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aterat2023-08-04 11:21 pm
unbreakable_king) wrote in aterat2023-08-04 11:21 pm
Story Event - Network and Log
Who; Rhy Maresh, A Dragon, And You!
What; Network Story and Encounter Log
Where; Network, Docks
When; August
Warnings; Log will involve a powerful magical creature attempting to woo/seduce those it encounters.
Network Video
It seems to me we've a little thing going on here regarding stories from home, and I do so love a good tale. I thought perhaps I'd share one that I was just telling the girls at work.
[Which he's still clearly at given Rhy's phone is angled to show not only him, but occasionally glimpses him pulling a threaded needle through the shot. Someone's getting some ifne embroidery finished for them quite soon.]
This one was actually a rather popular play back home, and of course I shall not do the tale justice to their level but I will try my best. But the story I am going to tell you is about the dragon and his sailor.
Long ago, before the doors were closed, the worlds were places of a great deal more magic than they are in our age. It flowed through the rivers, it grew in the roots of mountains, it gathered in the underbellies of clouds. Magic is life and life is magic, one is the other and will come always back to the other. This was truer in the old days, and there with that truth came more creatures of concentrated magic, things far more potent than any human might know, even an Antari. The strongest of all of these creatures of magic, of course, were the great and noble dragons.
There were many types of dragons. Dragons of the plains, dragons of the mountains, dragons of the skies, and dragons of the sea. Now most people know that dragons are rather solitary creatures, prone to avoiding even others of their kind. But it is also known that no dragons were more alone than those dragons of the sea. For dragons of the plains needed little effort to find other creatures to talk to. And dragons of the mountains spent most of their time asleep or talking to sky dragons. And sky dragons could go anywhere they pleased at any time. But sea dragons? They could swim the whole of the world and rarely encounter even their own kind. The oceans are vast, they are deep, and sometimes they come so close to touching each other yet still require countless league of travel to move between.
Such loneliness could be quite profound on creatures as old and powerful as dragons, and longing could drive them to great sorrow. The seas are said to be filled with the tears of dragons after all. One such dragon roamed the seas of Arnes, with a coiled length so long it might circle London twice. Though in those days London was a much smaller place it was still an impressive feat. And this dragon was lonely, as so many sea dragons were. Lonely enough that he would follow the great wooden ships out as they sailed. Sure the things did not speak, but the dragon could feel close to people that way.
It was on one of these days that the dragon followed a ship where a great storm arose. The seas were churned gray and violent by the winds, and the poor ship shook and rocked, quaked and fought. Alas but luck was not on the side of the ship that day, and it perchance approached rocky bar that, while in distant sight of the land, was to be its doom. The hull was cut into, ripped open with water pouring in. The lifeboats, already lost to the winds and waves, could do nothing to save anyone. The ship was lost.
Except... Except the dragon saw a body hit the water before the rocks, and in his desire for connection he moved. The sailor was gathered into the safety of his coils, and with his magic he pulled air from the water to wrap around them. Humans needed to breathe air, after all, not water. Carefully he swam for the shore, bringing the human with him. When he made it to a sheltered cove he uncoiled, placing the human upon the sands. And looking upon her, for it was indeed a woman, he found himself captivated by her beauty.
Now dragons are great creatures of magic, and could in those times work spells we cannot begin to fathom. Worried that the sailor might awaken and blame him for the ship, for in those days dragons were known to provoke bursts of ill weather when their tempers were roused. No, he wished to speak to her, but she could not know it, so he called upon a great magic and curled down upon himself, twist after twist after twist of his great coils until he was small, and then he shook his great form. His scales fell from him like drops of water, and when they touched the surf they turned to foam.
When the sailor awoke she found naught but the most handsome man she had ever seen before, with eyes the color of a warm summer sea, skin like the golden sands, and hair the color of the sunset over the waves. He seemed unbothered by the diminishing storm, using his elements to curve the wind around them as a space of peace and shelter.
"How have I come to be here?" she asked.
"Ah my fair lady, I fear ill has befallen your ship. I saw you floating upon a scrap of wood and coaxed the waters to bring you to this place. I fear I have seen no other."
And it hurt her heart to hear, but when he offered to take her somewhere safe, she agreed. And together they walked to the nearby town, where over the next days she grew enamored with the dragon in human form, and he in turn with her.
Charmed At The Docks (Please specify if you'd prefer a male or female manifestation)
Rains toss the dockside one evening, and with them comes a wave that washes over one dock and as it passes a figure stands there. They shake the water from rich red hair and where the water from it falls there's a momentary wash of seafoam. The figure turns its back upon the ocean, blue-green eyes set in to richly tanned skin searching. Clad in tall black boots, black breeches, a shirt as pure white as a pearl, and draped over with a rich cloak of deepest blue, the figure starts walking.
"Soon, my love," the person says, "I will find you again. You will hide from me no longer."
What; Network Story and Encounter Log
Where; Network, Docks
When; August
Warnings; Log will involve a powerful magical creature attempting to woo/seduce those it encounters.
Network Video
It seems to me we've a little thing going on here regarding stories from home, and I do so love a good tale. I thought perhaps I'd share one that I was just telling the girls at work.
[Which he's still clearly at given Rhy's phone is angled to show not only him, but occasionally glimpses him pulling a threaded needle through the shot. Someone's getting some ifne embroidery finished for them quite soon.]
This one was actually a rather popular play back home, and of course I shall not do the tale justice to their level but I will try my best. But the story I am going to tell you is about the dragon and his sailor.
Long ago, before the doors were closed, the worlds were places of a great deal more magic than they are in our age. It flowed through the rivers, it grew in the roots of mountains, it gathered in the underbellies of clouds. Magic is life and life is magic, one is the other and will come always back to the other. This was truer in the old days, and there with that truth came more creatures of concentrated magic, things far more potent than any human might know, even an Antari. The strongest of all of these creatures of magic, of course, were the great and noble dragons.
There were many types of dragons. Dragons of the plains, dragons of the mountains, dragons of the skies, and dragons of the sea. Now most people know that dragons are rather solitary creatures, prone to avoiding even others of their kind. But it is also known that no dragons were more alone than those dragons of the sea. For dragons of the plains needed little effort to find other creatures to talk to. And dragons of the mountains spent most of their time asleep or talking to sky dragons. And sky dragons could go anywhere they pleased at any time. But sea dragons? They could swim the whole of the world and rarely encounter even their own kind. The oceans are vast, they are deep, and sometimes they come so close to touching each other yet still require countless league of travel to move between.
Such loneliness could be quite profound on creatures as old and powerful as dragons, and longing could drive them to great sorrow. The seas are said to be filled with the tears of dragons after all. One such dragon roamed the seas of Arnes, with a coiled length so long it might circle London twice. Though in those days London was a much smaller place it was still an impressive feat. And this dragon was lonely, as so many sea dragons were. Lonely enough that he would follow the great wooden ships out as they sailed. Sure the things did not speak, but the dragon could feel close to people that way.
It was on one of these days that the dragon followed a ship where a great storm arose. The seas were churned gray and violent by the winds, and the poor ship shook and rocked, quaked and fought. Alas but luck was not on the side of the ship that day, and it perchance approached rocky bar that, while in distant sight of the land, was to be its doom. The hull was cut into, ripped open with water pouring in. The lifeboats, already lost to the winds and waves, could do nothing to save anyone. The ship was lost.
Except... Except the dragon saw a body hit the water before the rocks, and in his desire for connection he moved. The sailor was gathered into the safety of his coils, and with his magic he pulled air from the water to wrap around them. Humans needed to breathe air, after all, not water. Carefully he swam for the shore, bringing the human with him. When he made it to a sheltered cove he uncoiled, placing the human upon the sands. And looking upon her, for it was indeed a woman, he found himself captivated by her beauty.
Now dragons are great creatures of magic, and could in those times work spells we cannot begin to fathom. Worried that the sailor might awaken and blame him for the ship, for in those days dragons were known to provoke bursts of ill weather when their tempers were roused. No, he wished to speak to her, but she could not know it, so he called upon a great magic and curled down upon himself, twist after twist after twist of his great coils until he was small, and then he shook his great form. His scales fell from him like drops of water, and when they touched the surf they turned to foam.
When the sailor awoke she found naught but the most handsome man she had ever seen before, with eyes the color of a warm summer sea, skin like the golden sands, and hair the color of the sunset over the waves. He seemed unbothered by the diminishing storm, using his elements to curve the wind around them as a space of peace and shelter.
"How have I come to be here?" she asked.
"Ah my fair lady, I fear ill has befallen your ship. I saw you floating upon a scrap of wood and coaxed the waters to bring you to this place. I fear I have seen no other."
And it hurt her heart to hear, but when he offered to take her somewhere safe, she agreed. And together they walked to the nearby town, where over the next days she grew enamored with the dragon in human form, and he in turn with her.
Charmed At The Docks (Please specify if you'd prefer a male or female manifestation)
Rains toss the dockside one evening, and with them comes a wave that washes over one dock and as it passes a figure stands there. They shake the water from rich red hair and where the water from it falls there's a momentary wash of seafoam. The figure turns its back upon the ocean, blue-green eyes set in to richly tanned skin searching. Clad in tall black boots, black breeches, a shirt as pure white as a pearl, and draped over with a rich cloak of deepest blue, the figure starts walking.
"Soon, my love," the person says, "I will find you again. You will hide from me no longer."
Sure thing!
[ he offered with a smile, finishing the note on what needed to be picked up. ]