please remain calm, the end has arrived. we cannot save you, enjoy the ride.
this is the moment you've been waiting for, don't call it a warning. this is a war
this is the moment you've been waiting for, don't call it a warning. this is a war
A low rumble of a laugh leaves Sunjata at the mention of Ludo and the do’s and don’ts. “I think if I ever need to go and see it, I’ll prolly just beg my niece to take me.” Waggling his brows playfully, he turns toward the rock to step closer. “She’s it’s demigod, so.” Not realizing what kind of bombshell it would be for Iskra, the Flood’s attention flicks to the wall, asking more scientific questions based from his experience in having to mine varying metals.
“The crystals are prolly gonna stick out in the Soulfire Reach, but we might be able to find some here. Iron, though, is gonna have a red kinda hue.” Running his hand along the heat of the stone again, it comes away ashen when he finally spots a promising and surprisingly smooth portion of the volcanic rock. It’s about that time that the roar of the dragon echoes through the Climb and Sunjata’s steel gaze tracks it as Goose hunches low and Iskra’s nervousness is nearly palpable in the air.
Turning back toward the two, Sunjata takes a moment to partially shift, letting his dragon wings flare out from his back. “If it decides to stick around I’ll convince it to leave.” He promises Iskra with a wink, before his wings tuck in tight and he prods at an almost blood red looking line through the stone. “Try digging here. I think it’s probably iron.”
“The crystals are prolly gonna stick out in the Soulfire Reach, but we might be able to find some here. Iron, though, is gonna have a red kinda hue.” Running his hand along the heat of the stone again, it comes away ashen when he finally spots a promising and surprisingly smooth portion of the volcanic rock. It’s about that time that the roar of the dragon echoes through the Climb and Sunjata’s steel gaze tracks it as Goose hunches low and Iskra’s nervousness is nearly palpable in the air.
Turning back toward the two, Sunjata takes a moment to partially shift, letting his dragon wings flare out from his back. “If it decides to stick around I’ll convince it to leave.” He promises Iskra with a wink, before his wings tuck in tight and he prods at an almost blood red looking line through the stone. “Try digging here. I think it’s probably iron.”
SUNJATA
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
