Author Topic: Xefr's Adventures: Existential Crisis  (Read 8576 times)

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Re: Xefr's Adventures: The grey meatbags
« on: May 21, 2016, 10:48:42 pm »
Xefr just sighs, and the sadness in his eyes remains. "I have been called that before, once, in a far off place whose history has long been devoured by the destructive winds of time. If only I was truely royal, it would mean that I would have power, the ability create change... Alas, that is not me. But, you said you were seeking for me, why? What could this old dragon possibly do for you?"
The left dragon snorts, and a another voice booms out. This one, is far louder than the last, and has a hint of pride. "I am a Warrior yes, but I am no Saint! I am Xefr, guardian of this vessel and protector of its crew!" The right dragon sighs and rolls his eyes. A third voice, calm and sophisticated, speaks out. "Calm down, you oaf. He merely said there was a resemblance, no reason to get agitated. Now be quiet and let them speak." In response, the warrior dragon turns to snarl at the other, but quickly calms down and returns his attention to the main conversation.