Name: Cellorian (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=160364.msg7402842#msg7402842)<br/>Current Form: Dragon<br/>Players Nearby: Neave<br/>Location: Fields near his cave<br/><br/>Neave ate up every word that Cellorian said, clearly fascinated by talk of the humans. He smiled as he stoked the flames.<br/><br/><em>Oh, yes, but they have terrible powers. Some of them have claws the length of their arms which they can hold and stab at you. Some of them can cover themselves in metal scales to protect their bodies. They can assemble in great nests with thousands and thousands of them and reform the land with their strange powers of craftsmanship- creating great wooden sea creatures that they can ride across the oceans.</em><br/><br/>Cellorian's tone grew tense as he spoke on, his volume dropping for effect, his eyes squinting and staring into hers.<br/><br/><em>They perform powerful rituals every year to cause the land to grow food for them, to feed their battle-nests. They can control fire. They command the other beasts of the land, forcing some to perform labor for them and others to strike at their enemies! Oh, pink and squishy as they may look, they are a horrible foe to behold!</em><br/><br/>Of course, there was more truth to this than there might seem. While a single human was a mere distraction in a straight fight, there was a definite danger to what they could accomplish in numbers. Some wariness around them was not completely unwarranted.<br/><em><br/>The nest they have here is a mere upstart- barely a few years old- and already it has dozens of them and stands defiant against nature. You must always be alert around here, lest one of them takes you unaware!</em>