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[Tarran]

(Sorry if it's vague, I just want a general idea of stuff in my vicinity to mess with.)

Hm, fine. Not like there's too much to talk about in your immediate vicinity anyway.

Request to learn a higher tier, slightly more advanced than what I have already learned, but nothing too high, of plain Offensive, Medium to Long Range spell from the school of Heat Magic.

Descriptive enough?

Yes.

Uh, thank you.

[Talarion]

You're welcome.

[wolfchild]

Try to wake it up

[Ahra]

... yea, i can only think of putting the damn thing on one of my horns and go exploring southwards cause i suck at these things

[Dwarmin]

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[Tarran]

"It is all in the past. May I ask why I am suddenly soggy?"

The rain stops.

"Oh, sorry. Weather is usually tied to my feelings, and I've been around for a very long time without noticing the effects personally, so I'm usually unaware of changes."

Merysta, completely unaware that she might be in danger, crawls out of her egg and starts looking around her mother's lair like the newborn she is.

You look around your immediate area, much to the surprise of your mother. She follows you.

[5][3][4]: You find a room with a pile of strange things (magical artifacts), another room with shiny white things (silver treasure), and a room full of... pretty much nothing besides a few oddly colored rocks.

Request to learn a higher tier, slightly more advanced than what I have already learned, but nothing too high, of plain Offensive, Medium to Long Range spell from the school of Heat Magic.

You ask her to teach you a new spell. She does so.

You think that you've learn the spell Heat Wave: Raises temperature of target by 150 degrees for a quarter of a minute.

Of course, you still need to cast it yourself before you're sure if you've learned it.

Try to wake it up

You push the large dragon a little. It looks at you miserably, saying nothing. You now notice the massive bleeding on the creature and cracked scales.

... yea, i can only think of putting the damn thing on one of my horns and go exploring southwards cause i suck at these things

You put the horn on your head and leave your cave to-

"Where are you going son?"

[Talarion]

Thank the woman, before heading south-east one tile to find SOMETHING to practise my new magic spells on.

[IronyOwl]

Raikonai padded around his new home, getting comfortable. He felt like claiming it officially, but sitting in it was the only way he could think of to do that.

...which raised an obvious question. What should he do to claim it? Or rather, what should he do now? His hunt for a home had yielded success; now he needed something to do with it.

Power, he supposed. Food was another option, but he could probably just hunt and kill things in the woods for that. Or fish them out of the lake. Or purchase or extort them out of whoever he could claim dominion over or use as allies. Yes, power was the next thing, and to get it, he needed to find people.

Search for a nearby settlement or sentient, potentially useful creature's lair. A village, bandit camp, witch's hovel, or necromancer's den would all qualify, for instance.

[KineseN]

Kin now regretted he had left his parents lair. Sure, he would get a yelling now and then from his father and a look of dislike from his mother but it were at the very least warmer and food was overflowing. Maybe he should return. Naaah.
Kin decided to talk a bit more to John. "Do you know of any settlement that would enjoy having a dragon as a neighbor?"

If John has any direction Kin will take the first one otherwise he will start flying back and from there start his journey north.

[SeriousConcentrate]

The baby dragon slinked over to the pile of magical artifacts, drawn to the most valuable stuff by her draconic instincts like a magpie was drawn to glittery things. After a few moments of trying to crawl into the pile, she let out a frustrated whine and started scrabbling at it. Something was dislodged from the top of the pile and went rolling off; the ADD-riddled Merysta immediately went chasing it. It clinked off of her mother's claws and she pounced on it. But now that she had it, what was it? Her eyes weren't fully used to seeing yet; all she could make out was that it was solid, shiny, and a little heavy for her. She turned it over in her claws, sniffed it, took a bite and stuck her tongue out in disgust, then sniffed it again while getting her face closer to look at it.

(I'm curious as to what this will turn out to be, though I doubt Gwairen will let Merysta keep it. :3)

[Dwarmin]

OOC: Oops. Might as well put it into action form, if this isn't going into mini-turns for me.

Anthramarux snorted. Enough sneaking!

She marched up to the duelists, gesturing toward them sparring bandits.

"Don't stop on my account! I was rather enjoying the show!

Anyway, once you are both are done killing each other, I have a business proposition..."

She flicked her wings testily, preparing to fly if they did something...stupid.

Action: Try to get the bandits attention peaceably, to open negotiation.

[wolfchild]

Would the hatching know that pressure can speed up clotting? if so

Put pressure on the wound if possible

[Ahra]

"Look around, and try to think this damn horn trough about what it is"

[Dermonster]

"So, what other gods are there? I've met a priest or five of another, but I don't know the majority of them."

[Tarran]

Would the hatching know that pressure can speed up clotting? if so

No. A hatching barely knows anything besides maybe a few basics.