Dragons are jerks.

Soooooooooo, apparently dragons give curses. Who knew. I mean, I certainly didn't. At least I can just sleep through it.... ((Independant RP blog for Galanoth the Dragonslayer))

[dragon-cursed-dragonslayer]

Everyone: the Dragonborn is a great legend and an immensely powerful hero who will save us all

The Dragonborn, trying to catch bees out of the air to eat them: lmao what

[dragon-cursed-dragonslayer]

ask-warlic:

Warlic paused midsentence, closed the book in one hand and lowered himself to the floor to pat Galanoth’s shoulder. Of course this meant he was patting the pauldron, eliciting a few dull thunks and not much else more. It likely wasn’t even having the desired effect of calming Galanoth if he stopped to think about it so he stopped patting and just waited a moment.

“Never mind what I was saying, it wasn’t important right now anyway.” He soothed. “What you just drank gives you the power to communicate telepathically. For a short time anyway. 18 hours. I figured it’d be better to start off there and just reuse when we need to. I know it tastes like…. Ugh, that…. but it’s better than broadcasting your every thought right?”

Galanoth was now loudly thinking some very unpleasant things regarding Warlic and a series of increasingly obtuse gardening equipment.

He hoisted his way up to his feet, glaring at Warlic as he did so.  Then the aftertaste hit and Galanoth found himself once again doubled over.

“Void and fuckin’ Khazri’s eyes,” the dragonslayer swore, “tell me I can at least get something to wash this down with before nightfall.”

Avatars, it was like the smell of rotting meat mixed with gravel and tar.... This had better be worth it later when the actual curse-breaking started.

[dragon-cursed-dragonslayer]

ask-warlic:

Warlic returned after a few minutes with a shot glass of something chartreuse and fizzing; it gave off a strong smell of wintermint. “Here drink this. Toss it back quickly though. I added some mint to try and tone it down but it definitely still tastes like burning garbage.”

He floated over to one of the journals in the mean time and started skimming through it.

“Like I said before though, we’ll be in real trouble if we have another event like that ‘sons of Akriloth’ mishap,” he tilted his head. “Hang on, what about junior? Do they even have a name? The one…..”

He trailed off for a moment deep hurt in his eyes, he took a deep breath then continued. “The one lady Celestia was raising before all that happened. What happened to them?”

“How long does it it take for one of them to grow up?” Warlic mused. “How long do we have before it’s a problem. Wait is Xan raising them? Do you think Xan has them? I should ask him but I don’t think he’d be receptive ah–”

Warlic stopped his rambling to reread a passage of the journals, “Wait, oh, I have to see this in action!”

The dragonslayer accepted the potion without even looking at it first, still engrossed in his maps.  If he was being honest, he hardly even heard Warlic’s advice, downing the fizzling mixture like a shot anyways and instantly being filled with regret as the taste of burnt hair, sewage, and mint all hit him at once.

It took everything in him not to immediately throw the mixture back up.  His papers went flying.  The awful taste of it was actually bad enough to send him to the ground gagging on his hands and knees.

Warlic, once again, was talking absolute nonsense while Galanoth desperately tugged on the hem of his robes, trying to get the mage’s attention.

“Warlic,” he rasped out, trying to ignore the feeling of his insides churning, ”What in Lorithia’s name are you talking about, and WHAT in the god damn HELL did you just feed me??????”

[dragon-cursed-dragonslayer]

dragon-cursed-dragonslayer:

hero-with-a-capital-h:

She winces a little.

Brought that ane ontae yer ainsel, Ro

“I’m really sorry,” she says, shoulders hunching with guilt “I just- I was an utter daftie and let myself get distracted and lost track of time. That’s no excuse though and I really, really am sorry,”

Her stomach evidentally decides that that’s the perfect moment to grumble and confirm his thoughts regarding whether or not she’s eaten.

“Thanks for ordering food,” she says, putting one hand over the other underneath the table to stop it from self-consciously twitching up to the mask on her face “That was nice of you,”

“Forget it,” Galanoth said dismissively, “just don’t let it happen again.”  Seriously, don’t, he is a very busy man with very little time to waste.

As for the food…

“Admittedly the food wasn’t just a courtesy.  There’s not a lot of time left before sunset, and I’d rather eat now and be full later than wait for however long it would’ve taken you to order and be starving when night falls.”

He paused for a moment.

“Wait, how much did I tell you about the situation already?  I did mention the curse is from sunset to sunrise, right?”

By the Avatars, if he’d forgotten that….

[mismagireve]

Fun thing about Galanoth, remember how Akilroth destroyed his hometown and killed everyone in it?  He was still a kid when that happened.  Now you must be thinking, well, he was probably like ten or twelve or something, that sounds like a decent age.

Nope.

According to an article in the Zardian, which Tony Deller AKA Galanoth himself wrote, Akilroth burned down everything he knew and loved when he was four.

[scumgriswold]

It was too big to be called a sword

[dragon-cursed-dragonslayer]

ask-warlic:

Warlic stared at him in shock, seemingly a bit dazed from being shook up. Still that brought him back to the present moment.

“Actually there probably is a potion you should drink now, I was thinking about it before, well no I wasn’t, but it came up.” He made a vague hand gesture. “it might come in handy. How much time do we have left?”

He glanced at a window and was happy to find that he’d only wasted a few minutes not hours.

“Alright I should have time to make it, it might make things easier tonight, ah” he squirmed out of Galanoth’s grip. “I’ll be back in a little. Please help yourself to any of my maps or books if you need to.”

He watched the smaller man slip away into some other room, eventually lowering his hands and heading back to his saddlebags to collect his maps.  The dragonslayer didn’t have much experience in making potions, but he did have experience in making himself busy.  The last thing he wanted was to sit down expecting a short wait only to find whatever Warlic had in store took hours to brew.

He pulled out a trio of maps depicting different stretches of the same mountain range, each of them covered in circles of various colors.  Sightings of dragons, sightings of red dragons, sightings of Akriloth.  Galanoth could vaguely recall hearing something about the dragon’s mating season coming up soon, and wondered if perhaps the breeding grounds were located somewhere within that mountain range.

It would be took risky to make a trip there and see for himself while this curse was still active... But once it had been broken, that would certainly be something worth looking into.

He buried himself in his maps, pulling out a few sheets of loose paper to jot down notes as he worked.

[dragon-cursed-dragonslayer]

ask-warlic:

“Yes, so I’m having you summon them,” He teased. He sat back again. “Well if you have other things to do, I’d advise getting to work on that, I don’t have a lot to do on my end, other than just read the journals when you bring me them.”

He paused. “Ah, isn’t it close to fire dragon mating season? You might wanna hurry on that, I’m sure the world needs more baby Akriloth’s running about.” 

“Once night falls though, you are mine to examine. I will get to the bottom of this and break the curse upon you, I swear upon my life,” He grinned. “You may want to coordinate with the Dragonlords on that matter, they’re likely not happy with him.” 

He continued rattling off useless information, a few theories and even threatened to go fight Xan to draw out Akriloth through their partnership.

This of course led to ruminating on Xan and thought and theories about practical magic and as always and as ever led to, Jaania, Jaania, Jaania–ever Jaania. From there it spiralled out of control, the past, the distand past, the future. If Galanoth came back he would find that Warlic was having an argument with himself at full volume about what the proper use of a Mana sieve really was or comparatively lamenting over the loss of certain flavors of coffee. Or maybe at that point where he was retelling (himself) a joke from the old world and laughing breathlessly between every other word.

This would be abnormal for probably anyone who didn’t know Warlic but for those that knew him this probably came off as one of his usual drunken hangups.

“Well, that’s one good thing at least. The food tastes better in this world,” he sighed. “Wait, what was I doing? Ahhh, wait, Galanoth! I was helping him! I think, ahhh,” he snapped out of it, standing and looking around for any trace of his friend.

Galanoth walked over the the mage without a word and grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking the much smaller man back and forth until he was satisfied that all the nonsense had come out of him.

“Hey,” the dragonslayer said, “I asked you a question like five minutes ago.  If you weren’t babbling on about stupid shit maybe you would’ve heard me.”

Whatever Warlic had been talking about while he’d gone to fetch his journals, Galanoth had no earthly idea, but he wasn’t really in the mood to deal with it.  He was a man of limited patience, and those limits did not include sitting around waiting for Warlic to come back down to earth so they could continue their conversation.

Though now that the dragonslayer thought about it, he was starting to remember why his main correspondence with this particular friend was through letters...

“Is there anything you need done before night falls?  Rituals, incantations, potions, I don’t know, anything that requires me to talk?  Because once the sun goes down, if you need me to do something for you, you’re shit out of luck.”

[dragon-cursed-dragonslayer]

phoenix-of-falconreach:

“Where’s th’ person who goes on the horse?” Phoenix snapped, forgetting to translate her words into draconic as she continued advancing on the dragon, circling awkwardly around the mare as she did so. She was starting to shake from the cold and damp, and her grip on her sword was clumsy.

She was in bad shape to be fighting a dragon, even a wounded weird-looking one.

The warrior snapped the fingers on her free hand, summoning up a small fireball in an attempt to drive away the numbing chill. She faltered for a moment as she looked up at the dragon in the sudden orange light-

Its head was all wrong, and the eyes weren’t proper dragon eyes at all- every dragon she’d seen had uniform slightly glow-y eyes with no visible whites or pupils, and these eyes were wrong and they didn’t glow in the light nearly as much as they should.

No wonder it didn’t respond to draconic- what the fuck was it?

“Stop your growlin’,” Phoenix muttered under her breath, trying to get a better look at it. She made a quick feint towards the thing, to see if she could make it move.

At no other point in his life had Galanoth ever wished harder that he could speak while trapped in this form than he did while he was staring down this adventurer as they barked yet another question he couldn’t answer at him.

Wait.

Couldn’t he?

The dragonslayer had been trying, constantly, repeatedly, to reteach himself how to speak with this cursed dragon’s maw.  He hadn’t been faring well, but, if it was possible—if he could get even a single word out that sounded at least halfway correct—!

An additional light source had sprung up in the cave while he was pondering—he didn’t have the time to wonder where it came from.  The warrior moved suddenly, coming at him with their sword again.  Galanoth jumped out of the way quickly without a second thought to what they might be planning—he had some planning of his own to do now.

[hnybnny]

dragonfable characters as buzzfeed unsolved quotes

[dragonfable]

Galanoth: any demons here? any demons out tonight? any horny boys?

Ash Dragonblade: (wheeze)

Sepulchure: *laying on a pentagram* rock & roll, buckaroo!

Valtrith: i ran out of evil people to think of … uhh … the blonde man from die hard is also in here … skeletor from masters of the universe … heath ledger’s joker…

Mysterious Stranger: i’m standing next to your hole and it’s very dark and frankly i don’t believe in you so i feel like i’m writing a letter to santa claus right now

Kathool: so you’re saying the ocean is full is ghosts

Xan: i’ve run the permutations through my little computer, and all of them say, ‘you’re fucked!’

Cysero: i took an improv comedy class once … 'cause i’m a white guy

Serenity: YOU BETTER JAZZ IT!

Hero: yeah, i just kinda looked into places that would make me want to die and i think this checks that box

Warlic: don’t get scared by my long-legged friend

Caitiff: we’re here for the cult stuff! uhh, we saw your ad on craigslist

Aquella: that ocean’s going to have nicely groomed hair

Drakath: DO YOU HEAR HOW COCKY I AM? WOULDN’T YOU LIKE ME TO JUST SHUT THE HELL UP?

Jaania: we need a van with flowers all over it now

Artix von Krieger: hey there demons… it’s me, ya boi

[xenonsdoodles]

HE

[dragon-cursed-dragonslayer]

phoenix-of-falconreach:

Phoenix drew her sword and advanced as the dragon glanced at her and then made a grab for the spooked horse. The dragon was moving a bit clumsily, and she wondered whether it was injured somehow. 

The dimness of the firelight was making it tricky to get a good look, but the wings were held awkwardly back, and there was something odd about the head. She didn’t have much experience with wild dragons, but she reckoned that it would probably be harder to fight if there were something wrong with it- desperate and snappish, like any other hurt animal.

The warrior set her jaw and stabbed at the claw reaching out towards the horse.

Though he pulled back the moment he caught the sword moving towards him, Galanoth felt a sharp sting of pain as the warrior’s blade managed to catch two of his fingers (talons?) right along the joints.  Something in him hissed reflexively, a pained sound he’d heard too many times while hunting to ever imagine himself making.  Small licks of fire threatened to come out, but the dragonslayer-turned-dragon snapped his jaws shut tightly before they could find the chance.

He let go of Eelonwie (mentally apologizing to the horse and promising to give her a lot of brushes and treats the following morning to make up for things) and quickly slunk to the back of the cave a few scant yards away to put as much room between himself and the warrior as possible.  Galanoth had made a few advancements in learning how to defend himself in this form, but he didn’t fully trust his ability to keep from seriously hurting this adventurer if he had to retaliate.

Much as he hated to admit it, a low warning growl unconsciously escaping his throat as he stared down the warrior, if he wanted things to end peacefully, he was completely at this stranger’s mercy.

[dragon-cursed-dragonslayer]

flamestoillusions:

“Oh, thank you,” Tannim said as he admired the wing’s structure for a moment. He could barely stifle a yawn. He intended to just check out the rumors that had been going around. Staying out was the last thing he wanted to do. Especially since he rose and fell with the sun. 

As the brunet settled, content with a break from the wind, Rune remained, “Not a chance. I will return to the inn.”

Tannim rubbed an eye as he remarked, “Don’t take it personal, Rune can’t stay warm for anythin’ out ‘ere.”

“…”

The dragonslayer-turned-dragon shrugged in another pointedly exaggerated motion, not really blaming Rune for his reluctance to sleep under the stars.  Dragonhide might be more comfortable than the ground, but it probably wasn’t more comfortable than an actual bed.  He bid the ranger farewell with a clawed hand, leaving just the paladin to keep him company.

Galanoth shuffled about quietly as he adjusted his position on the ground, eventually ending up splayed open on his side like some big cat, his head resting on his arms and his belly exposed to the world.  He left the one wing held lazily open so Tannim could have room to get himself situated before laying it over top the man like a blanket.

Casting a final look at Eelonwie, who still looked annoyed at him but not as much as she had earlier, he settled down to sleep for the night.

[myrielleglassman]

“Do not talk to me of dragon fire. I know its wrath and ruin.”

-Thranduil

[imagine-dragonfable]

Imagine Galanoth attacking an Imagine Dragons concert.

[dragon-cursed-dragonslayer]

phoenix-of-falconreach:

Phoenix stumbled to a stop as she came face to face with a terribly large dragon. The warrior brushed the icy rainwater out of her eyes and rested a hand on the hilt of her sword, taking another glance at the sleet still thundering outside.

There was a fire in the cave, and a nervous-looking horse in full tack and saddlebags. The dragon itself looked to be a sort of blue-greyish color, although the dimness and the constantly moving firelight made it hard to get a good look.

“What’re you doing with that horse?” she blurted out in dragontongue, fumbling for her amulet with her free hand.

Despite reaching for a weapon, the adventurer’s first thought was apparently to communicate, something that Galanoth would’ve been infinitely more appreciative of if it weren’t for the fact that they’d sounded like they were speaking draconic, which he couldn’t.  In retrospect he couldn’t really blame them, since not all dragons know common but even baby dragons have an instinctual grasp of their native tongue.  If he were an actual dragon instead of a man bound to dragonshape, it probably would’ve worked.

Regardless, the adventurer’s shouting did nothing to calm down Eelonwie, the roan beast frantically trampling and swishing and braying and picking the absolute worst time to act like a regular horse for once in her damn life.  On reflex, Galanoth tried to shush her and stroke her mane like he usually did, forgetting completely that he was currently a two-ton reptilian death machine.

It didn’t look good.

[dragon-cursed-dragonslayer]

ask-warlic:

“That would be most helpful,” Warlic smiled. “Once I’ve got enough information I should be able to start working on a curse breaker. Worst comes to worst you could just become the first dragonslaying dragon.”

He smiled cheekily and moved to recline in the air, summoning a few books to float around him as he searched for sometjing. Once he either found what he was looking for or didn’t he snapped the books shut and returned them to their respective piles.

“you aren’t the first this has happened to, but it’s quite complicated each time. Do you mind too terribly to get those journals for me?”

“Wouldn’t it make more sense to just summon them?” Galanoth said, fully aware that the archmage couldn’t summon anything he wasn’t already familiar with.

Not that he was exactly hurting for time—sunset was quite a few hours away, so without any reason not to go the dragonslayer did as he was bidden to do and retrieved his saddlebags, setting them down on the nearest uncluttered surface while the archmage just kept on reading his tomes.

“So, anything else planned from here til tonight?” the dragonslayer asked, “Because if not I’ve got some maps to review.  There’s been sightings of Akriloth popping up recently and I want to see if there’s any pattern to them.”