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Fifth Mercy - Audio, slightly backdated to an hour before sirens
[ For the first time, Aurican optioned for audio as he is mulling over a topic that never quite came to him before until now, and he rather not if anyone read any of his expressions and have the wrong impression. There are other sounds, such as the heavy breathing of his massive lungs or the sound of waves crashing into the surf. ]
I never considered holidays. When I was growing up, I was secluded from the world. I knew nothing of open skies and forests, of deer and birds and people creating their own cultures, and I learned on how to measure time from the elves eventually after spending several centuries with them.
My mother died centuries before I hatched. A god was my father, but I never really knew him - only that his purpose was the result of my own creation. Still, I never met him. There were only my nestmates for company and the bats for food. But a man by the name of Patersmith came one day and taught me everything. He told stories about my mother, my father, and taught me and my kin everything we need to learn before one day we flew out of that cave and saw the sun for the first time. He raised us as though we were his own children, and we thought of him as our father.
So a day to set aside to think of our fathers - well, I have lived for almost six thousand years now, and not once have I really genuinely celebrated a holiday. Neither Patersmith nor Paladine are here for me to -
[ A younger voice interrupted Aurican with a "hey!" ]
Yes?
Yeah, you! How about you give it up and let go of the girl?
[ There is a long pause as Aurican mulls this demand over. In the meantime, it was obvious that the man who interrupted Aurican isn't alone. ]
I am afraid I am not entirely certain what you are referring to. Are you speaking of the missing girl Violet?
Don't play dumb, Newcomer. Monsters always get what they deserved.
[ There's a rumble deep within his chest, clearly unamused. ]
I'm afraid that playing dumb is impossible for me to do so as a dragon. And clearly you and your friends must be very brave to face me . . . or is it foolhardiness? It won't do if you let both pride and fear to dictate your actions. That's how wars are created.
[ He says this gently, but it is very clear of his harsh intent. ]
Leave me. The sun will start to set soon, and I don't want to see you to be caught by the Darkness.
[ The man sputters. ] Is that a threat?
[ Before Aurican remembers himself and turns off the now eavesdropping NV, he replies flatly to the man: ] The forces of Darkness always threatens, haven't you known that by now?
[ Click. ]
I never considered holidays. When I was growing up, I was secluded from the world. I knew nothing of open skies and forests, of deer and birds and people creating their own cultures, and I learned on how to measure time from the elves eventually after spending several centuries with them.
My mother died centuries before I hatched. A god was my father, but I never really knew him - only that his purpose was the result of my own creation. Still, I never met him. There were only my nestmates for company and the bats for food. But a man by the name of Patersmith came one day and taught me everything. He told stories about my mother, my father, and taught me and my kin everything we need to learn before one day we flew out of that cave and saw the sun for the first time. He raised us as though we were his own children, and we thought of him as our father.
So a day to set aside to think of our fathers - well, I have lived for almost six thousand years now, and not once have I really genuinely celebrated a holiday. Neither Patersmith nor Paladine are here for me to -
[ A younger voice interrupted Aurican with a "hey!" ]
Yes?
Yeah, you! How about you give it up and let go of the girl?
[ There is a long pause as Aurican mulls this demand over. In the meantime, it was obvious that the man who interrupted Aurican isn't alone. ]
I am afraid I am not entirely certain what you are referring to. Are you speaking of the missing girl Violet?
Don't play dumb, Newcomer. Monsters always get what they deserved.
[ There's a rumble deep within his chest, clearly unamused. ]
I'm afraid that playing dumb is impossible for me to do so as a dragon. And clearly you and your friends must be very brave to face me . . . or is it foolhardiness? It won't do if you let both pride and fear to dictate your actions. That's how wars are created.
[ He says this gently, but it is very clear of his harsh intent. ]
Leave me. The sun will start to set soon, and I don't want to see you to be caught by the Darkness.
[ The man sputters. ] Is that a threat?
[ Before Aurican remembers himself and turns off the now eavesdropping NV, he replies flatly to the man: ] The forces of Darkness always threatens, haven't you known that by now?
[ Click. ]
Video
Master Aurican, those men had no justification to accuse you. It is distasteful in the extreme that they acted in such a way.
[He takes a breath, and releases it with a puff of steam coming out. Dragons were to be treated with the utmost respect]
permaudio
Though being accused of a crime is a new one for me.
permaudio
You have been very helpful to people within the city, despite not being required to. You have also lived for many years, they should be respectful to their elders.
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late tag sorry...
Centuries before...?
it's okay, I'll be slow myself
sweet
[Still not getting his head around this dragon thing anytime soon.]
super slow apparently
No worries dude me too
[Nope, this is still really freaky.]
So, do you eat virgins? How can you even tell? And what if it's like...halfway? Do you still have to let them go? Like, do people taste bad if they've just experimented a little?
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[Not sure he believes you. You're a dragon, and dragons are definitely supposed to eat people. Probably virgins. In case you didnt know.]
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