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[swordofthenorth]

The fog rose and a dragon came.

[Isley's voice accompanies the gentle click of his Forge as he turns it on, the gears humming internally, a soft whir of noise that is barely audible against the brush of wind across the speakers. The sword he normally carries at his hip is driven into the earth; he rests his back against the blade and in his lap

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[trickster_treat]

That's what I call an informative history lesson.

[trickster_treat]

Exactly! That's why I'm always looking for ways to relieve the boredom.

[swordofthenorth]

How do you normally alleviate it?

[trickster_treat]

I'm the Trickster. The name kinda speaks for itself.

[swordofthenorth]

I suppose it does, although as a name it's rather unusual.

[trickster_treat]

It fits and it's somewhat unique, what can I say?

[swordofthenorth]

Is that all that you are?

[trickster_treat]

Not hardly. Is your title all that you are?

[swordofthenorth]

Certainly not, but I'm not the one calling himself only by a title.

[trickster_treat]

It's my title and one of my names. Some of them are unpronounceable. It makes things simpler.

[swordofthenorth]

Simple is boring.

[trickster_treat]

Most of the time. Sure. Sometimes simple is a break from the crazy.

[swordofthenorth]

Are you someone that needs a break, Trickster? They can do more harm than good.

[trickster_treat]

This whole place is like a vacation. No challenges, no equals, no bickering relatives. As crazy as things are back home, I'd trade almost anything to get out of here.

[swordofthenorth]

How exactly are you looking to be challenged?

[trickster_treat]

Oh, lots of ways. Most not worth mentioning. Intellectually, talking to you is doing the trick right now. Half the folks here are about as entertaining to talk to as a rock.