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Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

Taraah / Shiina's smithy

"Your kind calls me Pyrona." The dragoness said, a different name than she gave to the humans earlier if they were paying attention. "And forgive me, I have already tried the local cuisine, and it will be a while before I trust the recommendation of a local again. Mint sauce will do if you do that again." She warned, backing off.

"I would not call us friends just yet, she has tried to slay me for merely existing, but we're getting along for now." She shot half annoyed, half sad look at Shiina. "What is it that you do here, Thaddeus? And miss Sheena, who is this Guan fellow you mentioned? Should I post protection charms around myself since he is a Friend of yours?"

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Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

@RedPandaGamer@Ozzy Cross

"Oh do forgive me," The dragoness said, looking over her shoulder and sounding none too apologetic, "I thought it was an annoying fly. My apologies kind sir." she got up from her side and reversed form the workshop, coming to stop over Thaddeus, who would now get a full view of a toothy dragon grin. "You have a weird smell. A Mesmer? I hear they go well with mint sauce!" She purred excitedly. "Now do tell me," she said, all mirth vanishing from her face as she closed a little bit to his face, "Is it common for men round here to greet women by touching their bottoms?" If so, the town needed a new mayor. A scaly one.

Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

@RedPandaGamer

Taraah inspected the presented pieces with keen eye. One of the blade looked rather exotic, not like the straight blades favored in this land. In fact... "I believe our mist islander friend may be a potential buyer for the Katana. If I am not mistaken, blades likle these originated there. The plating seems rather well done!" She said with an approving murmur, reaching into her bag.

She pulled out the blade she uaed when disguised as Margaret. It was a normal straight blade, one and a half hilt, with rubies set into the pommel and guard. "My own could use a new coat. Perhaps we can strike a bargain later." She thought out loud, setting the blade in sheath at her feet for now.

The reforged piece puzzled her: "Surely, a reforged piece must be worse than melting it down into a bar to be used anew in different manner? If the blade has shattered once, it may do so again, no? Wouldn't it have a more meaningful life as a shaving razor?" She asked, interested in the process.

"You have my attention, young one. If you have a piece of scrap weaponry or tool lying around, let me show you what I can do for you." She offered. She also produced a bottle made of obsidian glass, blowing into it. The inside of the bottle seemed to glow orange. She plugged the bottle with obsidian cork and handed it over. "A sample for the forge. Fair warning, this fire is three times as hot as a charcoal that is being blown at. It will melt iron, stone, and if she is not careful, the smith. This amount should last you for an hour, enough to get you hungry for more if you like it." She winked.

Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

Taraah / Shiina's smith

"Put your mind at ease, If I wanted to do something bad, you would not get a warning. I meant what I said, I'm looking for a home. I wouldn't want to torch it beforehand." She said, the corners of her closed maw tugging up in an imitation of a hominid smile. She learneed quickly that a toothy smile looks rather threatening on a dragon.

She poked her head and neck in through the door. The workshop looked rather cozy. The door wouldn't fit more of her, and she did not fancy changing skins again, especially since Shiina seemed immune to it. She lied down on her side like a lazy cat, only her neck and head up looking at the inside of the shop.

"I never touched a hammer in my life!" She said with an excited happiness in her voice. "I have enchanted weapons before though. I wonder if the magic would be stronger if used during the forging itself. However..." She grinned, "I fancy myself a bit of a patron of artists. So, show me your wares. If you are worthy of my attention, I shall shower you with bleasings!" I should make a religion out of this! she thought to herself, wondering if she should dare the actual gods.

Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

Taraah / The Other Mine

The dragoness impatiently looked at the platters served. She wass no conisseur, moreso ahe liked to eat a lot rather than well. But she had to admit even to her those eggs smelled funny. Soup first then.

She took a spoon ful and her reptilian tongue found it a bit bland. She could taste some mystery meat in it, but she could not place it. She hungrily gulped down the rest of it in record time, her hunger finally abating somewhat.

Then she carefully took one of the eggs and sampled it. Mhhhm! This is exactly how I imagined it would taste like if an egg took a dump in my mouth. No wonder, I asked food advice from a pig! They'll eat anything! I should eat him!

She was hungry though and forced herself to swallow all of the sour nightmare fuel, hoping her stomach won't be churning later.

Her dinner was interrupted by a silly wizard in robes barelling into the eatablishment, proclaiming what could only be her spell failing a while ago. You know what? I'll let you figure it out. she thought, fed up with wverybody and their grandmother seeing through her disguise.

She shoved the platter away from her, left a decent sized silver ring with a pea sized ruby on the top of it as payment and shoved off, heading to the exit. Once outside, she felt an overwhelming need to stretch her wings. She could not help it, she was an avid flier. Looking over her shoulder into the Inn, she saw the wizard getting dressed down by the owner. "Aw screw this!" she proclaimed. Let them know there was a dragon in town. If all the food tasted like this around here, she would skip it before sunset.

She reached down to the amulet and silently chanted.

"I, who shall awaken;
I am the legendary dragon who took the principle of patronage from god.
I mock the lame, and fret over the gifted!
I shall become the dragon godess of perfection!
And I will bring you to the height of your talent!"

As she did so, she was surrounded by the illusion of a twisting firy tornado, obscuring her transfiguration. Once the spell was released, the illusion vanished, revealing the dragon in her glorious, true self. With a mighty roar, she launched towards the sun.

The air felt great up there, fresh with the smells of charcoal, and sunny side up eggs, bacon, and nectar. No vinegar!

Taking an aerial view of the town, she followed the ame of charcoal to the blacksmith. Landing on a nearby open area, she folded her wings and padded over. "Hello there!" she greeted cheerfully, her red eye peering through the window.

@RedPandaGamer@Goldeagle1221@Searat

Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

Taraah eyed the Firetail with suspicion. Granted, noone liked to ralk about something like losing their family, but that wasn't where the dragon thought Sheena was skimming the truth. It was the fact that for a smith, her hand went to the blade all too easily. She would watch this one.

The other one though, a princess? Ahhh, that brought back memories. And an exotic one at that! Than again, carrying a polearm around with the confidence she did and a physique to match knowing how to use it was as good an indication as any that instead of ransom, she would have gotten a few new scars.

"Ohayōgozaimasu, hime-chan." She replied with a slight smirk. "It has been a while since I have been in the presence of royalty. I believe it was the current king's aunt? They didn't miss her too much, didn't want to pay much for her return." She grinned, fishing a ring out of her money bag. "Great conversationalist though, avid reader and most excellent harp player. I pitied her fate so much I gave her treasure and sent her on her way." She recalled.

"Anyway, I can provide for you for a day if you share a few tales of the dragons of your own land. I hear they are quite different from my kind." She leaned forward with a gaze hungering for knowledge, which swayed towards the other person at the table.

"Perhaps miss Sheena would be willing to accomodate us for the night for a favor or two? Have you ever forged with dragonfire?" She wiggled her eyebrows just as the firetail turned to leave, "I am also... Nevermind, maybe later." She paused. Her black flight heritage was a touchy subject.

@RedPandaGamer@Kumbaris

Star Wars - Rise of Crusade

I probably should...?

Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

Sticker on top of the page says apply, not full ;)

Honestly everyone is still meetingand greeting, RP is still starting so let's see what you got and what Saucer thinks :)

Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

Taraah / The Old Mine

The dragoness smiled back: "That will be just perfect, daughter of the night. Thank you. Perhaps a drink to wash it down? Mead if you have but anything will do." The dragon actually carried little money with her. Most of her wealth was in fine metals, gems and jewellry, safe in her den halfway across the continent. Not a flight she wanted to make often, but she could afford to be generous. She doubted the locals would object if she paid them with the naturalia, based on the night elf's change of demeanor when she saw her money bag.

Was she worried that someone would steal from her? Not really, she would just sniff the thief out and then they would be dinner.
@Goldeagle1221

As the two others returned though, she did pull the bag closer to her seat. They did not seem peturbed by her revelation - She'd see once they saw her in her great true self! - and while the furious furry seemed to have a problem with her due to the percieved hazard she represented, she wasn't sure what the traceller's deal was. She did not seem like a poor person, but many have attempted to slay her for her riches.

"So, now that eceryone calmed down... The humans of this land call me Ashwing. I've come south looking for a new home in a warmer land. How about yourselves?"
@Kumbaris@RedPandaGamer

Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

"Ugh... Why can't a woman get a privete chat with someone in this town?" Taraah growled, the tones of her real voice seeping into her tone here and there. The spell had a nasty habit of breaking down when she got agitated. Nope, she could feel the magic unwinding already "Oh to Tiamat with it!"

Better to control the exposure now before the spell failed completely. She raised her hand in front of her face, moving it down slowly. Where there were slightly glowing, round, amber eyes on the face of Margaret von Eisenberg, now resided the blazing red, slit eyes of a dragon set in an otherwise human face.

She looked at Sheena: "No, you are not mad. Somehow you can see through Polymorph, it's not even some basic illusion spell. Yes I am a dragon. No, I did not come here to plunder and destroy. But I am mighty hungry and I get grouchy on an empty stomach, so if we could end this insanity sometime soon so that I can get three servings of the meatiest dish in this town, that would be greeeeeat. We can figure out what is wrong with your eyes later."
@RedPandaGamer

She then looked at the mist islander directly: "Unless some brave idiot cannot wait until after dinner, and wants me to send them running home like the last twenty that felt like they had something to prove, even before breakfast is up."
@Kumbaris

She touched the ruby on her necklace and whispered something barely audible, her eyes and voice returning to normal, and continued without giving a pause for anyone to answer: "No? Good. We can continue where we left off once we had a civilized meal." With that she returned to the table, hollering in hopes the owner, whoever they were, would hear: "I'll have one of everything, please." Before tossing a bag in the table in front of her, a bit of gold and a gemstone spilling from it as an argument to make the order quick.
@Goldeagle1221