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Not sure they would let it happen anyway. Could speak to an unfair advantage (no way to prevent you from putting them on, like forcing them into a letter)
although I could be off base here and they could just be talking about customizing how the Atavian physically looks without that.
Like wearing wings could be "Valkyn thrusts a pair of awe-inspiring wings out from behind her back"
@Melodie I like the accessory tiny wings idea. Maybe they'll still allow It. Hmm.
That love soon might end You are unbreaking
And be known in its aching Though quaking
Shown in this shaking Though crazy
Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
Don't know why it's a happy moment for me, but none the less it is.
- With sharp, crackling tones, Kyrra tells you, "The ladies must love you immensely."
- (Eleusian Ranger Techs): Savira says, "Most of the hard stuff seem to have this built in code like: If adventurer_hitting_me = "Sarathai" then send("terminate and selfdestruct")."
- Makarios says, "Serve well and perish."
- Xaden says, "Xaden confirmed scrub 2017."
Results of disembowel testing | Knight limb counter | GMCP AB files
oh well not hard to tally
R.I.P the many Mhuns, Orcs, and Undeads I had to eat along the way.
You use Bracers of Flame to make fire.
Carefully, you ignite the swirling vapour captured in a beacon of sizzling black glass. Eerie hisses resonate from its
surface as inky tendrils erupt and release a putrid column of gas that seethes and rises toward the heavens.
Held aloft upon magnificent wings, a colossal dragon appears upon the horizon and rapidly banks, soaring toward Sapience.
The great wyrm soars above the continent, casting a dark shadow over the Mhojave as he circles and dives into its heart.
Sycaerunax, the Father of Dragons, descends from above.
Shimmering as if cut from fine crystal, pale, milky scales pattern Sycaerunax's battle-scarred hide, and incandescent
dragonfire limns every well-defined edge. Opalescent wings lie majestically folded against his sides, their hue pristine. A
massive juggernaut of a dragon, he stands easily three times the size of the rest of his kin. His talons glint with deadly
promise, and within his great maw row upon row of mighty teeth gleam with wicked, serrated points. Ancient, starry eyes
smoulder with a profound sorrow and unrelenting anger, set between a gruesome, glistening scar that mars his wisened
countenance.
Sycaerunax, the Father of Dragons almost glows with nearly god-like power.
He has 100% health remaining.
Sycaerunax, the Father of Dragons says, "I am the primordial Patriarch of the Dragons, imbued with the ancient power of our
ancestors."
Sycaerunax, the Father of Dragons says, "I know of you, Lucianus... your dedication, your courage, and your strength. I laud
such virtues, for they are reminiscent of my kin."
Sycaerunax, the Father of Dragons pauses, his saucer-sized eyes glistening with ancient wisdom.
Sycaerunax, the Father of Dragons says, "The age of the dragons is long lost, drifting amongst the shattered fragments of
Krenindala. The great wyrms of Achaea, both of air and earth, must succumb to the new world. So shall it be that new life
enters our brood."
Sycaerunax, the Father of Dragons says, "It was I who originally guarded the essence of the Dragons, and it was I who
bequeathed it to my daughter, Ashaxei.
Sycaerunax, the Father of Dragons says, "With the fall of Ashaxei upon this very spot, that power suffuses me once more."
Sycaerunax, the Father of Dragons says, "Come, Lucianus. Allow me to teach you of our ways."
Sycaerunax, the Father of Dragons tells you, "For a short time, you may speak of your achievement and thank the attendees.
When you are ready to continue, simply follow me.
You begin to follow Sycaerunax, the Father of Dragons.
The Father of the Dragons gracefully lowers his head, and his massive jaw comes to rest upon the earth. You step forward and,
gripping the pristine white scales, hoist yourself to sit between his shoulders
At once, the magnificent wings of the ancient beast begin to beat, and you are carried into the sky. As you soar higher,
Sycaerunax turns, his unwavering gaze fixed downward upon the crater and the lake at its heart. With a magnificent roar, the
dragon spirals into a steep dive, and you are submerged in a cool, watery embrace. Still the dragon dives, before gently
depositing you at the very centre of the colossal depression.
Beneath tranquil waters (indoors).
This room has not been mapped.
Languid currents drift across a vast expanse of cool aquamarine, weaving between great shafts of light that descend from the
world above and illuminate the immersed vista. Pale crag rises as a mountainous border, sloping in a continuous climb.
Erupting from a tumbling bed of sand and stone, monolithic shards of crystal surge toward the surface, the icy facets
glittering with an argentine lustre. Clear sheets of glass rise from a central depression and curve into a tall, graceful
edifice, a spectral aura radiating from within. Sycaerunax, Father of Dragons, reclines in majestic repose.
Sycaerunax, the Father of Dragons says, "To know of dragonhood is to know of our history, Lucianus."
Sycaerunax, the Father of Dragons says, "Long ago, on the distant world of Krenindala, there existed the ancient wyrms:
Dragon and Dala'myrr. Of air, and of earth, the pair existed in a constant state of war. That is, until the Dala'myrr came
into possession of one piece of the Sceptre of Divinity."
Sycaerunax, the Father of Dragons says, "With the Sceptre's power, they gained the ability to fly. The dragons no longer had
refuge, and were overcome. I... was overcome."
Sycaerunax, the Father of Dragons says, "I bequeathed the essence of the Dragons to Ashaxei, my daughter, and with it a
tremendous burden. It was a horrific choice, but one that was necessary: the continuation of our kin is vital to the
preservation of the world."
Sycaerunax, the Father of Dragons says, "It is a burden that you must understand, Lucianus, if you seek to know of our ways."
Sycaerunax, the Father of Dragons says, "Witness the turmoil of my daughter, and know why she suffered."
The spectral aura of the edifice shimmers, and great streaks of colour swirl within. The obscure shapes abruptly sharpen, and
your gaze settles upon the glimmering visage of Ashaxei.
The magnificent, alabaster wyrm rises before a gathered crowd, her gaze fixed upon an atavian at the forefront. You watch as
the white dragon inclines her head and, with a noticeable shimmer, an ancient power suffuses the winged humanoid. At once,
the ground beneath Ashaxei heaves, and the eerie clicking of mandibles echoes through the water as the great wyrm is thrust
into the air.
The sinuous bodies of countless Dala'myrr wind toward the dragon, bursting from the earth in merciless pursuit. Banking on
her opposers, Ashaxei emits a seething stream of fire, but it does nothing to halt the vicious mandibles of the earthen wyrms.
Hisses of pleasure resonate throughout the water as the great dragon falls to the earth, lifeless.
The aura of the edifice shimmers once more, and the shifting colours fade into obscurity.
As the visions cease, Sycaerunax, the Father of Dragons gazes upon you with an impenetrable stare. White-hot fire streams
from the dragon's maw, but you remain unharmed, your soul suffused with an innate, ancient power.
Sycaerunax, the Father of Dragons says, "I entrust you with this power, Lucianus. Summon it within you, now."
With a grimness born of determination, you begin to unleash the Dragon that is now so much a part of the fabric of your soul.
A black light begins to shine through from within you.
The black light grows more intense, and with a gesture of utter submission to the Dragon within, you throw your arms wide and
your head back as you scream, "Aaasshhaaaaaaaxxeeeeiiiiii!"
As a distant growl is heard, the black light coalesces about you...changing you...deforming your being...becoming...Greater.
Sycaerunax, the Father of Dragons nods his head at you.
Sycaerunax, the Father of Dragons exclaims, "Now, go, and find the Parthren Gare, the new home of the dragons!"
Inky tendrils stir about your form as you glide through the water, and clouds of darkness plume above the lake's surface as
you burst into the open air. Upon perpetually beating wings you soar skyward, a stream of seething acid escaping from your
gaping maw and dissolving the very fabric of reality. With a thunderous roar, you streak toward the shredded rift, entering
the fracture and landing upon the peak of Dragonspire Mount.
--- Dragonspire Mount ------------- 0:0:2 ---
The sun shines brightly overhead. This twisted projection of earth and stone soars far above the mist-cloaked landscape that
surrounds it, offering an unequaled vista of the deep sapphire sky speckled with stars. Here and there the heavens are
painted with great swirls of lush violet and scarlet hues, and glittering streaks of milky silver clouds. The spire itself is
a natural tower of pale green marble bathed in fine black sand, and here at the pinnacle there is a wide plateau deeply
grooved by the scraping of talons. A ladder of long, soft leaves comprises a wispy Weaver's Fern along the ground. A jewel-
coloured dragonlet flutters here, darting gracefully through the air.
The pocket of air around you dissipates into the atmosphere.
Congrats though.
That love soon might end You are unbreaking
And be known in its aching Though quaking
Shown in this shaking Though crazy
Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
Talamond Averial says, "You are the least charming siren ever."