by The Kingpin » Mon Feb 07, 2011 3:08 am
"What's he asking for in return?" asked Andruil, sceptical. "Always one to read the fine print, eh Andruil?" responded Dervin with a chuckle. "I know my brother well enough to know that he wouldn't give something like that for free. there's definately a catch. aside from the assassins' help in defeating the demon" answered Andruil. Dervin sighed, nodding. "Well, the price for fortifying this place to the point where it'd be able to withstand a siege by anything short of a true army, would be the free service of the Assassin's guild for the next century, or until the Guild itself disassembles. whichever comes first. This place would also become a regular stop for Valenhad messengers, scouts and would have a small occupational force to help fortify it. If they're willing to agree to those terms, this place will be all but impenetrable to any but the most well armed and prepared armies" explained Dervin. Andruil cringed. the price seemed a bit steep, but then, turning a village into a fortress was no small feat. he looked at Arsenic and Vix, leaving the decision up to them, silently pleading to try and make a counter offer...
Septimus made a low rumble, stifling a growl at the mention of Antlers, shrugging it off as a grunt of acknowledgement. Though silently, he was displeased. He didn't like to think of Dragons with antlers, as his father had them. the very thought of that fool made his blood boil. but he kept himself at peace, knowing that with each fact he picked up here, he gained a weapon to use against his father. "I have seen Dragons of a relatively similar description in my lifetime. Though not entire identical" he rumbled. it was the truth. if you took some of the description literally, and some as symbolism, there were many similarities between Greshlynk and some Dragons he had met in his past, particularly with his own kind. as if to give an example, he sighed, his eyes starting to shimmer with mana, swerving between very light cyan and golden, the movements of the shimmering light within similar to the dancing of flames, the runes down one hand flashing gold as his claw tips turned into five flames, the Dragon's eyes suddenly beginning to glitter with an almost electrical energy, as arcs of electricity started to leap between his claws, before fading, the Dragon's eyes returning to the black colour they usually were, his irises alone remaining a light cyan hue, his natural eye colour...
"I? I am but a humble disciple. If you must have a name, call me....Kristov" said the man kindly. "Would you be willing to give me some food, drink, and a room to rest? I have travelled long and hard in search for knowledge...The path coming here was a dangerous one, and I find myself in need of peace to rest and meditate"...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG