paradisa | 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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[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.

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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