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  1. @ticklefarte I do believe it's your turn 🙂
  2. Chidi was charming. He invited Igni to sit with him and, though Igni didn’t trust it, she gingerly lowered her considerably large posterior towards a wooden chair. It creaked beneath her but didn’t collapse, and Igni breathed a sigh of relief. Her smile returned to her face. “I can make fire,” she said, “But once it is made, I cannot control it. But Igni is a common name for dragons. Common, and considered suitable for the refined. My fire came later, but my name was some inspiration, I think. “But you? Where are you from, to have eyes like that?” She leaned closer again, inspecting them. “Do you see like us, with normal eyes? Can you see more, or do you see less?” The party was getting busier and busier, but Igni didn’t allow herself to be distracted, past a cursory glance at newcomers. There were two dusty and bloodied travellers, an eccentric old fellow the a backpack larger than him and his dour-looking companion. But then the drifter arrived and offered his hand. Igni took it, briefly, as he spoke to Chidi. Her eyes wandered and settled on the two dusty/bloodied travellers… did they look familiar? Those pink eyes certainly did. She offered them a hesitant wave, just in case, in order to gauge their reaction to her. As the drifter was addressing their host, she said, “You’re not the only one with strange eyes here. Look at those.” She pointed (at least a little subtly) at the short one with torn clothes and a tiger’s tail. Then she cocked her head. “They do not look so well, do they? All that blood and dust… shall we offer aid?”
  3. I'm happy to work something out 🙂 . Let's see what comes up in conversation.
  4. Igni turned to Olympia and grinned with delight. If she loved anything, it was someone who could reciprocate her humour. “True, though with enough flavour, chewy food can be an effective way of limiting ingestion.” “You look terrific, by the way,” she added, gazing at Olympia’s transformation. “Do you ever have troubles with unwanted male attention? If so, we should speak and exchange strategies.” Nathan also looked glorious, and down on the battlefield she could see a pair of burning swords slicing and cutting through the undead as if they were nothing but flaking pastry. It was exciting to watch, actually. Like watching a war between two colonies of ants. Especially if one colony was your servant. “If I must,” Igni said in response, though there was a streak of facetiousness to her words. She shuffled her wings and forelegs, though did not take off. Instead she opened her mouth, blue eyes locked onto the siege equipment, adjusted the angle of her throat. With a tremendous roar came a searing hot jet of fire. Blue fire, curling and wrapping around a jet of burning fluid which arched over the battlefield to rain down towards the siege equipment. Her first volley missed, landing among the undead operators at the base of one trebuchet, but then she aimed again and struck her target. Blue fire, hot as hell, fell like rain onto the trebuchet and surrounding undead. Soon it was a towering inferno, blue flames mingling with orange as the wood caught ablaze. “There, I even didn’t need to fly,” she said boastfully, then opened her maw wide and directed another stream at the next engine. Unfortunately those further along the line were reloading quickly. A catapult’s crew had made the necessary adjustments and launched a stone the size of a cauldron towards the wall. Igni watched as it arched high over the battlefield and realised her error: in her desire to impress her new subjects she hadn’t destroyed the siege equipment fast enough. With a surge of magic and a scrape of claw against stone, Igni launched herself skywards, towards the arching stone. She caught it in her stomach just before it struck the battlements and the men standing atop them. Breath exploded from her lungs and she saw spots, wheeling her wings about to keep from crashing into the wall herself. “Fool!” she bellowed as she flailed, scratching at the castle wall for purchase, though it wasn’t clear if she was shouting at herself or the enemy. Another rush of magic and Igni found her wings, beating them furiously to gain height, magic making her fur poof out and crackle with arcs of blue energy. Then there was another wooden thwunk, and Igni spied another boulder arcing towards the city walls…
  5. That's a good question! Igni's a dragon first but has two bodies, and stores one in a pocket plane in any given time, but how she got to have two bodies I haven't really thought about. Are they born with two bodies? Did they make the human body? How do they make a human body!?!? Actually, maybe there's a few professional body makers in dragon society that can specifically make bodies requested by other dragons. Hmm... so maybe Igni could introduce you to someone (Igni's already pretty powerful as it is so making new bodies might just tip her over into OP (or more OP!)).
  6. We'll miss you, but all good :). Seriously a slow RP is the kind of one you want to keep when busy though, lol.
  7. All things going well, within the next 5 hours or so of this post 🙂
  8. Several things happened in such a short space of time that Igni still felt a little stunned as she was beckoned back outdoors – not that she’d gotten much further than the doorway the first time. She looked dubiously down at the chairs spotted here and there, and then with amusement at the man fishing fruit out of a barrel. Well, that was nice. So despite his earlier exclamation of wyrm shit, this Emilio was perhaps quite caring, if a little easy to startle. As Emilio was busy with the drifter, she leaned closer to Chidi and said, “Why did he call you Wyrm Shit when you first arrived? I can’t imagine wyrm shit smelling very nice, but you don’t smell too bad at all! Much better than this fellow." She waved a hand at the dripping drifter. It occured to her then that it probably wasn’t proper to walk around sniffing people. Instead she cocked her head and changed the subject. “Please explain your eyes? They are not normal for humans, yes?”
  9. The burning of dead bodies made Igni feel even worse; the one thing she could have helped with and she’d missed it because she was stuffing her face. Ah well. Gingerly she stepped through the camp; an enormous shape lit by the funeral fires, shaggy and red and black. Perhaps a little frightening in this light, though she tried to smile encouragingly at those who met her eye. The red firelight made them look purple. “Miserable business, this has been,” she said, sidling up to someone skinning another wolf, likely being led intuitively by her stomach. “You little ones put your lives in danger and then wail when death comes. Why? Do you expect you can live through anything?” She realised she didn’t even know who she was talking to and looked down to find Rysorian. The angry little dancer. “Does she look happy to be found to you?” she added, staring over at the queen, all covered in blood. She smelled great, just like all death did to Igni’s leaf-shaped nose. Ironic. “Perhaps she wanted to stay lost.”
  10. Shall do. Hopefully in the next day or two! Soooo much IRL stuff to do!
  11. Excellent advice for roleplays! For real life, don't react 🙂 . Unless you LIKE real life drama. I was very thankful for @Veloci-Rapture's character and the banter between he and Igni. That made that RP lots of fun. The main thing I didn't like was the way Igni's attack was downplayed. I know we didn't want Igni winning the entire battle with one strike but it would have been nice if your post focussed on the effects Igni's attack had on the few soldiers who hadn't managed to defend themselves from dragon fire. As @The Alexandrian says, we need to feel like we're contributing 🙂 .
  12. I like the sound of that. Would you mind taking the lead with it? My muse has been sporadic lately, sadly.
  13. Torie looked over appreciatively at Shelly, then down the tunnel. She expected to find an enormous fire-breathing monster, but what was there was roughly the size of a large dog, only longer. Its little wings were far too small to carry its body into the air, and it possessed eyes far too big for its petite little skull. Bright orange eyes in a face of green. “Aw, a baby!” Torie said, but no sooner had she spoken but the infantile dragon turned and ran. “Hey, wait!” She took off on a waddle of serious intensity, following the dragon down the hallway. It twisted this way and that, branched a few times and entered a natural cavern, half filled with water. This area was still choking in dust but she could see the little dragon ahead, splashing through the shallows. “Slow down. We’re here to help!” she said.
  14. A tree house! Igni was intrigued. It looked so quaint and happy sitting all by itself she just had to inspect it closer. So wheeling on her enormous wings she landed just out of sight, as subtly as possible, then transformed herself to her human form. She wandered over, dressed in green and blue saree. Despite her unnatural girth she did not waddle but drifted along like a leaf in the breeze. At the door was an elderly man – human, she supposed – who, at first appearance looked gruff but upon closer inspection perhaps had a welcoming twinkle in his eyes. It was hard to tell. Humans mostly looked the same to Igni and their expressions were often hard to fathom Although this one’s luxuriously long grey beard made him unusually distinct. “You’ve all the makings of a party except the guests,” Igni said as she approached, then bowed gently. “I am Igni, a traveller here on business. Are there many houses like yours in these parts?”
  15. @Dabi I'm unsure of what to do in this RP now that @vielle isn't active to roleplay the bride and groom when we meet them. What do you think we should do?
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