Anthrmarux burrowed her head and took a nip of sweetrollness...well, Dragons don't like sweet. It makes them angry. Like everything else.
She growled, and decided to try to taste them in her Human form..
While it was a bit more chilly in her Human skin, the Sweet Rolls tasted much better! They were AMAZING!
She sat astride Tarran's Altar in Human form, snacking away happily.
"Thank you for the gifts *om nom* of Sweet Rolls, Tarran All God. Very Delicious. *chomp chew*
Now, I might ask. *crunch munch*...what else I can do for you? I mean, I'm sure you have some sort of task...that you would bequeath upon me *gronch gronch*...that I could reduce your boredom...
*lick lips*
...Granted, that's is not an invitation to experiment your Godly powers of transmogrification upon me, or an offer to become your mortal consort. Not that I would be able to stop you, of course! It would be fairly impolite, though.
For example, this temple. It's dreary. And you have no followers, not even mountaintop monks that live up here in seclusion. Surely, with our powers together, we could...move it to someplace more accessible?
Also, could you prestidigitate me a warm coat? It's cold in here. Unless you like to see me shiver and shake. It's quite involuntary you know, something to do with the Mammalian way of generating body heat."
Suddenly, a fur coat appears on your back.
"...Hmmm, though I could move it myself if my sons and daughters will let me... I know, I believe Grandar wanted something around here. Something insignificant in looks but filled with his godly power. What was it... Ah yes, a scale with two magical weights that weigh the person's bad to the person's good. I believe it was located somewhere in a bandit camp nearby. I believe they stole it because it was making their job difficult. Find the scale and the weights, and take them to 'ol Grandar's temple in Albreac. Tell him you come in my name. Maybe I'll be able to convince him to let me move this temple somewhere where people won't die every step...
Oh, and, darn, you caught me, I had hoped to make you my consort." He pauses, before laughing.
"But really, I gave you mortals emotions. It should be obvious that I care about what you want. Most of the time. I would never force something on someone. Well, most of the time. There was this one time where some race of badger men in another existence tried to take over the world and turn everything into badgers. Like hell I was going to let that happen!""I am Raikonai, son of Shadows! Who are you?"
"...Son of shadows?" The voice sounds somewhat weary. "I am Ona, goddess of Medicine, Healing, and Nature. Why do you call yourself 'son of shadows' anyway?"
For a moment, Varkonis paused. He thought it over, his draconic pride battling his impatience. Impatience won. "I guess I will offer up samples from myself in exchange for learning. As for what I would like to learn... What schools of magic are there? Which schools are best used for offense, defense or utility? How easy are they to learn? (Like it would deter me anyways...)
"Well, there are many schools. But here are the main ones:
Heat, Water, Earth, Air, Cold, Chaos, Stability, Life, Necromancy, and Arcane.
Heat, Cold, and Chaos are all fairly dangerous if used correctly. Their sub schools are also very dangerous.
Earth, Stability, and Arcane all have their good defensive spells. You just have to be creative.
And Earth, Life, and Arcane all have fairly useful spells outside of that.
They are all fairly easy to learn. But all have their own dangers if you mess up, and mastery is always a multi-decade workload."