@Rockerman403 Oh, sorry. I mean that he said he'd show him who's a dragon and who the muddled one is, and since the priest pushed his luck, Endrokin is going to do just that.
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@Rockerman403 Permission to drag the priest outside for calling a bluff that isn't a bluff?
And so, he did, and now the priest has angered the dragon. Fortunately, he will not be reduced to a pile of ash...yet.
The dragon was getting a refill on his drink, watching the madness that was the two humans of faith doing their thing, when the nearby ork spoke up. He could forgive orks more than humankind. At least they didn't pretend to know everything, acting like they were the rulers of the world. Orks were down-to-earth warrior-kind, not like these squishy and frail creatures at all. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he recalled that it was orks who helped forge the pole-arm on his back. For that, if nothing else, there was at least some credibility to their kind in his eye. Taking a pull of his drink, he explained.
"What? No no no... It was never like that. There was a curse, one from so long ago that even we forgo-"
The human priest interrupted him. The damned priest, thinking he knows the world, when what he understood barely fit in this pint of rum. The scaled warrior put down his tankard at the bar, and stepped forward to stand before the man, dominating his vision now as he was glared upon like he was a field mouse waiting to be chomped. He was close enough that the priest would find the smell of burning on his breath.
"I am not a half-breed and I do not even know if it is even possible to breed with one of you. Any man who would doubt me is a fool as is, but a man of faith who will not believe has much further to fall."
To punctuate the word 'fall', he gave the priest a light shove...which would probably knock him on his ass if it connected. Either way, he would see that this dragon creature was fast and strong, and not one who liked to be trifled with. The slitted eyes narrowed a bit, now.
"Speak to me in such a manner again, and I will show you who is muddled."
With that, he returned to his drink, one of his eyes having momentarily focused on one of the nearby figures. No, not the demon. He saw him holding up the wall and did not so much as flinch. No, it was the other one...with the pointy ears. Impossible... Shouldn't they all be dead? Has the world changed so much now? What else was wrong here?
"What? No no no... It was never like that. There was a curse, one from so long ago that even we forgo-"
The human priest interrupted him. The damned priest, thinking he knows the world, when what he understood barely fit in this pint of rum. The scaled warrior put down his tankard at the bar, and stepped forward to stand before the man, dominating his vision now as he was glared upon like he was a field mouse waiting to be chomped. He was close enough that the priest would find the smell of burning on his breath.
"I am not a half-breed and I do not even know if it is even possible to breed with one of you. Any man who would doubt me is a fool as is, but a man of faith who will not believe has much further to fall."
To punctuate the word 'fall', he gave the priest a light shove...which would probably knock him on his ass if it connected. Either way, he would see that this dragon creature was fast and strong, and not one who liked to be trifled with. The slitted eyes narrowed a bit, now.
"Speak to me in such a manner again, and I will show you who is muddled."
With that, he returned to his drink, one of his eyes having momentarily focused on one of the nearby figures. No, not the demon. He saw him holding up the wall and did not so much as flinch. No, it was the other one...with the pointy ears. Impossible... Shouldn't they all be dead? Has the world changed so much now? What else was wrong here?
@Gordoth You want whatnow?
I don't know about exact post order. I'm going to space out my posts to some degree, but I'm also taking into account the request to respond to being directly addressed soonish, as well. So, with the call out and the thump on the bar triggering Endrokin, I replied.
The creature had been emptying the last of his drink into his mouth and closing his rather-impressive jaws as an interloper drew his attention. Yes, interloper, because he had not intended to take any callers at this moment to his being. He was trying to relax his body and mind after the arduous journey in from...wherever. The man - the priest - would find the dragon's bulk turning and inclining the head in his direction. It was somewhat slow and deliberate, as if to say 'Is this really how you intend things?'. The man had called him unnatural, and then he seemed to think that 'smell' was the best way to describe his basis for saying so. The dragon in humanoid form lowered his eyelids slightly, beginning to stare at him like a crocodile would to something wholey uninteresting.
"You talk of smell to me, with so little a nose? Don't make me laugh. I'm as natural as the setting sun."
This wasn't an argument. He was stating it as though definitive fact, as though he were telling some foolish human the way of the world. And as far as he knew, that was how it was. He was sure of that much. Dragons were ancient and powerful beings, forged from creation itself. Of that, he was almost certain. Just then, there was a thump against the bar, the telltale sound of an armored figure hitting the thing. The dragon rounded on the figure, shouting!
"Marak, will you watch what you're...!"
He stopped. It was a paladin, but it wasn't him. It wasn't even ANY him. It was a woman and the markings were wrong, anyway. He'd been expecting another figure, a man of another order who had one eye and never slept. The dragon clenched his teeth, then put his tankard down on the counter with a growl.
"It's a banner day. I'm going to need another drink."
"You talk of smell to me, with so little a nose? Don't make me laugh. I'm as natural as the setting sun."
This wasn't an argument. He was stating it as though definitive fact, as though he were telling some foolish human the way of the world. And as far as he knew, that was how it was. He was sure of that much. Dragons were ancient and powerful beings, forged from creation itself. Of that, he was almost certain. Just then, there was a thump against the bar, the telltale sound of an armored figure hitting the thing. The dragon rounded on the figure, shouting!
"Marak, will you watch what you're...!"
He stopped. It was a paladin, but it wasn't him. It wasn't even ANY him. It was a woman and the markings were wrong, anyway. He'd been expecting another figure, a man of another order who had one eye and never slept. The dragon clenched his teeth, then put his tankard down on the counter with a growl.
"It's a banner day. I'm going to need another drink."
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