<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/hCIHvtq.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zarik Xambria (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300764.msg14711544#msg14711544)<br/><strong>Time/ Day:</strong>2:00 AM January, 1st 2000<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Island (Beach)<br/><strong>Mentions:</strong>~The Others~ Speaking at the Dragon<br/><hr/>Zarik Looked up at the dragon…and he almost shit himself. Dragons were real…What the fuck. Then again, he was told that what every that thing was that was sent to him was a servant of the Dragon. Did that mean that this huge being was the guy responsible? He looked up at the massive being.  “Hey You!!  Just what the fuck kinda meth trip is this? You say we…” He waves his arms at the other gathered there.  “Have been ‘chosen’? That we have abilities. I mean the freak show specimens I could see maybe, but what am I doing here? I can punch and kick, but I am no where near qualified for this.  Why did you choose me?”  He was either going to get roasted by a dragon, or killed by the others that showed up.  Then again if he didn’t get an answer he would be buggered for the rest of whatever time he had left anyway.<br/>This was the place where ones mettle would be tested….Staring down a dragon and talking to the thing like it wasn’t a giant mythological beast who could swallow him whole and not even worry about him getting stuck in its throat. Well, Now he had to stand firm, and possibly die, but he would die proudly.<br/>