paradisa | Quest 4: In Which the Castle is displeased and Thorin has a very rude awakening...

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Quest 4: In Which the Castle is displeased and Thorin has a very rude awakening...

[Thorin had been resting and trying to take it easy since the confrontation with the Gentlemen. He awoke one morning and sat up out of his bed...but something didn't feel right. Thorin felt cold, and he didn't want to leave the warmth of his bed. But eventually he summoned his will and slid from the bed...]

[Only to fall from the side of it and hit his chin hard on the floor. Had he grown shorter? Mahal, he hoped not! Every Dwarf's nightmare was the day he started shrinking...]

[No...this was something else. Something felt strange on Thorin's back, and no matter what he tried, he could not make himself rise from all fours. What's more, his arms were covered with what appeared to be black scales. Horror gripped the King Under the Mountain as he scurried to the full-length mirror that was nailed to the wall.]

[To his horror...a baby dragon stared back at him.]

((ooc: Thorin's first loss! For the next few days, Thorin will be stuck in the baby dragon form pictured above...but isn't he just precious??? He cannot speak, but he can dictate to the journal, which will translate his dragon-ese.))

((Pick your own and specify the location/action or choose from these scenarios: Thorin's room, in the kitchen))

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[Maladict is here, sipping her usual umpteenth cup of coffee of the say. The sudden dragon is something that gets her attention, though. For a second, she mistakes it for a swamp dragon, until she realise that, no, no, that's not right.

Still, she has a soft spot for dragons, so she whistles a little, to get its attention]

[Thorin stiffens, hearing the whistle. He's not alone? Worse, someone's seen him in this ridiculous form??? This is intolerable!]

[Still, his dragon instincts command that he respond to the call. Slowly, he peeks his head out of the pantry and beholds his new companion. Thorin steps tentatively from the pantry and walks across the floor to stand beside the newcomer. He sits as he peers up at her, tilting his head a bit.]

[Wow, it really is a tiny dragon]

Well, I wonder where you came from. You hungry little guy?

[Thorin gives the tiniest growl. He neglected to bring his journal with him when he came to the kitchen, so he doesn't have it with him to explain to this woman that he's not a dragon, nor is he a 'little guy.']

[But, she's offered to feed him...how in the world can he possibly turn that down??]

[Thorin trots over to the meat cooler and paws at the metal door, letting out an ever-so-slight whine.]

[These behaviors are becoming a little too instinctual for his liking...]

[Awwww, he IS like a swamp dragon. She remembers having her own as a kid, and though she'd rather not be seen as going soft in this place, the chance to feed a dragon again is something she's not willing to pass up.

So, she wanders over, opening the cooler]

Okay, let's see what we have here.

[Thorin spreads his wings, still not used to the blasted things, and steps back. He runs a few steps before jumping into the air and using his open wings to glide up onto the counter. Then he promptly jumped from the counter and onto her shoulder to better see into the cooler.]

[He keeps his mouth snapped shut to keep himself from drooling. All the meat in that cooler looked too good for words. Thorin sticks his neck out a bit and makes a sound of approval at everything inside.]

[Baby dragons have mighty hungers, it seemed.]

[Well, that certainly answered that question. She chuckles wandering in, not bothered by the cold at all. After a moment of deliberation, she picks up a few good sized steaks, before heading back into the kitchen, placing them on the table]

Now, here's the thing. Do you have the fire in you to cook these yourself yet? It's touch and go with you guys when you're little.

[Thorin gave a slight grunt; that 'little' comment again...he was not thrilled about that. But he was far too interested in those steaks she'd selected. His eyes remained transfixed on the meat as they returned to the kitchen. Then Thorin promptly jumped from her shoulder and onto the table.]

[Well, that was indeed the million-dollar question. His throat felt hot, but he had attributed that to his throat recovering from having his voice taken away. But perhaps she was right. Thorin crouched down, pressing his belly to the table as he stared intently at the meat. He concentrated hard on the heat in his throat. The more he concentrated, the more it seemed to grow and swell within him. This was it, this was how dragons breathed fire! Thorin almost grinned in excitement and opened his mouth wide-]

[And he managed to hiccup out a small burst of flame that singed the end of one of the steaks. Heaving a defeated sigh, Thorin flopped onto the table. Thin plumes of smoke puffed out of his nose as he just lay there for a moment, pouting.]

[Maladict watches with a soft smirk of amusement on her face]

Well, points for effort. Here, I'll put them on the stove, they shouldn't take long cooking.

[She'll go about doing that, purposefully avoiding the deadly microwave box of doom]

[Thorin watched as she took the steaks to the stove. He was close enough to watch, so he just sat on his haunches and watched. In the mean time his eyes caught sight of her journal and he gave a very soft growl. He pawed in the journal's direction.]

[Perhaps if he could make enough noise at the device, it could record and translate his message to her, that he really wasn't a dragon, but a Dwarf! Then again...did he really want to admit that?]

[After all, she has dwarves in her world as well as dragons, and there could be mocking. As she starts to cook the meat, she turns to look at him]

It's a book. You can't eat that.

[Thorin almost seemed to pout a bit at that. He laid down a bit and looked up at her with wide eyes. The smell of the meat was setting his mouth to water. She was being so nice to him, he couldn't help himself, he had to thank her somehow - despite his pride, he would have to reveal himself.]

[Thorin made another noise, pawing in the journal's direction and letting out a long, low whine.]

[She squints at him a little, before putting two and two together. She'd been a resident for a while, after all, this is something she's seen time and time again]

You're another resident?

[Thorin's eyes light up and she jumps up to a standing position. He nods his head rapidly and silently thanks Mahal and whomever else were listening.]

[What is that odd breeze on his back? Thorin looks behind him - blast it, his tail is wagging!! What is he, some sort of mutt? No!]

[Thorin pins his tail down with his front paws.]

[Maladict chuckles at that display]

It's fine, these sort of shenanigans happen all the time in this place. It'll be over in about a week or so.

[She carefully takes the meat off the fire, placing it on a plate]

There you go.

[The smell of the meat froze Thorin dead in his movements. It was positively divine!]

[He glanced up to her and made a slight coo-ing sound of excitement. Then he leapt up onto her shoulder and gave her cheek a gentle nuzzle, considering that was the only way he could think of to thank her. Then he jumped down onto the counter again and started eating the meat.]

[It was done perfectly! The meat melted in Thorin's mouth as he tore at it with his sharp dragon teeth.]

[Maladict chuckles a little, waving her arm as he leaps off to enjoy his meal]

Yeah, yeah, no need to get all sappy over it.

[Thorin greedily devours the meat in record time, even for himself. With one paw he wiped the juices off of his snout and licked it clean.]

[He then flopped against the counter and heaved a contented sigh. A smile tugged at the corners of his now reptilian mouth.]

[Maladict even allows herself the smallest of smiles, at making this little dragon content. It's about time SOMEONE was happy in this miserable place, even if it had turned...whoever it is into a dragon in the first place]

Glad it did the job.

[Thorin glanced up to her. Then he glanced down to her journal again. He was determined to thank her properly.]

[Thorin pawed in the journal's direction and let out a long, low whine at her.]

[She glances down at it]

Unless you happen to have a pen on you, I don't know how much use it will be for you.

[Thorin seemed to glower at her before he let out a loud roar - well, loud for his size. Truth be told, it was only about as loud as a medium-size dog barking. He then proceeded to paw at his own snout, and then again he pawed in the direction of the journal.]

[He could think of no better way to express his theory; he knew that the journal recorded spoken words, and translated languages so that the reader could understand even if the speaker did not speak the same tongue.]

[And really, who else would speak Dragon?]

Okay, okay.

[She'll just wander over to squint at the pages, waiting]

Well, little dragon who isn't?

[Thorin stands straight and looks down at the journal before he starts growling and roaring his message at it.]

[To his surprise, it appears!]

I am Thorin Oakenshield.

[Gods bless you, magical journal]

Oh, look at that. Well, nice to meet you, Thorin Oakenshield. I'm Maladict.

...That sounds like a dwarf name. Oakenshield.

[Thorin forgets himself and nods vigorously before roaring a response for the journal.]

Aye!! I'm a Dwarf - King Under the Mountain, in fact!

I see. Quite a position to hold, at that. Can't say I've even talked to a dwarf since they left Borogravia.

[Thorin tilted his head, never having heard of the place. He lets out another slight roar.]

Borogravia? Is that where you're from?

That's my country, yes. I'm form a planet known as the Discworld.

[Thorin tilts his head the other way. He lays down and crosses his paws before him before giving another roar.]

It is not a place that is familiar to my ears. My kingdom is known as 'Erebor' in the land of Middle Earth.

That's normal. [She gives a shrug] No one has ever heard about it yet.

Ahhhh you're from the same world as Frodo, right?

[Thorin nods vigorously, even allowing himself to emit a slight squeal of excitement...if Dragons could squeal, that is...]

So you know of the young Master Baggins?

[She smiles widely]

Yes. I took him to a strip club, once.

[Thorin's head snaps back at this. He doesn't know what that is...but he doesn't like the sound of it, and it elicits a slight grumble from him.]

What is this 'strip club' and why would the young Baggins have an interest in it?

[She gives a shrug]

He didn't know what it was, I think he was just dragged along. Anyway, it's a type of tavern where beautiful women take off their clothing and you can watch them do it.

[Thorin just stares....and stares....and staaaaaares.]

[Clearly, through his speechlessness, he is not impressed with the idea of these 'strip clubs.' Not that he's averse to watching women remove their clothes...but in public?? No. Inappropriate and rude.]

[She'll chuckle softly]

You'd probably like it if you gave it a shot.

[Thorin glares and shakes his head violently - ABSOLUTELY NOT.]

[She gives a laugh, patting his little dragon head]

When you're back to yourself, I'll take you. You'll see.

[Thorin lets out a low rumble of a growl - he's annoyed for one, and second, he's enjoying being petted a bit too much for his liking...]

[Maladict chuckles, scratching him behind the ears, before moving to make another cup of coffee]

See? Told you. I have a talent for knowing what people want.

[Thorin tips his head more against her fingers as she scratches behind his ears. Then he's alarmed by a sudden vibration on the counter.]

[As he looks for a source, he realizes that he had been tapping his hind foot in reaction to her scratching...damn these beastial instincts!!]

[She'll just smirk]

Enjoyed that, hmmmm?

((ooc: Boom! I made it open, but I can change it if you'd rather it just be the two of them :) ))

[Thorin pushes his belly against the counter and tries to hide his face between his paws - this was so humiliating!]

[[ooc: That's perfect!]]

Oh come on, it's not that terrible.

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Quest 4: In Which the Castle is displeased and Thorin has a very rude awakening...

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can that really be a thing?? that needs to happen...just saying XD

yes. yes it can B)

Awesommmmme! Want me to start a log?

Sure thing!

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