towerofanimus | Quest Accepted: Tower of Animus

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Quest Accepted: Tower of Animus

Characters: Wrathion and YOU
Setting: Around the Tower and Room 2-20
Format: Brackets but I will match!
Summary: A baby black dragon is summoned into a horror tower...
Warnings: None

A. Room 2-20

[The denizens of this room will no doubt be woken up by the sounds of a reptilian creature in severe distress. There's a belch of flame that appears shortly after the sleep paralysis wears off completely and Wrathion floats out from the bed, somehow managing to look irritated despite his lack of human expression.

He only floats for a second before landing on the bed and giving a curious glance around the room. There was no way he was still in Pandaria anymore...so what exactly was going on?]

B. Cafeteria

[Now that he more fully understood the situation, Wrathion was ready to explore a bit. He had decided to heed the initial warning given to him and headed in the direction of the cafeteria, taking care to adopt his more human form as opposed to his natural form. It didn't quite erase the intimidating glowing red and slitted stare, but it was certainly easier than trying to talk to a dragon only slightly bigger than most human heads.

He's not shy about approaching people. In fact, he seems to make a point to make eye contact with anyone who might glance in his direction. A sharp toothed, but charming smile awaits those lucky individuals.]

Greetings, denizen. Perhaps you might take a moment to speak with me about this place.

C. Hallways

[Walking along innocently by yourself? Of course you are. That is, until you spot a black dragon whelpling perched somewhere in your line of sight. Is it a monster? But then since when did monsters wear indigo collars? Maybe you should try talking to him, since he's staring at you with such big red glowing eyes.]

D. FREE SPACE

[Specify a location and I will follow your lead!]

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An elemental creature then. I am quite familiar with your kind, though I will confess that I have yet to see one in mortal form. You might call us...kindred spirits.

[Or at least they were before Deathwing went nuts. Bridging the gap would be helpful here.]

That would depend on the dragon, I suppose.

It's interesting to have us referred to as a kind. Then there are more than seven where you are from?

[It really is interesting. Lorelei never considered it possible to have more than seven different aggregates.]

..mm. We can take any shape we wish. This one felt most comfortable. Though now I am trapped in it, or in cheagle form. This ... damnable collar prevents me from changing.

[Said collar is yanked on, in a sudden burst of irritation, but it subsides back into cheerful interest again. Interest that sharpens quickly.]

Dragon, you say? Those are a rare sight in Auldrant. You are one? Are all shapeshifters?

[This is a far more appraising look that's turned on Wrathion now, still curious, not even remotely hostile, but definitely looking for something. Maybe some other sign of his nature than those eyes.]

Not quite. On Azeroth there exists the Elemental Planes, ruled by four elemental lords. The elements take their own shape when there is conflict in their presence, and are often bound in constructs of themselves. You appear a bit more...advanced in that way.

[At the show of interest, Wrathion's grin widens slightly. He's practically preening. His hands, though covered by elegant leather cloves, are very obviously hiding claws. Most of his leather appears to have been made of some sort of leathery hide and his teeth are a bit pointed. Upon closer inspection, his glowing eyes are obviouslly slitted.]

In a way. It is easier to converse with mortals when you share a similar form.

Edited 2013-10-14 22:10 (UTC)

Entire planes of elements, instead of one world. Amazing. ... Ah, we are able to shape our fonons into anything we please. I like the human shape. It has hands. And thumbs. They're so useful!

[Given what he is, Lorelei might well count as an Elemental Lord of Auldrant, but there's no lesser elementals to go along with him. But this hands thing, he's not kidding, they're amazing in ways only those who sometimes don't have hands know.

As Wrathion seems quite happy to be scrutinized, Lorelei is quite happy to scrutinize. He never gets too close, or touches, but he kind of wants to. Lorelei and personal space are associative friends at best.]

This is true. A similar size, a similar shape. It makes it easier for them to accept you might be intelligent too! Aside from the little bits that say you're not a human this is a very good shape, much better than any of my first attempts. Hmm.. Red eyes, dark skin.. likely dark scaled? Are you a child of fire, or the earth? ..Ah, if neither, forgive my presumption.

[Wrong colors for Undine's dragons.]

["Might be intelligent". Wrathion is quietly offended at that notion. Its hard for him to imagine true dragons without extreme intelligence. The Cloud Serpents didn't count.]

That is because, unlike most of my brothers and sisters, it is not my aim to decieve. I am, first and foremost, a dragon. Indeed, a black dragon. We are connected to the very land itself. I am also the very last of my kind.

[Which is actually not true, but he doesn't know that.]

[Sadly, Lorelei is well aware of humanity's tendency to assume anything they encounter isn't as smart as a human. Wear their shape and the problem usually disappears.

But not always.]

I see. It seems to be useful, either way!

[The Aggregate pauses when Wrathion mentions both connected to the land .. and being the last. His expression shifts a little, torn between sorrow and curiosity. To be the last, would be a very lonely thing indeed. And Wrathion didn't seem that old, though age was a dubious thing for shapeshifters.]

That is ... that's really unfortunate. I'm sorry for your losses. Had I access to all of my power perhaps I could help but ... I don't think I can here.

[He has no clue that Wrathion set out to deliberately murder the rest of his kind. Oops.]

[That's ok, Wrathion isn't shy about sharing.]

I need no such condolences. My kind were corrupted by their cowardice and by my father. The were a blight, a scourge, and the world is far better off without them. I am the only black dragon born that was ever free from Deathwing's madness.

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[This revelation is a little disturbing, by the stare that Wrathion's given. When Lorelei 'speaks' again, he sounds aghast.]

The entire race save yourself was poison? How did you shake it off?

The tale is not a pleasant one. Are you certain you wish to know?

[Wrathion himself seems unperturbed, but his expression has turned a bit serious.]

[There isn't an immediate answer, which might speak in Lorelei's favor; he's actually debating whether or not he does want to know. After a few moments, the crimson-haired not-elemental nods slightly.]

If you'd be willing to tell it, yes.

Very well. You may want to sit down.

[Wrathion gives Lorelei a second before launching into his explanation.]

My father, Deathwing, was driven mad by the whispers of malevolent and insideous beings native to my world, known only as the Old Gods. As the father of my flight and the Aspect of Earth, all of us shared a rather deep connection with him, and fell into madness alongside him. Paranoia and chaos ran rampant amongst the Black Dragonflight, and its sire sought to bring the very world he was charged to protect to its knees at his feet.

[His eyelids lower a bit. It still makes him angry to think about, but it doesn't show in his expression beyond that.]

As such, every child born after his fall would be doomed to insanity. I was made to be...an exception. My egg was stolen by the Red Dragonflight and experimented on in a number of ways. You see, we dragons are sentient, even before we hatch. I could sense them around me, plotting and scheming. I was bred to be a slave to their agenda.

They succeeded in severing my connection with my father, but were...less successful in subjugating me to their design.

[He sits as bidden, with his now cold pumpkin soup. Lorelei never interrupts, but there's no doubt at all that he's listening, and paying very, very sharp attention.

It's not a happy story. Some of it visibly annoys the Aggregate, but he won't interrupt until a natural pause arises.

Lorelei has a thing against imprisonment and slavery, even for 'their own good'.]

Not an enviable fate. On one hand they secured your freedom from madness, but intended to take away your freedom otherwise. You said you are the last. The mad ones were killed by the red dragons?

[Surely mortals aren't involved.]

By myself.

[He gives Lorelei a sort of appraising look with one raised eyebrow. It seems he doesn't plan on offering any further explanation.]

[This is considered against what Lorelei knows of the worlds, the powers they contain and the beings within. After a few moments, he nods, seemingly satisfied with that.

He can obliterate towns with a thought. Why couldn't a dragon kill other ones easily?]

Thank you for being willing to tell me all of that. What will you do now, imprisoned here instead of there? It seems going home isn't an option.

Ah, but isn't that the first step? You are only a prisoner if you allow it to be so.

[He takes a seat across from Lorelei and steeples his claws.]

I am not so certain in the truth of what's been shown to us. And even in the event that what we've been told is true that it cannot be reversed.

You are a prisoner whether or not you allow it. Whether or not you stay a prisoner is another matter.

[Lorelei has peculiar views. But it doesn't mean he was going to stay complacent. He had a world to return to.]

My own world will die, whether or not it is now dead, in a mere handful of years. So what they tell me is ... largely not really relevant. That doesn't mean I'm going to stay here. We should all be working on getting out.

[He pokes his soup a little, still having not eaten any of it.]

Are you a worldbuilder, then? It would fit a creature of the earth, I guess.

But of course. I suspect many are just as eager to break free.

An Earthwarder would be a better term, I think. I prefer to protect what I have rather than build something entirely new.

[Inwardly, he scoffs at the use of the term "Earthwarder". That title belonged to a mortal now, but that wouldn't stop him from using it until Thrall decided to show up. It was a very apt title for a black dragon that actually did their job.]

[Lorelei sits back a little, looking briefly startled. Why wouldn't anyone want to break free?]

Oh yes. I can't imagine anyone would rather be here than their homes.

[Much belatedly, he sets to his soup. It is cold. The flavor, by his expression, is not exactly amazing.]

What do you have to protect here?

[No mockery, just curiosity. Wait wasn't Wrathion supposed to be asking the questions? Lorelei's curiosity is definitely getting the better of him.]

That remains to be seen, don't you think?

[It seems Wrathion will answer most, but not all questions. He has a plan, but it will take time.]

Heh. And to think I'd been glad when I lost my memory of the future. I'd like to know what might unfold, and what you might do. It seems like it might be really interesting.

[Lorelei wasn't good at patience. But now he had no choice! It's a little frustrating. There's a moment's pause, then he gestures with his spoon.]

Oh, a bit of advice. They'll feed you oatmeal as your first meal. Don't put anything in it at all, and it's pretty tolerable if it's really hot when it gets eaten. Anyone who doesn't, or tries to put things in it, gets really sick. I imagine dragons have to eat, right?

[There's a long pause from Wrathion before he scoffs.]

Well certainly, but certainly not on cuisine made for horses.

[Nobody's fond of the oatmeal. Lorelei can only recommend it be eaten hot. At Wrathion's scoff, he shrugs a bit helplessly.]

Maybe after you've had the oatmeal you can eat the horse it was meant for?

[Dragons were carnivores, right?]

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