... *rewrites D&D manual*halfbrokenwingsAugust 30 2011, 06:25:54 UTC
Ah then, alright. If I may note, that this likely would have been far more impressive if I still had my illusions...
[Without missing a beat she launches into the retelling of an old tale. ]
Here I will tell the tale of Tiamat, Bahamut and Vorel, the first dragons.
Vorel was the oldest of the three, beautiful to behold but more simple in mind, a rather happy dragon, and a favorite of it's father. Brother and Sister, Bahamut and Tiamat,were made to be mates of one another seeing how they were opposites and the First Pair of dragons. Instead they became instant rivals.
While Vorel was the favorite of their father, he would not choose a favorite with the two sibling rivals.
Tiamat looking for nothing more than her fathers approval, did everything within her power to get it. Each deed was met with praise but her brother, seeking the same approval also gained the same praises. Finally, fed up with their fathers neutrality, she turned to scheming against her brother, blaming him for deeds done in an attempt to make him look worse than herself.
Tiamat's father saw through his daughter's tricks and plans and still refused to choose between them.
Forlorn and feeling forgotten among her siblings her mind turned to darker thoughts.
One day she calls to her brother, Bahamut, she was in need of his help. She had been attacked from behind by something with sharpened claws, and showed him her wounds. She was more delicate of the two and needed his strength to defeat whatever it was in the forest that had attacked her. Boosted by his sister's words and the description of the animal Bahamut went to the woods, looking to slay it and bring it back to their father. Perhaps finally ending the feud between himself and Tiamat.
So enamored with the possibility of gaining his father's approval he was nearly jumped by the beast himself! He was cut by sharpened spines surrounding the creature's skin and felt claws dig into his flesh. Slashing out with claws and teeth, he was quick to gut the creature and bleed it out from the neck.
Enraged by the attack, Bahamut began to throw the bloody carcass around. It was only then that he noticed the skin of the beast was not skin at all. Carefully he lifted it away, and revealed a gruesome sight. It was Vorel, the oldest sibling, now dead by his own teeth and claws.
First he was sick with shock. Then with rage.
He guessed that his sister had been the one behind the ruse, setting him up to kill Vorel and keep her own claws clean. The anger built and he set out, intent on extracting revenge upon his clever sibling. With his bigger build and better wingspan he reached his sister before she could reach their father.
He dove upon her unprotected back and drove her into the ground, teeth going for her throat. She defended herself as best as she could against his force but was fast losing. She roared as loud as she could, and was heard.
Their father came upon the scene. Tiamat was the worst off, torn and bloody from her brother's beating. Quickly both of the siblings told their tales.
Their father grieved hearing about Vorel's death. It came to light it had been Tiamat's trick that lead Bahamut to the woods. But it was Bahamut who had killed Vorel, who was only pretending to be a monster at its sister's request, and Bahamut whose rage blinded him into attacking Tiamat, nearly killing her also.
Judging came swift. For Bahamut's rage, their father regretfully banished him from their presence.
Tiamat's hatred for her brother grew and she turned to the Dark. Bahamut, hating everything his sister represented, turned to the Light. Neither one can best the other being separate but equal in their ways. Neither one is solely right or wrong.
This is how the world was, and will be, until they join Vorel into the Void.
[And this, explains why her world is so fucked up :| Original story/way found here: Io at Wiki. "Good" is "Evil" in her Universe.]
You've definitely a way with words. Now I must ask what sort of tale you like to hear told, just to get started on remembering a good enough one. Or at very least embellishing a less than good enough one.
[Without missing a beat she launches into the retelling of an old tale. ]
Here I will tell the tale of Tiamat, Bahamut and Vorel, the first dragons.
Vorel was the oldest of the three, beautiful to behold but more simple in mind, a rather happy dragon, and a favorite of it's father. Brother and Sister, Bahamut and Tiamat,were made to be mates of one another seeing how they were opposites and the First Pair of dragons. Instead they became instant rivals.
While Vorel was the favorite of their father, he would not choose a favorite with the two sibling rivals.
Tiamat looking for nothing more than her fathers approval, did everything within her power to get it. Each deed was met with praise but her brother, seeking the same approval also gained the same praises. Finally, fed up with their fathers neutrality, she turned to scheming against her brother, blaming him for deeds done in an attempt to make him look worse than herself.
Tiamat's father saw through his daughter's tricks and plans and still refused to choose between them.
Forlorn and feeling forgotten among her siblings her mind turned to darker thoughts.
One day she calls to her brother, Bahamut, she was in need of his help. She had been attacked from behind by something with sharpened claws, and showed him her wounds. She was more delicate of the two and needed his strength to defeat whatever it was in the forest that had attacked her. Boosted by his sister's words and the description of the animal Bahamut went to the woods, looking to slay it and bring it back to their father. Perhaps finally ending the feud between himself and Tiamat.
So enamored with the possibility of gaining his father's approval he was nearly jumped by the beast himself! He was cut by sharpened spines surrounding the creature's skin and felt claws dig into his flesh. Slashing out with claws and teeth, he was quick to gut the creature and bleed it out from the neck.
Enraged by the attack, Bahamut began to throw the bloody carcass around. It was only then that he noticed the skin of the beast was not skin at all. Carefully he lifted it away, and revealed a gruesome sight. It was Vorel, the oldest sibling, now dead by his own teeth and claws.
First he was sick with shock. Then with rage.
He guessed that his sister had been the one behind the ruse, setting him up to kill Vorel and keep her own claws clean. The anger built and he set out, intent on extracting revenge upon his clever sibling. With his bigger build and better wingspan he reached his sister before she could reach their father.
He dove upon her unprotected back and drove her into the ground, teeth going for her throat. She defended herself as best as she could against his force but was fast losing. She roared as loud as she could, and was heard.
Their father came upon the scene. Tiamat was the worst off, torn and bloody from her brother's beating. Quickly both of the siblings told their tales.
Their father grieved hearing about Vorel's death. It came to light it had been Tiamat's trick that lead Bahamut to the woods. But it was Bahamut who had killed Vorel, who was only pretending to be a monster at its sister's request, and Bahamut whose rage blinded him into attacking Tiamat, nearly killing her also.
Judging came swift. For Bahamut's rage, their father regretfully banished him from their presence.
Tiamat's hatred for her brother grew and she turned to the Dark. Bahamut, hating everything his sister represented, turned to the Light. Neither one can best the other being separate but equal in their ways. Neither one is solely right or wrong.
This is how the world was, and will be, until they join Vorel into the Void.
[And this, explains why her world is so fucked up :| Original story/way found here: Io at Wiki. "Good" is "Evil" in her Universe.]
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Now see that? That's a good story. Whatever I come up with on the spot will simply pale in comparison. But I will repay you for the tale, I promise.
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I am glad it pleases you, sir.
[And she is, she's beaming. She gets as much enjoyment out of sharing a tale as hearing one.]
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You've definitely a way with words. Now I must ask what sort of tale you like to hear told, just to get started on remembering a good enough one. Or at very least embellishing a less than good enough one.
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A story, of history? A thing that was based in truth, but perhaps told with more flair?
[Those she liked the most. Heroes whose steps could be measured.]
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