A New Face At Quake's

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*doc
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Posted by *doc »


A black half-dragon has taken up frequenting Quake's Place. He sports what appears to be a jumbling mess of armor pieces randomly put together, with an upside-down Xaositect badge appointed on his left wing. He often sits by himself, unwraps a dead fish from a piece of cloth and starts eating one of either the fish or the cloth, conversing with the other about perfectly meaningful nonsense. Other times he can be seen staring intensely at other patrons, sometimes engaging in conversation and sometimes not, depending on the weather but possibly on other unstated factors.
If asked about his identity, he insists that his name is absolutely not Arrash, on various reasons ranging from it being a "stupid name" to the real Arrash being the "god of Muck". His stated tag wildly varies.

Two vicious-looking scythes are tied to his back, in an orderly and meticulous fashion which is strange given the half-dragon's attitude, or the rest of his outfit. He's never been seen using it inside Quake's, for now.
*MimiFearthegn
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Posted by *MimiFearthegn »


On the Half-Dragon's third day at Quake's, an impertinent fey-looking personage attempts to steal his fish, and replace it with a mushroom.
*doc
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Posted by *doc »


That day was one of those days in which the fish gets the talking and the cloth gets eaten. The half-dragon whose name was not in any way Arrash was entertaining his fishy guest with various topic, each one lasting no more than a few seconds, ranging from Mrs. Lastrazulia's great tea parties to what color is the sky in the elemental plane of no-skies. The fish's name also changed with each topic.
The half-dragon, whose name was currently unwritable in conventional common planar alphabet (and it still wasn't Arrash) was too busy munching on delicious cloth to notice the fey-looking patron's mischief, until it was too late.
He looked at that strange, bulbous thing, a sort of cylinder with a dome on the top, of a color best described as "not all the other colors that are not this one color". His mind raced for one, long second.


"Oh you silly brat, do you find this a humorous prank to pull on me? Remove that jolly-looking hat from the premises at once!" He said, in an angry tone of voice. Which, being his voice a rumbling, loud half-dragonish voice, was a perfectly suitable tone.

Another split-second, however, and his tone changed dramatically to one best suited for friendly chatter; which, coming from a tall (albeit quite thin) half-dragon, sounded quite weird.
"Oh, lord Jollygallows! I must've confused you with some of the not-yous. Shouldn't you be at Lady Harravarrakarra's midnight tea of the afternoon?"

Then, after pausing for a moment, the non-Arrash entity plugged a small wooden stick right on top of the mushroom, for no particular reason. He smirked, then frowned a bit, then sneezed. An itty bit of acid saliva fell on the table: he often produced acid from his mouth, sometimes for fun, other times with his very own surprise as he didn't always remember his acid-producing abilities. This had to be one of those times, as while the acid started melting a small hole on the wooden table he jumped backwards startled, destroying his chair in the process.

"Pesky mud shovels!" He rumbled. "The four-legged wooden elemental is going to eat us all with his growing mouth!!"



((spot roll made at -1 -> always fails. :nod: ))
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