RP:Dragons Out of Time
Part of the The Dawn of a New Era Arc
For those that don't want to read: Two dragons walk into a bar... and talk about being out of their own time, family, and the things that make life worth living.
The Fallen Star Inn
Tall stately walls, strong wood bounded in sturdy iron, stand testament to the will of the builders. For this place, above all others, will bare the hidden hopes and desires for peaceful repose. Strength in the makings, yet soft and welcoming in the execution, this is not your ordinary tavern. A buildout on the southernmost wall houses a stone pit made for fire, bringer of light, heat and hope. Spits for roasting have been built into the earthen housing, and when in use, the aromas permeate and compliment the far reaching light. Opposing in form, placement and function, a long wooden plank is placed out in a horseshoe shape, serving as bar top and resting place of ales and elbows. Held aloft by only a few metal supports, the view is open underneath to the server, as no hidden agendas here will be born. The eastern wall houses a large public message board, on which various messages both pertinent and trite may be read. Tables are placed in strategic disarray, each affording view to bar, hearth and door. This alone defines - even when at ease, the residents of this town know what it is to always be on guard.
Xiembantointh decides to travel a little farther from Frostmaw to post his add and really didn’t feel like walking the whole way so he risks his dragon from. The setting sun glitters off his scales making him look like something carved right out of snow and in the moments he passes the clouds, he seems to disappear. Azure eyes close for a time in flight as he enjoys the feeling of flying again after two hundred years; the freedom, the way the air feels, the wind whipping passed his ears and the way everything seems so small. Flight really puts it all in perspective and just when he started to ache for his family, he spotted the destination and the distraction steeled his nerves. The white dragon is used to the old days where it wasn’t unusual to see a dragon plop out of the sky on a main road and he probably should have used caution before making his landing there, but he still tried to be as unnoticeable as possible once he saw some townsfolk fleeing from a white dragon. Landing gracefully in a soft thud and only some dust kicks up in the wake as he shifts under the cover of it. A man standing at a well built 6’7” in a casual outfit and his long brown hair waving a little passed his shoulders, but he tries so kindly smile at those staring at him with fear stricken in their eyes before he disappears into the tavern.
Scandal :: Being longer time resident of Venturil had its perks, but it also had its distractions, one was never being able to get a moment's piece when one walks into town. You help a few people out every month, and then everyone expects when you show, that your here to help them. Scandal entered the town as he usually did coming from the west, where his large home was starting to get noticed by travelers, between Venturil and chartsend. It had only been a year since the pass opened leading towards his house, he had been first amazed no one had discovered it before he had found it, but now, he was more sure of getting into venturil to get lunch. And no he wasn't here to eat peeps, otherwise people would have run and fled. He stood about 10' tall, a combination of features siilar to black and red dragons, his form like that of the draconian males, but honestly he had seen a few draconian females that went complete and total anthro so it really was a sterotype. He shrugged his shoulders, and tucked his wings in. As he walked into town with wearing a pair of pants and no top he entered the establishment like he usually did. Looking around first, and then proceeding to the bar to get a drink.
Xiembantointh watches as the townsfolk that took cover within the tavern flee right back out as he entered, but didn’t think much of it after offering a big smile down at them that cracks over his mouth and changes his whole face. He smoothed the wiry hairs of his beard down his chin as charcoal grey eyes scan the establishment before settling on the public board, “aha.” An enthusiastic trot brought him before it and he reaches into a canvas messenger back he had slung on his shoulder, the strap resting across his chest. Debating on an optimal space before choosing just the right spot for his own post and stands back to get the full picture with a nod of approval.
Does your roof 💧leak?
A stone out of place in the foundation 🔨?
Maybe just add on to your home or place of business!
Nildran Construction 💎 is the service you’re looking for. Reasonable rates for quality work, just leave word with the barkeep and Xiembantointh will get back to you as fast as he can.
Happy travels!
His whole essence just oozes kindness and warmth which is opposite for white dragons, but he almost seems goofy in an unashamed confident way. Some patrons who didn’t see the display outside eye the man with suspicious curiosity and Xiem doesn’t seem to notice or care as he made his way toward the bar to straddle a stool, “barkeep!” His jovial tone booms through the tavern and that large grin returns, “leg of turkey and the namesake brew please.” Slapping down some coin for his pay and a tip while waiting for his order.
Scandal took a seat at the bar, but couldn't help glance at the jolly fellow. "Barkeep, give his check to me, I take it for him." Scandal unlike most red dragons, which he was half of, was not a selfish miser, he instead, had very little value for money despite the fact he had more than he could possibly ever use. "Here, pull up chair," he said has cuthwine went to prepare him his own order, of the famous venturil raptor steak, and fetch some apple cider. Scandal didn't order anymore he got the same thing every time, and thus they usually upon him walking went to work preparing it. "Hows the board, what the news?"
Xiembantointh took the offered seat with a nod, “don’t mind if I do, friend!” His gaze doesn’t linger on the tall red man much, he knows he doesn’t like it when people look at him sideways; plus Xiem is not the judgmental type. “Name is Xiembantointh the White,” his large calloused hand reaches out to seek the other man’s for a firm shake. “Not that I could see, seems to be a lovers' spat and recruits for guilds,” a hearty contagious chuckle echoes in the odd silence in the bar that hung since he had said ‘the White’. A humble raise of his shoulders, “I just came this way to place an add for my new business. I’m in construction,” said proudly. He got his order and left his own coin for a tip,”oh,” he groaned out after taking a generous sip of the ale, “you forget how good mead tastes when you’re hibernating.” Obviously having no reason to hide anything and entirely trusting of anyone coming in his path for he sees the good first, but these days it’s all too easy to be cautious everywhere you go - maybe this man is insane? More than likely he’s trying to keep busy.
Scandal shook the man's calloused hand with his own large dragon clawed hand. "Name's Scandal." like most dragons who couldn't take human form, Scandal had difficult because of the shape of his dragon like face, to be able to pull some facial expressions. "Guild recruitment, right, already in one, lead researcher, adventures guild." He listened to man say his name, his mind it sounded like a thing a dragon might say, and then when he mentioned hibernating, he decided to enter into it. "I wouldn't know, last time hibernated, the laws still forbade to try it." It was true Uldenbraug forbade dragons under 75 years to drink, "Drink and fly and take prison time. Thats what they used to say."
Xiembantointh smiles warmly at the gentleman and pats him on the shoulder, “good for you, that’s great - I’ll drink to that!” A jovial chuckle came from the man again as he raises his bottle before downing some more and where most people might think the guy was being sarcastic or pandering, there was just something genuine about the being that made everything he said ring true. For such a frost loving beast, his personality was so oddly warm and beings either found it annoying or a breath of fresh air. He then nods again in recollection, “that’s right! I was told of that and implemented it on my kids until they became more responsible with age. They hated it!” He started to dig in after tucking a napkin in the unbuttoned collar of his navy blue shirt, “so… I haven’t seen many dragons around. Did something happen to wipe them out? Or did they get sick of Lithrydel and hightail it?” Pun intended as he laughed at his own awful dad joke.
Scandal sighed, "depends upon who you ask, and how old you are." He as his apple cider came, and he took a drink, then set it back down. "If your as old as Dragon called Dyraxdiin, then dragons are to few to sustain their now gone Saurian Empire. But if your my age, or even close to it, well as far as I know the dragons of those times might as well be extinct." He said this with some finality on his own part, refering to his own age. How old was this guy he didn't act like an old dragon, and he certainly didn't look the part either. Upon close examination, there were some oddties about him, for one the red scales more skin like than scales like the black ones, around his neck seemed to hang a bit loose as if it could stretch, his eyes seemed to lack the extra set of eyelids some dragons possesed, and then crazier perhaps, why did the indiviual scandal, not assume a human form? "Kids huh, how many, and if i may how are they now?"
Xiembantointh swallowed down a bite politely before speaking, “heeey, another dragon hanging around! I never met him, but am in the very old scale of things.” A pause for another awful pun to maybe land because this gentleman seems so serious, but Xiem does remember a time where he used to take everything so seriously until his wife… Before he could think too much on that, the subject changes and moves on without thinking much on Scandal’s appearance - to each their own, he always says. “Five,” He started proudly, “my oldest is off being commanding an army on the other side of the globe. My second, another girl, is a dignitary’s wife who appears to just be arm candy, but she’s too smart and actually helped ease many diplomatic meetings. My oldest boy is,” he takes a deep breath and maybe a hint of disappointment in his tone, “he deals in the darker side of things…. I still love that boy, but you gotta let them come into their own. My fourth kid, another boy happily married, owns a chain of clothing stores and last I heard, him and his husband adopted a couple of kids. Lastly, my daddy’s little girl and a genius, she has a large tinker laboratory in an underwater city.” The way he talks of his children were obvious love, support and pride, “but none of them stayed in Lithrydel, which is a good thing, I think.” He finished off his meal and leaned his elbows on the bar counter to finish enjoying his beer, “what about you, Scandal. Any kids? Oh, and you can just call me by my human name, Xiem.”
Scandal shrugged, though he did listen intently. He loved the idea of having kids, one of his personal dreams, especially raising them, of course at his age, it was likely a lost cause. "Sounds like you have a wonderful family." he took another sip of his cider as he could smell the raptor steak being seasoned. "Xiem, ok. No I don't have any kids I want some, dear gods i want some, I want to raise them, i want watch them hatch, I want to help them learn how to fly and to read, and speak in the Uldenbraug tongue." The name Uldenbraug would likely be kind of whimsical as such a legend was more told to dragon chicks about a time so long ago, before the Saurian empire,(OOC Note: essentially the Atlantis of dragons, so old its mythical rather than historical) "Can't let the old language die with me now can I? No, Xiem, I iwsh i had kids but i don't, hard to even start looking to start a family when your three million years old, or rather you went to sleep when your 50 and then you awoke a year shy of three million, go figure how that works, and then waking up as a mana fount, not having a diddly bit of knowledge in the understanding of magic, go figure" He took another drink. "So thats my tale, short and sweet." he then pointed to his own tail behind him, with a bit of laughter, before taking another drink.
Xiembantointh listened, but not just sit there and appear to be listening because he actually looked to the man and his expressions change with all the highs and lows of the story. A surprised boisterous chuckle at the pun Scandal made before he finishes off his beer to offer up his own gentle advice. “Chin up Scandal! One thing I learned,” his voice got softer, but somehow the wisdom still captured the attentions to those caring to listen, “this life… It is so full of surprises.” There is a twinkle in his eye to match that soft smile which creases the skin at his temples and pokes in laugh lines, “you never know when someone will come through for you even if it is a just a child. The two my son adopted are so bright and caring, so your options are not eliminated my friend.” He shook his head slightly and pushes his hair back which made the top all fall to one side, “and there is no need to focus on your shortcomings about magic. I am sure you have plenty of things you are great at and hold proudly to it. I noticed how people in this town look to you, like a savior and that is definitely something to hold high.”
Scandal shook his head, "Your words kind, but I am no savior, a Guardian perhaps at best, a dragon they don't want to displease at worst, You never know, I might adopt, but first i need to get a seperate house from the one I inhertiated here in venturil, don't want to raise my kids in some gloomy forbidden fortress. Should come to house sometime, a sight to see, and a few dragons i have staying there right now."
Xiembantointh only lets his smile remain, “you seem to have found yourself a family of sorts already. And… more dragons? It doesn’t seem they are so rare anymore,” he uttered in a thoughtful way. “Thanks for the offer, I might might one day, Scandal!” He stands from the bar stool and pats the messenger bag on his side, “for today, I am going to head out and post up some more of the advertisements. Thank you for the meal, friend, and I do hope our paths cross again.” Long booted strides bring him to the door easily, “happy travels!” His jovial voice boomed in the tavern one last time and the whole tavern seems to have let out a sigh of relief when the white dragon leaves.
Scandal watches the white dragon leave and raises a glass has his steak arrives. "Boy everyone did you all get this stressed out when i arrived here first time?" He begins to eat as he hears a bunch of rambling mummerings such, whether of acknowledgement or of disagreement. "You people have no idea what your missing out on."