<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=90902.msg3998853#msg3998853">Quote from: ff on 10-12-2010, 23:50:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">His shorter, more garrulous compatriot seemed eager to answer Randal and Arivel, "There exists no offered reward that I know, more's the pity, but then again we weren't asking around in Arabel about any <em>green</em> dragon, so perhaps some highnose or even Lady Lord Winter," he referred to the leader of Eveningstar, whom it was nigh impossible to stay long in the town without having heard of in passing, "Has in fact offered some reward. I have also heard that the hide of any dragon fetches a princely price, for the crafting of shields and armor. I suppose you might ask around town if you feel the mettle and courage to try where we failed. Either way, the beast was beyond us, and is all yours if inclined! And dragons being dragons, one might dare hope it has a hoard which is reward enough, hey?" He gestured for his companions and any who desired to follow, caught one of the front doors with his foot as some town tanner came in through it, and gesticulated enthusiastically in an over-the-head wave in his own direction as he danced down the outdoor stairs. "Long and wide as a greathouse it was! Why-"<br/><br/>The dark-garbed redhead, following alongside the slow-moving but steady blonde armored man, shook her head and snickered slightly. The flamboyant fellow hastily corrected himself, "Well, I suppose its body proper was no larger than that of the stronger horses you can imagine clopping along underneath a Purple Dragon Knight. Rather lean and feline, in fact. But its wingspan made it seem several times over that, so to its snout-to-tail-tip, as if flew overhead. Once it landed, it struck with all four of those extremities, and both foreclaws besides. Although it never breathed upon us, it did, when first it demanded its tithe, seem to melt or corrode several streets with a breathed blast of liquid to drove home the point. Save for the illusory or transmutive disguise as a copper-scaled dragon which it let fall, I saw it use no magic, but am given to understand that some wyrms do?"<br/><br/>The same redhead who'd referenced 'magical erudition' nodded with a sour twist of her usually-pert lips. " 'Twas part of our reasons for seeking it!"<br/><br/>The man continued, "Our information in Arabel indicated it laired in the foothills of the Stormhorn range to the north, and from samesaid loose-tongues in that ever-rebellious city I availed myself of landmarks enough to lead one right to it, which I don't mind jotting down. Curse me not if the talk turns up bum, though; those yappers didn't even get the color of its scales right!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Randal frowns.  "Well, obviously the beast is capable of some small magics... if only illusionary.  For that matter, it would interest me to discover if this dragon did indeed "melt" anything with acid breath, or if that also was an illusion.  If I were a dragon with such magics, I might choose to conceal my true nature somewhat... even the color of my scales, so as to throw opponents off their guard.  Are you sure it's breath was acid?"<br/><br/>After waiting for a reply to his question, he continues.  "In any case, whatever color, I've determined myself to seek it out.  Such a scourge should not be permitted in these civilized lands... not if it insists on attacking travelers and ravaging the countryside so.  Still, while with proper preparation, such an encounter may well be possible to handle, I will need stout companions for such a quest."  He looks around the room with interest.  "I wonder who I might find that would be willing to face a dragon on short notice?"