Awkward Introductions: Part 2
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A thousand thoughts and possible questions flash through your head for the elf before you but in the end, you decide to start small.
"So then my friend. I have a few questions to ask of you."
"And I shall be more than happy to answer them provided you answer mine in return."
"Of course, my elven friend, that goes without saying," you say with a nod in reply to your host. " Alright then, first question; what was with your reaction to my statement about being a dragon? Are there not dragons like myself here?"
"None that I have ever seen ...there are rumors...though unconfirmed of a certain land far to the east where serpentine dragons capable of wielding magic lie. In most places, by and large, dragons including the ones here in Ulthuan are winged beasts; many are capable of speech, but besides their breath weapons they are utterly incapable of wielding the winds of magic."
"There are dragons here?" you say eyes widening.
"Indeed there are. Many of which fight alongside us even now. Some as independent fighters and others as loyal mounts, in fact, a cousin of mine is one such rider." The elf says puffing up with pride.
"Might explain that familiar sound and feeling I sensed before on the way here. Can't say I exactly approve of my kind being used as mounts...but as long as they're not being forced I guess it's none of my business of what you folks do here...which is where exactly?"
"Why Ulthuan of course! The great motherland of all elves upon this world of Malus! Rivaled only in splendor by the great Karak's of our Dawi allies."
He says speaking his voice tinged with a mixture of barely restrained haughtiness and just a touch of incredulity at your looks of confusion. At your continued lack of recognition, you see his look of incredulity drop a touch before he walks over to a desk covered in various scrolls and parchments. Retrieving one he proceeds to unroll it showing what appears to be a map of some sort.
"Hm, I'd almost say Earth had another makeover while I was gone...but no. There are still too many differences to account for. Still, the resemblance is almost uncanny."
"What does dirt have to do with anything?"
"What...? Oh, wait I see...stupid translation magic. "No, "Earth," you say momentarily deactivating your spell to avoid confusion "is the name of my homeworld. They named the element after the world it comes from."
"I'm sorry homeworld? Are you saying..."
"That I'm an alien to your world? Yep. I'm from a totally different world. One that is also dealing with its own brand of demonic nonsense. Speaking of which what's up with all...this?" You say gesturing in the direction of the carnage outside "Some would-be demon lord trying to conquer the world or did some power-mad idiot accidentally summon up more than he could handle?"
"I can assure you" he begins anger cutting through the shock that dawned on his face at your revelation "no Elf or Dawi..."
"Yeah Dawi, who are they exactly?" you say interrupting before he can get started, the anger draining out as quickly as it came.
"Eh short stocky folk, really good at forging metal, like to live in mountains and drink alcohol."
"With very impressive beards and big on oaths of honor?"
"Indeed."
"Ah, now I get it! We have those back home to, though we call them "dwarfs". Anyways continue."
"Thank you. As I was saying, no Elf or Dawi (assuming they could even cast spells) I know of would ever be so stupid to summon up such monstrosities. I'm afraid these incursions have been a recurring problem ever since the gods left us in the days long before my time. Admittedly the invasions were much worse in the past, but even now with the great maelstrom at the center of Ulthuan draining some of the hellish energies from this world, these monstrosities continue to be an issue. Damn them and the dark so-called gods of chaos these living blasphemies worship!" He says slamming his hand in renewed anger upon the table, causing it to shake.
"Maelstrom huh?" you begin slowly trying to distract him from his anger. "That explains that ultra bright power source I was sensing. I might just take a look at that once I'm done here...which reminds me. What exactly is so special about this spot? I saw some kind of banner out there on that building. What is this some kind of temple or something?"
"A shrine actually. To the trickster god Loec. He who fills us with mirth and music and laughter when the times are peaceful and who in these dark times uses his cunning to rescue our souls from the grasp of these damned fiends."
"Rescue...so these demons are here to settle a personal grudge. Makes sense from what I know of demons. They do always tend to hold grudges for a while. So then, now that we've dealt with those weird crab-woman-man-things for the moment what's the plan? "
"My plan is to send a messenger back to the capitol to ask what is going on with the rest of the land. Depending on the response I get back I shall act accordingly. Hopefully, things are going well and I can return to my estate. You are welcome to come to visit it when the time comes."
"Actually..."
[] "I think I'll take you up on that offer."
[] "I'd like to see this capital if you don't mind. May I go with the messenger?"
[] "I want to go check out that maelstrom you spoke of. "
[] "I think I want to try and find those dragons I sensed before"
[] "I think I'd like to be introduced to some of these Dawi you mentioned. Might you know where to find some?"
[] "I have a few more questions first before I decide on anything." Write-in what you'd like to ask.
[] Some other action, write in what.
QM note: remember this is all before the war of the beard so the elves and dwarfs are still on good terms with each other.
A thousand thoughts and possible questions flash through your head for the elf before you but in the end, you decide to start small.
"So then my friend. I have a few questions to ask of you."
"And I shall be more than happy to answer them provided you answer mine in return."
"Of course, my elven friend, that goes without saying," you say with a nod in reply to your host. " Alright then, first question; what was with your reaction to my statement about being a dragon? Are there not dragons like myself here?"
"None that I have ever seen ...there are rumors...though unconfirmed of a certain land far to the east where serpentine dragons capable of wielding magic lie. In most places, by and large, dragons including the ones here in Ulthuan are winged beasts; many are capable of speech, but besides their breath weapons they are utterly incapable of wielding the winds of magic."
"There are dragons here?" you say eyes widening.
"Indeed there are. Many of which fight alongside us even now. Some as independent fighters and others as loyal mounts, in fact, a cousin of mine is one such rider." The elf says puffing up with pride.
"Might explain that familiar sound and feeling I sensed before on the way here. Can't say I exactly approve of my kind being used as mounts...but as long as they're not being forced I guess it's none of my business of what you folks do here...which is where exactly?"
"Why Ulthuan of course! The great motherland of all elves upon this world of Malus! Rivaled only in splendor by the great Karak's of our Dawi allies."
He says speaking his voice tinged with a mixture of barely restrained haughtiness and just a touch of incredulity at your looks of confusion. At your continued lack of recognition, you see his look of incredulity drop a touch before he walks over to a desk covered in various scrolls and parchments. Retrieving one he proceeds to unroll it showing what appears to be a map of some sort.
"Hm, I'd almost say Earth had another makeover while I was gone...but no. There are still too many differences to account for. Still, the resemblance is almost uncanny."
"What does dirt have to do with anything?"
"What...? Oh, wait I see...stupid translation magic. "No, "Earth," you say momentarily deactivating your spell to avoid confusion "is the name of my homeworld. They named the element after the world it comes from."
"I'm sorry homeworld? Are you saying..."
"That I'm an alien to your world? Yep. I'm from a totally different world. One that is also dealing with its own brand of demonic nonsense. Speaking of which what's up with all...this?" You say gesturing in the direction of the carnage outside "Some would-be demon lord trying to conquer the world or did some power-mad idiot accidentally summon up more than he could handle?"
"I can assure you" he begins anger cutting through the shock that dawned on his face at your revelation "no Elf or Dawi..."
"Yeah Dawi, who are they exactly?" you say interrupting before he can get started, the anger draining out as quickly as it came.
"Eh short stocky folk, really good at forging metal, like to live in mountains and drink alcohol."
"With very impressive beards and big on oaths of honor?"
"Indeed."
"Ah, now I get it! We have those back home to, though we call them "dwarfs". Anyways continue."
"Thank you. As I was saying, no Elf or Dawi (assuming they could even cast spells) I know of would ever be so stupid to summon up such monstrosities. I'm afraid these incursions have been a recurring problem ever since the gods left us in the days long before my time. Admittedly the invasions were much worse in the past, but even now with the great maelstrom at the center of Ulthuan draining some of the hellish energies from this world, these monstrosities continue to be an issue. Damn them and the dark so-called gods of chaos these living blasphemies worship!" He says slamming his hand in renewed anger upon the table, causing it to shake.
"Maelstrom huh?" you begin slowly trying to distract him from his anger. "That explains that ultra bright power source I was sensing. I might just take a look at that once I'm done here...which reminds me. What exactly is so special about this spot? I saw some kind of banner out there on that building. What is this some kind of temple or something?"
"A shrine actually. To the trickster god Loec. He who fills us with mirth and music and laughter when the times are peaceful and who in these dark times uses his cunning to rescue our souls from the grasp of these damned fiends."
"Rescue...so these demons are here to settle a personal grudge. Makes sense from what I know of demons. They do always tend to hold grudges for a while. So then, now that we've dealt with those weird crab-woman-man-things for the moment what's the plan? "
"My plan is to send a messenger back to the capitol to ask what is going on with the rest of the land. Depending on the response I get back I shall act accordingly. Hopefully, things are going well and I can return to my estate. You are welcome to come to visit it when the time comes."
"Actually..."
[] "I think I'll take you up on that offer."
[] "I'd like to see this capital if you don't mind. May I go with the messenger?"
[] "I want to go check out that maelstrom you spoke of. "
[] "I think I want to try and find those dragons I sensed before"
[] "I think I'd like to be introduced to some of these Dawi you mentioned. Might you know where to find some?"
[] "I have a few more questions first before I decide on anything." Write-in what you'd like to ask.
[] Some other action, write in what.
QM note: remember this is all before the war of the beard so the elves and dwarfs are still on good terms with each other.
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