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[Ahra]

now theres one

[Tarran]

Wow, so few people are posting. Three days and only half or so of the players have posted. If I were still bound by a schedule, that would be a bunch of PMs.

Merysta takes the red jasper back to the main room to play with while she waits for her mother to return. She... is returning, right?

You return back to the main room and wait for your mother to return.

She returns surprisingly quickly, carrying a dead deer with an arrow in it.

"HEY THAT WAS MINE!" You hear in the distance.

Your mother drops it in front of you. It looks tasty. "Here, Merysta. Eat this. This should satiate your hunger."

i upside-down it, try to take something out of it, if that fails use it as a musical horn aka blow

You flip the horn upside-down, and smack-

All of a sudden, an apple falls out.

[Dermonster]

I just kinda don't want to think of an action, really.

How about Say goodbyes and go investigate lake.

[Tarran]

I just kinda don't want to think of an action, really.

Sounds like you're bored.

Perhaps you should start doing some dangerous stuff. Raid a town, kill a giant, screw around with another dragon...

Come on, there's an entire world out there. Nothing is leashing you to this location. It can't possibly be that hard to think of something to do.

[Dermonster]

Yes, but I specced for friendly. High into and charisma, chromatic, lacking much offensive power... Kinda made that path lined with spikes, really.

[Tarran]

If you're going to be friendly, why not befriend a town, stop hostilities between nations, make a nation more accepting to dragons, etc?

[SeriousConcentrate]

(Stop giving away my ideas. ^^^ I'm planning on trying to take over a small village when I get old enough, myself...)

Merysta makes an obviously happy noise and nuzzles her mother's leg. She tries to give her the red jasper to hold onto for her before tearing into the deer for noms.

[IronyOwl]

Friendly is the very definition of stumbling into dangerous situations!

"Hello, please don't stab me! I think we can be friends instead!"

(Stop giving away my ideas. ^^^ I'm planning on trying to take over a small village when I get old enough, myself...)

Me too!

It didn't work out.

[Tarran]

(Stop giving away my ideas. ^^^ I'm planning on trying to take over a small village when I get old enough, myself...)

...There's a difference between taking over a town and befriending a town.

It didn't work out.

You got a massive village that hated dragons and approached them in the wrong fashion. Of course you failed.

[IronyOwl]

It didn't work out.

You got a massive village that hated dragons and approached them in the wrong fashion. Of course you failed.

I never said it was surprising. Raikonai's not very good at mending relationships.

[Ahra]

"Erm... dad is this normal for an horn to do?"

[jetex1911]

Jaydenhal would wait.

[Repulsion]

Cevitil attempts to track the Duke and Baron's movements, examining them and their repertoire for any possible weaknesses. Also, examine the castle for the same.

Be sure to keep an eye, nose, ear, etcetera out for any information concerning the Spy Master.

Also, be subtle.

[Tarran]

Also, be subtle.

Am I the only one who sees something wrong with this sentence with a dragon that is the size of two horses?

[Tarran]

How about Say goodbyes and go investigate lake.

You bid the goddess goodbye, then fly down and investigate the lake.

It looks like a fairly average lake. Excluding the strange fish and plants around that you have never seen before. Oh, and it's much hotter around here than you're used to. Strange.

Merysta makes an obviously happy noise and nuzzles her mother's leg. She tries to give her the red jasper to hold onto for her before tearing into the deer for noms.

You hand your mother the jasper. Her hand is... a little too big for her to hold it. It rolls around and falls off her hand, rolling somewhere deep down the cave while you dig into the deer.

You stop half way through the deer. Oh no! Your rock!

"Erm... dad is this normal for an horn to do?"

"What? I wasn't paying attention. What did the horn do?"

You explain that the horn dropped an apple out.

"Hm, that certainly is unusual. Definitely magical. I think it might be a horn of... plunder? Petty? Platinum? Plenty? Something like that. It deposits random food so long as it has magical energy."