RP:Firewing's Rest
Abandoned Palace
Firewing sits in the slightly dented Golden and Red-seated Throne in the middle of the Throne Room. He stares at the closed doors boredly as he holds a strange golden staff on his lap. It looks like a Candle Stand, having about 20 candles on the end, all spread out. It's quite large and a strange staff for someone like Firewing to have aside from his usual Obsidian staff: However, this staff's candles on the end are all lit, yet no wax seems to drip from them. The staff is placed sideways along his lap and is a rich golden metal. Firewing has one elbow propped on his arm-rest and rests his head sideways on his fist as he stares ahead, completely bored, with one leg crossing the other. The only thing different about him is that he has a deep red scar going down his left eye. It's only slightly darker than his usual sun-burned skin and doesn't deform his face in any way, except for the fact that it's There.
Jextar walks in to the magnificent place and is in awe of everything.
Jextar said to Firewing, "Hello old friend."
Firewing me spies the man who enters and frowns at him. "You..." his expression doesn't change from being serious, if not turning a slight bit annoyed. "You're trespassing on private property...What reason brings you to my palace?..." he says, not moving a muscle except for those in his face.
Jextar keeps a distance from the dragon. "Can't a man come and visit his dragon?" He smirks. "I was looking for you. Where have you been friend?"
Firewing doesn't change emotion as he places a finger on his staff. "I have traveled...There are...Problems...that I have had to take care of...and an infestation that needed to be exterminated...but I have retrieved my reward..." He rolls the staff forward as the candles on the end twist clockwise ever so slightly, yet the flames on the end seem to grow only a tiny bit as they're moved. such a small movement caused the flames to grow, might cause wariness in such a weapon.
Jextar pulls out his dual sickles. "I've been on my own quests." The energies in the blades begin to manifest. "Watch me closely." The blades grow. The white one glows, the dark one seems to be a abyss of darkness, sucking in all light. "These were a gift from Aramoth."
Firewing nods as he looks at the man's blades. "Yes...I see...Aramoth, you say?...quite interesting..." His eyebrows scrunch up as he sighs before looking right past the man to the door. "You do know this place belongs to me, correct?" With those words, and said glance, the doors behind him close with a loud slam. Firewing then just looks at the man. "I'm curious as to why you'd be so foolish enough to even come here...Although you might be my...'Rider'...I still own this land, and I do not care for many who trespass..."
Jextar said to Firewing, "I heard a great many tale about a dragon who owned this land. I am but a fool to you, but am I not also cunning? I came here to have a nice little conversation with you. As friends, not rivals."
Firewing looks at the man's weapons, just staring at them before eyeing him up and down. Finally after three minutes, he sighs. "Very well...You may speak...but do not ask me to move...for I am too tired from my journey and do not wish to move if I do not need to..." he says, looking at the man with his normal serious expression. Something has obviously changed in the Dragon. He's not as cheerful as he used to be and instead wishes to get right to the point. Whatever could have happened to the dragon to make him like this?
Jextar relaxes and his face goes blank. "I would very much like it if I could be allowed access to the ruins throughout this land. You see, I am on a quest to recover a legendary artifact. The artifact lies buried in the ruins of the water. Does that mean anything to you?"
Firewing blinks once and blinks again without saying a word as he thinks. "I'm afraid I can't grant you that...I know every inch of the surface of the desert....however, the underneath, I have no knowledge of...It's hot and dry out here, while in the ruins, there is nothing but cold earth and freezing tunnels...Sand wyrms live there and eat anything they see...If I were to grant you access to said ruins, that would be me granting you permission to get yourself killed...even with those fancy black and white weapons of yours, you wouldn't last an hour down there..." As he finishes, he closes his eyes for about ten seconds before opening them. "Forgive me...but you must hurry up...I am about to fall asleep...and I don't think I shan't wake up for another three days or so..." He says, frowning slightly.
Jextar said to Firewing, "I wouldn't be alone. I shall be bringing a whole company with. But if you say no, I will not fight it."
Firewing looks at Jextar and blinks once. "Again, I apologize...but a whole company would still get lost very easily in such deadly a maze...however..." he closes his eyes and begins to breathe softly, stating that he's fallen asleep...Then suddenly his eyes open again. He was merely thinking. "If I grant you access, I desire you to bring me any spell tomes you find in said ruins...and any gold...you find as well..." he said, his eyes beginning to close, very slowly.
Jextar said to Firewing, "Yes sir. I shall leave if you so kindly open the doors. Thank you for the audience my friend."
Firewing looks at the man as his eyes finally close, the fire on the candle-staff beginning to go out one by one. "Yes..." His magic began to weaken as the doors slowly opened. "Farewell...and......good......luck..............." he said finally falling asleep just as the last candle on his staff went out.
Jextar exits north.