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Who: a draconic thief and you!
When: i'm flexible with the days as long as it's after the full moon! diy!
Where: a dragon's underground den.
What: an open log for those signing up for the city-wide wanted quest!
Warnings: will add as they come! a note that eren will not attack anyone unless they steal from him— which, if you want to go that route, by all means hmu for plot!
ᴏᴏᴏ ʜᴇ's sᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴ!!!!!
[ past the constraints of the bright wall and just before the wilde creeps into fresh plains, slums and farmlands with its frosty winter nip, lays a hole; a hole that seems too large to have been dug by a rabbit and can easily fit man or monster. if one has followed the incredible amount of scattered shedding (black scales with a scarlet-plum sheen, perhaps orange or gold depending on how light bounces from it), it leads them further down. many elders are sure to give tips if you ask: flattery will help you if you talk of liberty, bring something else that's sharp, that'll do it, i would bribe him with one of those fair-folk, haha, and perhaps oh, send him my cookies. whether either of those work or not, it needs to be tested!
the tunnels are identical to those made by miners, twisting and turning into different, multiple paths, some leading into scorched dead ends while others may only seem to take you lower . . . and lower, into more intricate corkscrew bends. some spots aren't all that dark, lit by runes carefully carved and enchanted to glow a deep orange, but those with less of a knack for seeing in dark places might do well with an extra source of light, no harm done. if successfully navigated, intruders will find an opening that spans into a large, large den, one expected to be the interior of a mountainside. the cavern is impressive in size and sculpted entirely by claw, molded by spine and reinforced with dragon flame. the ceilings are high and the floors— that might be a problem.
the floors harbor an ocean of sharp objects that create mountains, piling up to nearly half the wall of the entire dome— heaps of any kind of knife, long blade, spear, needle, gardening and construction tools, broken glass, ceramic and . . . that's a piece of paper, yes. anything that has a fine, dangerous cutting or stabbing point is hoarded here, the product of a monster's growth of over a year (and counting). the dragon, though, the dragon may not be instantly seen unless one looks so very hard for two pairs of glistening, crystal-blue horns protruding out of the mass— or, perhaps, you'll want to play it safe and look for the obsidian knives in a literal haystack of knives. ]
When: i'm flexible with the days as long as it's after the full moon! diy!
Where: a dragon's underground den.
What: an open log for those signing up for the city-wide wanted quest!
Warnings: will add as they come! a note that eren will not attack anyone unless they steal from him— which, if you want to go that route, by all means hmu for plot!
ᴏᴏᴏ ʜᴇ's sᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴ!!!!!
[ past the constraints of the bright wall and just before the wilde creeps into fresh plains, slums and farmlands with its frosty winter nip, lays a hole; a hole that seems too large to have been dug by a rabbit and can easily fit man or monster. if one has followed the incredible amount of scattered shedding (black scales with a scarlet-plum sheen, perhaps orange or gold depending on how light bounces from it), it leads them further down. many elders are sure to give tips if you ask: flattery will help you if you talk of liberty, bring something else that's sharp, that'll do it, i would bribe him with one of those fair-folk, haha, and perhaps oh, send him my cookies. whether either of those work or not, it needs to be tested!
the tunnels are identical to those made by miners, twisting and turning into different, multiple paths, some leading into scorched dead ends while others may only seem to take you lower . . . and lower, into more intricate corkscrew bends. some spots aren't all that dark, lit by runes carefully carved and enchanted to glow a deep orange, but those with less of a knack for seeing in dark places might do well with an extra source of light, no harm done. if successfully navigated, intruders will find an opening that spans into a large, large den, one expected to be the interior of a mountainside. the cavern is impressive in size and sculpted entirely by claw, molded by spine and reinforced with dragon flame. the ceilings are high and the floors— that might be a problem.
the floors harbor an ocean of sharp objects that create mountains, piling up to nearly half the wall of the entire dome— heaps of any kind of knife, long blade, spear, needle, gardening and construction tools, broken glass, ceramic and . . . that's a piece of paper, yes. anything that has a fine, dangerous cutting or stabbing point is hoarded here, the product of a monster's growth of over a year (and counting). the dragon, though, the dragon may not be instantly seen unless one looks so very hard for two pairs of glistening, crystal-blue horns protruding out of the mass— or, perhaps, you'll want to play it safe and look for the obsidian knives in a literal haystack of knives. ]
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He does notice the smell...and the fruit]
Oh, welcome back! -- Is that fruit?
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[ super, super fresh, even glistening with a very ripe, freshly washed shine. wild berries to pieces of everything else. everything is in order as well, he could tell, every and all knives where he left them. he just steps over to one particular pile in quite the particular spot, and nods when even the belongings that could’ve been stolen are still there, beneath the sword his talon raises. not that he doesn’t trust elliot, you just never know who can come in here and who can be a sneak where magic is concerned. ]
Thanks for watching everything.
[ and he sits, right on top of a pile (yes) and offers the basket while popping a raspberry into his mouth. ]
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Instead he's shuffling over to grab some fruit for himself. It's been a pretty busy day and he's hungry.]
Hehe, it was no problem. I take it everything got worked out?
[He'll grab a strawberry, taking a bite out of it]
Ah, this hits the spot...!
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[ losing a few scales that he’d just grow back wasn’t the problem, it was the mistake of leaving them where they shouldn’t be for him to take (oh drageren would never be wrong in this predicament). the fruit, at least, and seeing elliot enjoy it, was a lightener all the same. ]
It’s for you.
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[Since that's what really mattered. Elliot wasn't too fussed about the details beyond that]
Hehe, thank you Eren. I do love fruit.
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[ or at least, he will be! the thank you receives a shuffling roll of a shoulder and a swaying tail. just once. he’d offer going outside if the odds weren’t against it (he doesn’t want to leave his hoard and it looks like it’s going to rain), so for now it’s a time to relax. and maybe do a thing or two his bonded enjoyed. ]
Want to see my improvements?
[ improvements could only mean one thing when elliot was guitar sensei . . . 👀 ]
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[Elliot smiles, showing his relief. All in all, this went way better than he was expecting. Then again, with his anxiety, he tends to expect everything ends in doomsday.
He does perk up when he asks that]
Oh? You mean with guitar or something else...?
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remembering his training, he strums. his talons are excellent picks, but he doesn’t have the experience to make it sound smooth. it’s a little chunky.
but, hey, improvement. ]
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