"His favorite mirror?" I look over at it. "It doesn't look like a mirror. Wouldn't all the symbols get in the way? How did you know where it was, up in the mountains? And that messenger you mentioned, was that a conjuring of yours? Ah, forgive my questions. I hope I'm not being rude. Are you tired from your journey? Will you be staying?"

OOC I'll break this to form some sort of dialogue.



'He was a peculiar one, who knows what he thought about it... maybe the symbols have power by themselves... maybe the treasure is the understanding of the power of the symbols...' she shrugs the suggestion...



Not at all, not at all... you are young and have a curious mind, that's very healthy... I'm no conjuror... he's an... old friend, of sorts. He was the one that placed it in the mountains. He has a strange taste for the dramatic. If it was me, I would just place it over the carriage... no need to have you flying around for an old mirror...



I very much hoped to enjoy your hospitality for a short while. It will give me a break from the headaches on my domains...

Okie-dokey. I will follow your formatting then!



"Do you know what they mean?"



"Well now I'm even more curious. Come, let me show you to a room in the solar." I turn to do just that; as the lady of the land and manor, it is my responsibility to show the guest of honor to her room.

"Master Chamberlain, please see that Lady Aurgloroasa's retainers and attendants are given accommodations and that her effects and theirs are taken where they belong."

In a typical medieval noble household, fortified or otherwise, most areas were communal in some way. The private apartments for the lord or lady and their family, as well as a couple of guests, were called the Great Chambers or solar.



I lead Aurgloroasa up the stairs and to the private apartments, where two guest rooms are maintained, suitable for two people each, in case of noble, wealthy, or otherwise important visitors.

"Your replies have raised more questions, if you don't mind. How did you come to possess the mirror, even though it was all the way out there? Further, how did you come to know a ghostly dragon?"
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OOC - sorry for the late replay some issues here. BTW, like the use of 'royal-red' for her text colour... :-)



She seems distracted for a brief second before answering 'No.. not really...'



She follows you and seems surprised at the lodgings. She very clearly gives you the impression of not being used to such fineries.

'That mirror has been mine for a long while... can't even remember how I got it, I think it must have come with other items. I like to keep things, probably far more things than I need...' she laughs and shrugs '...the ghostly dragon, I think he would very much enjoy being called that, was the one that took it to the mountains, I just asked him to bring it to you... as I said he's got a passion for the dramatic...'

As she talks, she keeps walking around the room , checking every item she can.

'When I first heard about you, I just had to come and meet you, but I did not want to come without a gift of some sort, and the mirror seemed like a perfect fit...' she suddenly stops and turns looking directly into your eyes 'Tell me, have you used it? Have you seen your reflexion on it?...'

Well, she's got beautiful red hair or scales, form depending, and she's a princess, so there you go. =3 Glad you like the choice. And no worries about the speed of reply; this week has been ultra busy for me, and that seems likely to continue.

My castle is modest, as far as castles go, built more as a living place than a fortress. I plan to built strong watchtowers over the lands, with their own curtain walls, rather than expand the castle, at least in the near future. This far north, bogging down an enemy and harassing them, making it as difficult as possible to advance and keep supply lines, should be a very effective defense against any invader. Even when I'm not home!

Anyway, by the standards of most humans, my castle is a comfy place to live. I even have velvet cushions for the couches and silk sheets for the beds! Expensive but worth it. I'm glad Aurgloroasa is impressed, and I feel slightly smug about it.

"Well, it's a very nice gift in any case, and I thank you for it. May I ask what the occasion for such a wonderful gift might be?"

Even if there's nothing special about it directly, the sheer amount of gold in that mirror is a small fortune. My prized possessions are my father's sword and my mother's staff, both enchanted weapons of power they won in their adventures, though I care for them because they belonged to my parents, rather than for their magic. I have the weapons mounted under portraits of each of my parents separately, with a portrait of all three of us between.

I wonder if Aurgloroasa knows I'm a dragon. She seems suspiciously aware without giving things away. Maybe she's just very bright. If she is a noble living nearby I would have at least heard of her in passing, wouldn't I?

I also have a sizable library; just over a hundred books. It's not the largest library I know of, but it's the largest owned by a single person.

"Ah? No, I haven't used it as a mirror. I didn't know it was one until you told me! I'll need to polish it before I use it that way. What made you want to meet me?"

She probably knows I'm a dragon. It's not exactly a secret.

OOC : Velvets and silks? Definitively fancy.


I just thought it would be rude to show up without an invitation... AND... without a suitable gift... she shrugs again. You can see she does have an habit of shrugging.


OOC : You can roll for your suspicions (by asking the question and testing the answer as truthful or not). Then again... keep reading... ;-) On the other point, you are right, even if she was a local landowner you would have hear of her. More so for someone capable of giving away a massive shield made of gold...


She continues going through the room decor items and looking out of the windows for a while. Social skills do not seem to be a major concern of hers. She finally sits down before answering 'I've heard... interesting things about you... and I wanted to know if they were true... now I know they are... I just don't understand... you are the daughter of humans... but you are also a dragon?...'

Oh yes, very fancy. She'll upgrade to a proper pile of coins once she learns how to be a real dragon. =P

"I don't think it would be all that rude. Unusual for a guest to arrive so close to planting, but not rude. Any noble doing even the bare minimum of their duty would offer hospitality to a well-intentioned traveler." I turn to give her a bright, cheerful smile.

If I was playing a regular character, I would be inclined to be suspicious, well, my character would be, but since I'm playing an awesome dragon lady, I don't feel the need to be defensive.

I put my finger to my cheek, indicating my mild embarrassment. "It's not a secret anyway, I suppose. Yes, I am a dragon, and I was raised by humans. I never met the dragons who sired me; I'm given to understand they were quite monstrous, doing a lot of very evil things. My parents, the humans who raised me, were part of a band of heroes who put a stop to my sires' rampage. They had such strong, moral hearts that they couldn't bring themselves to break my egg, like their fellow heroes thought should be done, and my parents instead raised and shepherded me."

She looks at you with a vague and undecipherable look on her face. Again, you get the feeling she knows the story you are telling her.

'That is very interesting.... Tell me, have you ever felt interested in meeting other dragons?...' before you even get a chance to answer she continues '...awful reputation I know, but dragons are... understanding to their own kind...'

I smile sweetly and obliviously.

"Interested? Why, of course I'm interested. I don't know of any, though, at least not any within a couple hundred miles."

She smiles back. 'I can help you with that... I can introduce you, for example, to that misty dragon you already saw... Dragons are... complex, you know that for yourself, they are territorial, possessive, sometimes violent... but every now and again, dragons also come together, like when they need to solve a particular problem. So, do you want in the morrow to go and meet some dragons?...'

I clap my hands together with excitement. "Ah, you can? That would be wonderful! I'd be very interested to meet another dragon. I've never taken a rider before, so we should probably use your carriage."

I start bouncing on the balls of my feet. "I can hardly wait until tomorrow. I hope you don't mind if I see to my duties as soon as possible so that we'll be ready to go as soon as we get up."

Oh, I'm not going to be around. It's usually bad for humans to be around when dragons meet... I'll send my herald and tomorrow we'll now where the gathering will take place.


She smiles almost piously. 'Of course, of course... I understand your excitement...'

"You sure know a lot of dragons, and a lot about dragons, for just being a human!" I say, but amazed rather than incredulous.

I make sure everything is set for my guest and her entourage, then I do as I say I was going to: see to my duties as lady of the manor and the land. The spring festivals require a lot more organization than I thought they did as a child. I also need to review the treasury to see if there's enough surplus to afford construction of a new watchtower. I'd like to pepper the land with them, to provide security and safety when I'm not around. Plus, they make for great secure storage facilities and I could even set up a postal system. I read about those in my books; reliable message delivery is a huge boon for any economy for many reasons.

If Aurgloroasa is up for it, I'd like to play some table games with her tonight after dinner. Then tomorrow, I get to meet another dragon for the very first time!

OOC : 'Going Postal' (c) Terry Pratchet    :-)



You'll find her extremely interested in anything of what she describes as 'human activities'. You will also find her rather hopeless at the games. She sulks when she loses.

OOC : I'll do a bigger update on the next day tomorrow.

OOC  - Sorry for the delay. This is not the post I expected to make, but I suddenly realized I would be taking too much for granted, so let's just keep role-playing this.

Aurgloroasa gives you, not so detailed instructions about what awaits you. She just directs you to go to the same place where the gold mirror was and that the misty dragon and possibly another dragon would meet you there. As mysteriously as her arrival was, she then mentions not wanting to impose any more, since you will be very busy with your state affairs and departs on the same route she came.

When you arrive to the rendezvous site, surely enough the misty dragon is there. He sits on the same location that the golden mirror was. He look statuesque. When you approach him, he greets you in his whispered voice with 'Ah, finally here.'
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Okie-dokey. I forgive you! I don't know what you did, but I forgive you anyway. =3

I assure Aurgloroasa that she isn't imposing on me at all, but I don't try to keep her. If she wants to leave, then I bid her farewell with a wave, smile, and request that she return some day soon.

Then I turn to my new interlocutor and I look up at him, shimmering in the cold air. I breathe deeply and let it out slowly, exhaling my human shape with the breath. The majestic, beautiful red haired woman flows out of my mouth like smoke, and as she does, my body changes. My clothes and skin merge together and my muscles bulge and swell, my bones grow longer, stronger, and lighter, and wings sprout from my back. A few seconds pass, and I wear my true form, a towering dragon, as majestic and beautiful as the woman-shape, but in a different way. Sleek, shining, muscular, powerful, and very, very big. Beautiful like a tigress, a snow-capped mountain, or the sea at dusk.

I do not smile. This much I know about dragons, at least: we do not smile to show the same things humans do. We smile when we want to be aggressive, for it shows our fangs, our primary weapons when we wish to fight each other.

Instead, I sit down in front of the ghost-dragon and compare his size to my own, looking him up and down with my golden, slit-pupiled eyes.

"Yes I am," I reply, in my two-toned voice. "Were you unable to speak last time? It is good to hear your voice. I am Ataraxia. Who are you?"

'Ogothr is the name.' The misty dragon looks appraisingly at you. 'Ataraxia...' he muses '...that's a good dragon name. I approve of it.'

He pauses for a while before continuing 'I guess I should explain to you why I have this shape. It's a long story, but a misty dragon is one that was cheated off his treasure before passing and as such clings to the physical world until it can recuperate his treasure back... Lesson for you young one, always protect your treasure....'

"Thank you, Ogothr. I am sorry for your predicament."

I tilt my head to the side, in the traditional pose for questioning that almost all sapient species share.

"Why are you telling me this? Was it you who led me here and showed me the golden mirror, and was it your mirror? Do you desire that I return it to your resting place?"

The misty dragon… chuckles. A rather ungodly sound.

‘I’m not on the same pantheon as the likes of Dretchroyaster… I’m just another dragon… no, to return his mirror and get his treasure you have to go to his lair…’

You suddenly feel very aware of his cunning eyes focusing on you.

‘Young one, are you interested in doing that to get his treasure, that’s what the legends say… I can guide you there...’

I fold my wings closer to my body and adjust my tail, the dragon equivalent of a shrug.

"I do not know, Ogothr. It is a rather fine treasure, and it is inscribed with many runes I would like to understand. I suppose, though, that it would be good to do so, if Dretchroyaster is cursed with the same fate as yours. I presume that you find your predicament unpleasant."

'Dretchroyaster cursed?... no, no, no...'

He suddenly looks up.

'Ah, there she is...'

When you look up you see a green dragon speeding towards your location.

"Until yesterday, I'd never met another dragon in my life, but today, I've met two. Possibly two others this week; I'm not sure about that."

I look up indeed. Dragons make more noise in flight than I thought. We're very big and rather heavy, so I suppose it makes sense that our wings produce a sort of roaring sound, especially in descent. Not as loud as an actual roar, of course, but the same sort of sound.

"And who is that?" I ask Ogothr.

Dreky Toaster! Dreky Toaster! Dreky Toaster! =DDDDDDDDDDD
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OOC – Get your Dreky Toaster, and breakfast will never be the same.



The dragon getting ever closer is large, with a lustrous dark-green, almost black,  skin. The misty dragon moves slightly aside, probably more out of habit than anything else, to allow the newcomer to land close to you.

‘That’s the Sibilant Shade…’ he says just before the green dragon lands.

The green dragon looks at you with cunning eyes.

‘Ataraxia, what a pleasure to have you here, amongst your equals…’ you can see where the dragon's name comes from, as it speaks with a hissing sound reinforcing each word…
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"Sounds like a title, rather than a name," I observe, watching the newcomer land. My tail slowly swishes back and forth, a sign of interest and curiosity.

"I've never seen another dragon before in my life, and today I met two. It is a pleasure to meet you also. May I know your name?"

The new comer brings it's head closer to yours 'You can call me Prasinokailampera...' the sibilant voice says.

'...are you ready to come with us to see Dretchroyaster's lair?...'

OOC : And the inevitable happened. I wrote Dreky Toaster. *face palm* I blame you.
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