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This could be a shipwreck on the shore

WHO: Aurican and Crucible
WHERE: Some douchebag cafe in the City
WHEN: Sunday afternoon
WARNINGS: this possibly the most Y-TV rated log ever
SUMMARY: two dragons chat and catch up on what's been happening a couple of millennia
FORMAT: uh, quick log i guess?

[ Another being from Krynn. At least this man is perhaps more agreeable than Khisanth. Aurican hopes so, his head hurts at the thought of sharing even a continent with a chromatic dragon.

However, he can't have his guard down. It is likely this is a blue dragon in disguise, or another of the Dark Queen's pet monstrosities. But if it is one of Reorx's creations or Paladine's followers or even future children, then there is little to worry about.

But he cannot stop but admit that he is a little nervous about this meeting, purely on the grounds on what has happened to the future. He has no way of obtaining it from Khisanth, obviously, unless she is feeling capricious and cruel, which he has no patience for.

So he sits down with one of the tables right outside of the cafe, obtaining a seat for himself. ]

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[ It hadn't taken long for Bight to locate the cafe that Aurican had set as locations of their meeting during his explorations of the city in the previous two days. This had been a meeting that he had been looking forward to, the chance to meet the one of the dragons of legend, the one responsible for bringing magic in full back to their kind.

It isn't long after Aurican takes his seat that Bight approaches, in clear view of the gold, his clothing changed to a somewhat more local look though he kept the colours of his previous outfit. Dipping his head in greetings as he reached the table. His tone and manner one respect for the other. ]

Aurican, greetings.

[ He takes the briefest of moments to survey the other patrons of the cafe before he turned his attention back to the gold in human form as he pulls out the chair opposite him and takes a seat. ]

I trust you had a safe journey?

I have.

[ At least there aren't any rocket launchers. ]

I hope you have settled in well enough. This word is such the opposite of our own.

[ Aurican stares at the man before him, studying him. He stands before Aurican as a man of authority, but there is no arrogance or swagger that is common in the leaders of the lesser races. That, at least, is comforting to the gold. ]

Would you like something to eat? This cafe has meals similar to ones of the elves' back home, so I'm partial to this particular place.

As much as can be imagined, the rooms provided are far smaller than I would be accustomed to.

[ A wry smile accompanies the comment. ]

It is a city far different from my own, yet measures of similarity remain.

[ Bight studies the man across from him in turn, a sense of wisdom and age. A sense that this was indeed the one he claimed to be, of that he was near certain now. ]

I would, it has been some time since I have had the likes of such a meal, elven meals do not come easily in Sanction.

So the elves do not easily trade with Sanction, then? What blocks them from doing so?

[ Before Crematia's attack, the elves were prospering, expanding, creating all sorts of trade agreements. But time passed so greatly in Aurican's future, so there might be numerous reasons as to why. He just hopes it wasn't something too terribly negative as he consorts his menu.

Eventually a servant - a waiter, they are called - approaches them with a pen and paper, ready for their order. Aurican orders his favorite pastry and tea. ]

The meal is on me. The money here is complicated but not impossible to understand.

The elves, of both the Sylvanesti and Qualinesti were forced from their lands during the most recent war and have been attempting to retake them in recent years.

[ His expression turned somber as he said as much, he knew it would not be pleasant news. Nor would he hide it from the other. ]

Much has changed in the world over the ages.

[Bight's expression lightens once more as he studies the menu on offer before selecting a similar pastry to Aurican along with tea when the servant comes to take their order. ]

You have my thanks. So I have seen, they have such unusual currency.

It seems they disdain gold currency altogether, which is very curious.

[ And his expression turns grave at the news. He wants to ask more details of the war, but without context, it will only confuse the issue. ]

How well versed are you in the history of Krynn?

The currencies on Krynn itself have changed to value steel over gold, although this is different again, paper is so fragile and has little use other than to mark its currency.

[ At Aurican's question he gives a thoughtful look ]

I am well versed in the history of Krynn, from your own Age and the ages up until now, although a scholar would be able to tell you more specifics in their own field of knowledge.

[ His look turns to a slight wry smile. ]

I have lived to see four ages and two cataclysms thus far, I think you could do worse for such knowledge.

[ There is no being on Krynn other than a dragon that can live for that long; not even the elves can claim their lengthy lifespans can compete with a dragon's. But which dragon - that is the question. ]

Who are you?

[ He doesn't ask what he is - that is insulting, even to Aurican. A dragon isn't defined by just what kind of dragon, but what dragon they made themselves out to be. ]

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[ Now there is the realization he was going for in the other. He casts his gaze briefly to the patrons around to ensure that none would overhear too much. ]

I am known as Crucible, foremost of the Bronze dragon clan. Hogan Bight is the name I assumed when I took Sanction into my protection and served as its Governor.

[ He holds himself with clear pride to both himself and of his city. ]

[ A scion of Burll. Which means the eggs hatched, which means Aurican and Darlantan and the females succeeded in hatching and raising their young.

The metallic race has survived.

Aurican slumps in his seat (an highly undignified posture for a creature like him, but Aurican doesn't care), tension fleeing from his shoulders and neck, thinking of his flight to the gods, to regain magic to the world. ]

The last thing I remember before I came here was I had three elves on my back - three scholars of the gods - to find a way to return magic. Did we - did we succeed?

[ He could not fault Aurican for his relief when he slumped back into his seat. Learning that their race had survived to the current day when from what he had gathered it had hung by a thread in Aurican's time.

He dipped his to the affirmative, it had been thanks to Aurican that Crucible and all dragons before him had their magic., Cupping his hand so that only Aurican could see he muttered a word in draconic, a small floating flame summoned into being before he snuffed it out once more before any around could see. Far from the most impressive display but it was one that would prove that magic he did indeed possess. ]

You did indeed, it is thanks to you and the scholars that all of our kind have access to our magic.

[ Dragons cannot weep. For the longest time, even for dragons, Aurican assumed it is because dragons cannot grieve, cannot feel the sorrow that lesser beings have. He started to have doubts when Patersmith passed on, but as the centuries went by, so did those doubts.

But when the elves were attacked, it felt as though he was torn in two. His most precious treasure, ripped and burned and smashed to pieces, all the beautiful culture and lives simply destroyed, obliterated even. It was an agony that soon became a blessing, for it had numbed him when Burll flew into hellfire; when Blayze was ambushed; when Smelt was knocked out of the sky by lightning bolts. And oh, he missed them, he wished Burll was here beside him to see his future descendant before him. Good, steady Burll, gentle Burll, the bedrock of the metallic patriarchs.

What does this make Aurican?

The balladeer, of course.

He will write his brothers history in tears now, but in triumph. Even now, he can barely see the small flame through the sheen of his tears. He rubs his old hand against his eyes, wiping them away. ]

Not in vain, then.

What happened after the war?

[ Bight let the small flame flicker in his hands before finally snuffing it out. He kept a respectful silence for that moment as Aurican wept, he knew well that even dragons were not immune to sorrow or grieving for the lost and Aurican had lost many in his time..and would lose more before the end. ]

Far from it.

Through your work and that of the three brother-mages would lead to the defeat of Crematia and sealing of all other chromatics within the dragon stones.

A time of peace was bought by your efforts, lasting many centuries.

[ One that had not come without cost he knew and one that would not last. ]

Crematia however survived, and with her children arose once more to unseal the dragon stones and release the chromatics once more to bring about the second dragon war.

[ Crematia. The red dragon. His heart hardens at hearing her name as his tears finally start to dry. So Aurican's suspicions were true: there was another war. ]

Have Paladine's forces won that war as well?

[ A second war of many to follow. He did not wish to be the bearer of bad news nevertheless he recounted what he knew nonetheless. His expression somber as he continued. ]

Crematia did not survive her second encounter. Her son, however took command of the chromatics to lead them against the metallics, your intervention gave them the chance to survive and scatter. He ignored them and set his attentions on the Elves.

[ He gave brief pause at that point before going on. ]

The three brother-mages were their undoing, unleashing a storm of magic on the Deathfyre's hoard unlike anything the world had ever seen or has seen since.

Deathfyre himself escaped and went into hiding, those of our kind who had survived the war gathered their strength and forged new alliances with the mortal races of the time.

I see. I wonder which war Khisanth was involved in before coming here. [ But it matters not. ] Did Deathfyre followed his mother's footsteps as well and attempted another war?

[ Hearing Aurican's involvement with the second war gives Aurican his suspicion that that is when he finally died, but he notes there is no mention of Darlantan or the females. And there is a cold idea that Aurican's death won't be enough for the chromatics to ignore the metallics, if they all hatched from their eggs. No, it won't be enough, unless Darlantan and the females died along with him in battle, and the wyrmlings were much too young to be any threat immediately during the war.

But that's for another time, Aurican can't be bothered to derail the conversation. ]

You said you went through two cataclysms. What do you mean by that?

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The Draconian war, otherwise known as the War of the Lance to mortals. [ He replies simply, he would go into greater detail when the time came ]

It would be a thousand years before he would do so, but yes. However the world had changed and for the first time dragons fought with mortal companions upon their back as riders. A war fought as much by mortals as it was by dragons.

Through the rise of Huma and the Silver dragon Heart, Takhisis herself was wounded in the final battles and forced from the world, for a time. Chromatics were forced to withdraw from the world or forced to slumber while we metallics retained the balance in lawful exile to the Dragon Isles.

[ He knows well that Aurican could well figure that there was more to what he had said, however he would only expand on such if asked by the gold.

At the Gold's question he dipped his head. ]

Indeed, two events which drastically changed the surface and peoples of Ansalon and Krynn.

The first cataclysm occurred during our time on the dragon isles, while many of us still slept. We felt little of its effects. In the time during our absence from the world a new empire arose by the name of Istar, an empire whose slow corruption of ideals thought themselves to be the true good of the world, to the point that the Kingpriest, the leader of their nation attempted to replace the gods themselves with himself. Warnings were sent and ignored by the people of Istar, and thus the gods set a firey mountain down upon Istar. Sinking it beneath the waves, and altering the face of Ansalon. In the aftermath, the gods withdrew from the world.

The second Cataclysm took place three hundred and three years after the first, many years after the Draconian war had concluded, both Chromatic and Metallic dragons were back in the world. Chaos himself was unleashed upon the world, his minions terrorizing much of the Ansalon and leaving devastation in his wake. Chaos was defeated and in the wake of his defeat, Takhisis worked her plans once more and stole the world away, cutting it off from the gods for a period of near fourty years until the war of Souls.

[ Well. Dragons taking riders? He done it himself, of course, but he never thought that it will be possible for all metallic dragons to be ridden upon. Aurican wonders if the coppers were especially stubborn about this particular issue. ]

Praises sent to Huma and Darlantan's descendant, then.

[ He gives a rather heavy frown at the mention of Chaos. It sounded much like a god. ]

Is Chaos a god? An outsider perhaps, powerful enough to challenge the gods?

[ Bight dips his head somberly at Aurican's praises of Huma and Heart, both had given themselves to achieve what they had. Indeed he still remembered well those final days of the war so long ago. He himself had taken a rider in the time.

He nods once more in confirmation to Aurican's question ]

Indeed, the very embodiment of chaos itself. It took the work of gods, mortals and dragons to defeat him and force him from the world. Both Metallics and Chromatics fought and died side by side in the final battle.

[ A battle he himself would likely have been consumed in had he not been severely injured prior to the final confrontation. ]

[ Aurican cannot even comprehend the mental image of chromatics and metallics working together, fighting a common foe. He tries to imagine his golden descendants flying alongside Crematia's grandchildren, dragon fire not aimed at each other but at a deadly foe of the void itself. ]

That is difficult to imagine, but I believe you.

So Takhisis is working her plots again. Had she been defeated this time?

[ It seems like an bad joke now, the way she keeps insisting on obtaining something that will never be hers. ]

When the world itself it at risk of destruction, even the most unlikely of alliances are possible.

I do not believe Takhisis was responsible for the chaos war, however she took ample advantage in the aftermath. She stole away Krynn itself and hid it from the gods for near fourty years.

She was however defeated, once and for all.

[There's a sense of finality in his statement.]

[ Aurican frowns. He believes in Crucible, but he can't image it to be possible. ]

How?

[His expression goes particularly somber at that point]

She was made mortal and slain as any other mortal can be. Paladine himself sacrificed his godhood to ensure the balance.

Death is too good for her.

[ Aurican is shocked at this. In fact, he just barely gotten over the fact that he has succeeded. And while he knows it is selfish, but he can't help but feel vindictive on the preservation of balance, to take away Aurican's father like this.

She's a selfish god created so many wars. And for what? For her to die a miserly, mortal death. It would have been appropriate for her to die that way, except Paladine must pay the price. His actual father whom he has never met and never will unless in death. ]

Indeed, however it is the only way to be sure that she will never harm the world again.

[Crucible too wasn't quite pleased with the situation, it was a high cost to rid the world of such evil. It was not he to judge the choice of the god that had watched over them for so many years.]

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This could be a shipwreck on the shore

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oh god so sorry for the slow

Not to worry!

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