's appetite isn't sated for long. True, she had an horde. True, she was an elder member of her species. But her lair was located in the middle of nowhere. She wanted more. She bullied a few of her brood to do her bidding, and marched south. Appearing before the King of Yrdring, she presented herself as a sorceress of unmatched might who had brought even the proud dragons to heel. She amazed the court with her wonders, and even managed to gain the awe of the weak-willed heir. Some years later, and after a couple of "incidents", she seized the crown for herself, secretly turning all of Yrdring kingdom into unwitting thralls of the dragons, all while she spoke honeyed words to the masses and raised the kingdom's military power significantly with the goal of conquest of other kingdoms.

Although there's the matter that one of her children was recently felled...

you approved my guy @AtomicNut

@Jojo@Eisenhorn@Lumiere

So, do you people want to skip to next morning in the city, or still want to linger in the swamp?

@AtomicNut
A timeskip for Kaite would probably be following the crew to town and spending the night doing laundry. Not much else to do unless theres stuff to discuss.

In the meantime, here's a queenly breakfast.

Cider is following the rest of the group hidden from sight. Or he's managed to climb inside someone's pack of stuff either way

Oh btw does anyone want to volunteer to co-gm the roleplay for me so that when I'm at work or otherwise unavailable we can still maintain the roleplay?

You'd also get to help update the bestiary/points of interest.