<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2f/f8/b6/2ff8b6327f323407ec8153f38d2671a5.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Name:</strong> Pharon Draelig (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16147073#msg16147073)<br/><strong>Dragon Type:</strong> Darkness<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dragon Slayer Armor w/ Hooded Cloak<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 April 2050, Midnight.<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Slums &gt; Oriental District<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brook Harrell<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Uphill Conversation</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> Her explanation made sense, but he was no scholar or alchemist. So while he heard her words, true understanding escaped him at the moment. He was fascinated however and would like to learn more, but after he got her to where she going...and maybe getting more oil for her "bike". She continued her attempted explanation, but her words only found partial purchase inside his brain. Maybe it was because he was too unfamiliar with the topic, or because she wasn't used to explaining a basic concept to someone so alien that her terms meant literally nothing. He nodded his head either way, figuring he could ask for more details later when she was in a better place to talk and not sweating buckets. Even over the other scents in the area, it was noticeable she was tired from pushing the iron beast up the hill.<br/><br/> The perfumes in this place were wonderful. "You'll have to tell me more about these things later. They seem very interesting. To compress the strength of 100 people into something so small must truly be a marvel of magic. If only we could harness the power of dragons like that. All they're good for now is destroying things and making new Slayers," he said with a disappointed shake of his head. The "bike" was light work to the giant Slayer, so the conversation held all his focus and the slowly but noticeably changing scenery as they went up and up. She decided after learning his full title, that it was easier just to use his name, which he was fine with as he'd always had his name, but the title was just something fancy people began calling him one day. <br/><br/>"Of course it's alright. I'm not one of those snooty, stuck up nobles from the Capital or the fancy cities in the Kingdom. Barbarians they called us. Apparently they never learned the words "Tribe" or "Nomad"." Brook told him then that the place they were in was "Raven City". He began scouring his brain to try and recall a Raven City, only for the next part of her sentence to cause a small brain lapse. <em>Planet Earth</em>? This was an entirely different planet from Avantasia?!?! "E-Arth? Where is planet E-arth? How close is it to Avantasia? How is travel between worlds even possible?!?! The scholars said we might never touch the stars, even were we to harness the heart of every dragon on Avantasia!"<br/><br/> His grip on her bike tightened, but as he heard the sound of structural failure, he loosened his grip before he crushed something in his hands as he tended to do when he was having issues...like realizing he'd been teleported to a planet he didn't even know existed and possibly never seeing his home, family, or friends again. The mention of food was the great equalizer when it came to Pharon, and her offering to buy him some made him forget all about his worries and grin from ear to ear. "Slaying is hungry work, and our last fight had been going on for several hours...so I would love food. I appreciate you. I don't know what's safe to eat here." Just then, his stomach growled (https://www.youtube.com/shorts/tayxK-1v39k) and it sounded like a fearsome beast had taken up residence where it now wanted desperately something to fill it up. He could do nothing but laugh at the coincidence and hope she didn't regret what she'd just offered.<br/></span><br/>